˜”*°•Ready Or Not, Here I Come!•°*”˜ PV Atlas W.

Dialogue, Thoughts
IC date: October 4th, 2026
Location: Hogwarts Corridors
Time: Morning
Mentioning: @Xio Arcana

The familiar syllables which made up his name faintly echoed through the halls numerous times until he was sure he was going mad. She could not possibly be so determined to torment him... what had he ever done to her anyway? A left turn took him to a long, empty stretch of wooden boards with a staircase at the far end; a blur despite Atlas' perfect vision. He'd been on the second floor for a while, and if his suspicions were right, Xio was circling in on him fast.

The boy felt his senses sharpen as he began the long journey to the staircase. There were no more than a couple students present, when previously he had handfuls to hide within. He felt exposed. A total of two doors were on the left wall while large arched windows filled the right. The immense autumnal sunlight provided him no shadows to lurk in if Xio were to strut by, and it was terrifyingly certain she would.

Tippity-tap, tippity-tap. A familiar set of footsteps that did not belong to him thumped quietly in his ear. Then louder. And louder, until he was absolutely sure this was not his imagination but cruel reality. He could not stay here for much longer.

"Atlas? Atlas Woodrow! Have you seen him? ATLAS!"

It seemed as if his eyes were pulling in opposite directions, examining each and every potential escape route less than carefully. He couldn't make it to the staircase in time. The suits of armor were poor hiding spots. Smashing a window and hurling himself out of it was not ideal either.

The boy's darting gaze locked onto a tall stone statue of a wizard striking an authoritative pose a reachable distance away. He threw himself at the statue's base and swung around to its right, the side away from where Xio was expected to arrive from. As Atlas crouched into his hiding spot, he swore she had appeared in the corner of his eye for an instant.

This wasn't going to end well.

Word Count: 331

| Date: October 4th, 2026 | Time: Morning | Location: Corridors, Hogwarts | Participation: N/A |
| Mentions: @Atlas Woodrow | Song: Atlas - Good Kid ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ | Outfit: ˜”*°•x•°*”˜ |

𝙴𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝. 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚎.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚇𝚒𝚘’𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍—𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚏.

𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖?

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝚇𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍—"𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎" 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢.

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎.

𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚇𝚒𝚘’𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎.

“𝙾𝚑, 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚜… 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎!”

OOC Notes: Oooh so close! My favorite band made a song named "Atlas!" linked at the top!
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Dialogue, Thoughts
IC date: 4 October 2026
Location: Corridors
Time: Morning
Mentioning: @Xio Arcana

"Like a predator stalking its prey." was the first thought that flashed through Atlas' head when Xio came bouncing down the hallway. It was a cruel, dehumanizing simile he did not enjoy dwelling on, but perfectly encapsulated how he felt—like a pathetic piece of meat, praying it would live to see another day. The "predator" being a bubbly, eleven-year-old girl did not help.

Then he heard a sniff. Peeking past the statue's foot, it was clear it came from Xio. People don't breathe like that. The sniff had to have been intentional, but why? She couldn't seriously be trying to smell him when it was doubtful she even knew what he smelled like... unless she did, somehow. He shuddered in disgust at the thought. This really was like a predator hunting its prey, wasn't it? Just what he wanted.

Atlas swore to himself he'd never do this again, never hide because of his cowardice. The dreadful feeling of helplessness was no better than facing Xio like he'd inevitably have to, anyway. Only now it would be worse. He could not imagine the embarrassment that came with being caught. It was like admitting she absolutely terrified him, and in some ways she did, but none were reasonable enough for anyone to see eye-to-eye with him.

Xio's mocking voice echoed through the corridors as she called out to him, prompting Atlas to temporarily pull his knees in, cover his ears, and squeeze his eyes shut. If he couldn't see her, she couldn't see him either, right? Whatever. He didn't like this stupid game of hide-and-seek.

The slight noise of shifting robes could be heard when Atlas repositioned himself to the statue's right. Too bad his wand just had to roll out from his pocket, and the little thump that followed would draw anyone's attention, especially Xio's. Instinctively, he lay flat against the floorboards without bothering to retrieve his wand. Oh, why must this happen to him of all people?

Word Count: 327