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So.
This was it?
Feeling mostly like a deflated balloon ever since walking out of his final NEWT, Atlas had found himself feeling...not much of anything. He had barely made a dent in the Hogwarts bucket list he and Aries had carefully crafted prior to the disaster of a first year and he thought he would feel resentment about that. But he didn't. When he had found the heinously unfinished list while packing up his trunk, the blonde had simply shrugged and considered slipping it between the bindings of one of his notebooks to keep. He did not do so, however, and slipped it into his robe pocket instead as a better idea crossed his mind. There were a few half completed assignments and an essay he hadn't finished that had been dumped into the bin as well with an accompanying shrug. There were a lot of things left unfinished, incomplete memories, but he was uncharacteristically unbothered by this. Besides needing to pass on a few tricks of the trade Joel when it came to detentions and allocating your energy wisely...Atlas felt like he had gotten all that he could out of Hogwarts. It was time to go. Overdue, in fact.
It was not apathy that had him not wake Freddie up from the nap the bloke had fallen into, but rather his Flamsteed sense of empathy. Hey, if he had fallen asleep, he wouldn't have wanted woken up either. He had, however, left Freddie with a little gift in the form of purple ink on the cheek facing upwards. Nothing too outrageous, mind you. Just the profile of a chocolate frog whose mouth would open and close while Freddie spoke. And, yes, the frog was wearing a backwards baseball cap.
Slipping in along the bench late, sometime around or in the middle of the Headmaster's speech, and nearby where Vera and Logan sat with a couple of clicks and clangs coming from his pockets - nothing out of the usual here. Getting one last hurrah in at the buzzer with Vera had been pretty dope.
"Jr. Gobstones? I may just be able to see a match if you let me be privy to your schedule." He had, after all, been making time for viewings for a fair bit now. Leaning back a bit so he could more easily slip his hand into his pocket, Atlas rummaged around and fought with Hercules over a very specific piece of parchment he needed to hand over.
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When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ...........
this is our time to own it, so own it.....................................
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