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sweetpinkpixie · Today, 09:03 AM

He was beginning to think he ought to reevaluate this desire of his to achieve a PhD in Metallurgy and Metal Charming. It was a horrendous amount of research and even with his little swarm of metallic companions at his calling Atlas never felt like he had enough hands. But the inevitability of graduation and completion was daunting enough to talk him out of tossing his applications in the fireplace. There was a comfort in the scholastic and a very clear direction to head in and he very much liked his metaphorical comfort blanket, thank you very much.

Still did not mean that he wouldn't grumble and whinge about his more moronic classmates or that the workload was full of busywork for the time being - and thankfully he had someone who could set his whole bitter world straight with very little effort on their part. He really only had himself to blame for starting out so early in the field thanks to his mamă and unchi Andrei being specialists in the field. Then there was Aunt Daphne hiring out his services on the trinkets she came across during her freelance expeditions - her compensation alone being more than enough to cover living expenses but he fancied his job in the Alley too much to give it up.

Standing in the midst of the bustling crowd, his shift at said job just wrapping for the day, the city's sounds blended into a chaotic hum that reminded him a bit too much of the incessant questions of an elderly wizard who had come in asking for repairs done on his deluminator that turned lights an obnoxious sour green color instead of putting them out. People brushed past him, their voices a tangled symphony of conversations, that he cared not to over hear, when a familiar laugh broke through the noise. Like a beacon, Atlas turned towards the source of Freddie’s unmistakable laugh, light and carefree, and marched forwards just in time to see his Gobstones champion hugging someone else. Such scenes used to bother him horrendously but they did not as much now, ish, considering how the Gryffindor was a touchy feeling sort of person and such affections were also granted to fans.

...and yet...something about this scene was setting him off and he hastened his steps until he could wrap his arms around Freddie himself. COULD being the proper term because Atlas still was quite reserved when it came to public displays of affection BUT he DID slip his hand riiiiiiiight into Freddie's as it hung by his side.

Ahem.

"Oh sorry, am I interrupting something?" he asked cheekily while managing to mask the dryness of his delivery with pseudo innocent smile.

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,826 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	a move, two elbow surgeries, a hospitalization, and some change later....CRASHING astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf He was beginning to think he ought to reevaluate this desire of his to achieve a PhD in Metallurgy and Metal Charming. It was a horrendous amount of research and even with his little swarm of metallic companions at his calling Atlas never felt like he had enough hands. But the inevitability of graduation and completion was daunting enough to talk him out of tossing his applications in the fireplace. There was a comfort in the scholastic and a very clear direction to head in and he very much liked his metaphorical comfort blanket, thank you very much. Still did not mean that he wouldn't grumble and whinge about his more moronic classmates or that the workload was full of busywork for the time being - and thankfully he had someone who could set his whole bitter world straight with very little effort on their part. He really only had himself to blame for starting out so early in the field thanks to his mamă and unchi Andrei being specialists in the field. Then there was Aunt Daphne hiring out his services on the trinkets she came across during her freelance expeditions - her compensation alone being more than enough to cover living expenses but he fancied his job in the Alley too much to give it up. Standing in the midst of the bustling crowd, his shift at said job just wrapping for the day, the city's sounds blended into a chaotic hum that reminded him a bit too much of the incessant questions of an elderly wizard who had come in asking for repairs done on his deluminator that turned lights an obnoxious sour green color instead of putting them out. People brushed past him, their voices a tangled symphony of conversations, that he cared not to over hear, when a familiar laugh broke through the noise. Like a beacon, Atlas turned towards the source of Freddie’s unmistakable laugh, light and carefree, and marched forwards just in time to see his Gobstones champion hugging someone else. Such scenes used to bother him horrendously but they did not as much now, ish, considering how the Gryffindor was a touchy feeling sort of person and such affections were also granted to fans. ...and yet...something about this scene was setting him off and he hastened his steps until he could wrap his arms around Freddie himself. COULD being the proper term because Atlas still was quite reserved when it came to public displays of affection BUT he DID slip his hand riiiiiiiight into Freddie's as it hung by his side. Ahem. "*Oh sorry, am I interrupting something?" he asked cheekily while managing to mask the dryness of his delivery with pseudo innocent smile. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with* fire and gold in our eyes