𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲; 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐳𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧
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❜ ─ 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 ─ ❛
(𝐋.𝐈.𝐁.𝐒.)

BOGGARTS ARE FUCKING SHIT.

that was atlas's conclusion one morning as he was walking to his defence class with ty and cass. he was still knackered from the night before, where he stayed at the hufflepuff dorms with the duo, smoking copious amounts of weed. atlas, in his option, thinks it was perfectly justified. why would he go from sketching designs for his dictated collection, to hearing voices in his head? the only rational thing in his mind was to block all that bullshit with his favourite escapism: weed.

yeah, he knew it would fuck his health, and his brother and sister would kill him, but at this point, atlas quite frankly couldn't give a flying fuck. at this point, he would do anything just to get the fucking voices out of his head, and earmuffs were clearly not working.

"you up for today mate?" asks ty, his blue eyes drilling into the sides of atlas's head. cass was still gone from the night before. he didn't want to look at him, because atlas himself knew that he would cave in and comply.

"nah, not today. need to help alya with her arithmancy assignment." he lies. alya was perfectly capable of doing arithmancy and even if she did need help, she would ask blaise. for some odd reason, both ty and cass were afraid of his sister, which he couldn't help but find strange. but, atlas being atlas never questioned such abnormalities.

currently lugging his messenger bag lazily on his shoulder and rubbing his kajal clad eyes of tiredness, he enters the class with the duo (although they were saying all kinds of bullshit, which he wasn't paying attention to). he made sure he didn't smell bad, drowning himself in his normal musk based perfume. especially since he had his uncle teaching him today. atlas was never one to turn up to class on time, in fact, atlas was one to think that the institution of education was a fat scam. he was a strong believer that when you enter the world of work, it was solely to do with experience and life skills one has, as supported by his boss madam malkins. yet, he was doing his owls and newts solely 'for the vibes' and to get the job he wanted.

the classroom was bright and for once, the windows and blinds were opening, allowing the light to shine in, compared to the normal, dingy class they were used to.

"atlas!"

he looks around to see the concerned face of altair coming towards him. atlas suspected it was to give him shit for not coming back to dorms and for hanging out with cass and ty in the first place.

he morphs his face into a wide smile and open eyes, looking at his brother as if he didn't get high the night prior and that he was functioning perfectly fine.

"al, what's up."

"what's up? is that all you have to say?" altair asks, atlas thinks he was starting to overreact.

"what else do you want me to say? the sky?"

"i've been so worried about where you've been!" he starts, atlas could see the vein starting to pop out on altair's forehead; it often happened when he was stressed, "I didn't know where you were!

"mind your own business, altair." ty chimes in from the sides. altair never liked ty, he thought they were extorting and promoting atlas to do things that would fuck him up later on.

"why don't you fucking mind your own business, tyler," altair raises his voice, atlas could see that his twin was getting more angry, "leave my brother alone."

altair grabs atlas's arm and drags him away form the smirking hufflepuffs and back outside the emoty corridor.

"what was that for?"

altair sighs tiredly, "atlas, i've told you so many times, tyler and cassidy aren't good people."

atlas was getting tired of his brother, "listen, they're good people. you've never talked to them to see the kind of people they are."

"then why the fuck do they say shit about our family so much? and why do they extort you on your drugs and make you do drugs in the first place? like. 20 galleons, really?"

"firstly, you wouldn't understand and secondly, how the fuck would you know?" atlas was pissed; altair of all people wouldn't understand how it was like for atlas. but most importantly, how the fuck did altair know.

"what the fuck, are you stalking me you creep? or are you using legilimency or something."

"i swear on amma's life i'm not. i just know you atlas, now more than ever," he replies slowly, atlas knew altair was a shit liar anyways so it would've been clear if he was fibbing or not. but he wasn't. "listen, you're my little brother, it's my job to protect you."

atlas scrunches his brows, "firstly, i'm only younger by 20 minutes and secondly, i can take care of myself. stop babying me for fucks sake."

"i'm always going to be here for you, even if you think i'm some parasitic leech. you can always confide in me for anything."

"yeah, yeah. you're this i'm mister perfect, i'm infallible in everyone's eyes. just leave me alone altair. you don't get shit." his breath started to labour and it felt like someone stuffed a pillow down his throat. his vision was getting more disoriented, losing control of his body completely and he could hear altair mumbling something unintelligible.

atlas was done at this point and he meant it when he said altair would never understand his dynamic in the family. in atlas's eyes, there was his mum and dad, this perfect, yet childish couple. atlas never liked relationships or ever understood how one could feel so deeply for another person, yet his parents just clicked so well. then there was his uncle regulus, he was cool and always looked out for him and siblings. then there was altair. yeah, they were brothers, most importantly twins, but they were separate entities ever since they were born. he had to admit, he was jealous of fred and george, because of their connection, and at times, wished that him and altair emulated that too, (though altair wished the same, if not more). like he refers to him as his brother, not his twin. atlas only felt comfortable calling his brother; twin felt so synched, and they weren't. no one could forget alya, and in atlas's eyes, she was everyone's favourite. she was popular, likeable and all in all she was quite genuinely the colour in everyone's life.

but atlas? he was the weird, out of place middle child. yeah, his parents loved him, but in his eyes, not more than their perfect, eldest altair and apple of eye alya. he had an incredibly unstable career prospect in his head, and atlas himself, was unsure of the feasibility of it all, despite it's originality. he knew that he was going to have withdrawal problem for his drug problem, but he didn't want to act on it. he liked being ignorant of that weirdly. he feared being alone and conforming to the norm. but atlas would like to clarify, by alone he meant having no one around him, not a relationship.

he could hear the faint mutterings of his brother, and some feeling on his palms.

"what can number am i tracing?"

atlas couldn't speak, it still felt like the air was chucked out of his lungs.

"easy at, can you hear my voice. nod if you can."

atlas somehow manages a nod.

"okay, i'm going to think of a number and i need you show me that number through your fingers, yeah?"

atlas nods again, trying to focus on altair and reeling himself back. he was getting the instinctive feeling of the number two, which he shows on his fingers.

"well done, let's do one more."

atlas was getting the feeling of 5.

"good, one more."

8.

"one more."

"ten."

he could feel altair's relief somehow and atlas himself, was regaining control of his body.

altair unzips his bag and takes out two vials. he uncaps one of them and hands it to him. atlas sends a questioning look to him.

"it's your medication, you didn't take it this morning. and take this calming draught too. " altair smiles gently. atlas hears more sounds from altair's bag, sending another look.

"oh, that more stuff. potion stuff." atlas saw altair's right eye twitch. lie.

"be honest."

"it's just potion stuff. now drink!"

with that, atlas chugs down his medication. he didn't know what it exactly does to him, but he found that after consumption, he was calmer and didn't tend to gravitate towards the drugs.

he looks over to his brother, who had a look of concern on his face,, the wrinkles on his forehead visible.

"ready to go in?"

the two look up from their crouched position on the floor: remus lupin standing in front of them in all his glory.

"moony!" the two exclaim, though atlas's came out more gruffier than expected. remus gives them both a respective hand to pull the two up. they automatically go to hug him, the familiar aroma of chocolate and tea tingling their tastebuds.

"sorry if i'm late, i got caught up with you dad and uncle," he replies pulling away from the hug, "shall we?"

remus enters the classroom, with atlas and altair on his tail. cass and ty look at him in the way of him and altair, almost trying to tell him to stand with them. altair seeing this, pushed past the two and made his way to the front,

"good afternoon," he says, a bright smile on his face "would you please put all your books back in your bags. today's will be a practical lesson. you will need only your wands."

everyone was confused to say the least; it wasn't so early that they would be using wands. atlas assumes it may be because of the owls.

"now you may be wondering, why on earth is this old man standing in front of a cupboard. and ugly one too."

snickers and nods were evident in the audience.

"there's a boggart in there." atlas gave remus a look of pure terror.

"boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," remus continues "cupboards, the gap beneath beds,the cupboards under sinks — i've even met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. thisone moved in yesterday afternoon, and i asked the headmaster if the staff would leave it to givemy third years and fifth years some practice."

"so, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a boggart?"

fred puts his hand up "it's a shape-shifter," he said. "it can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most."

"couldn't have put it better myself," remus compliments, and fred glowed. george elbows him in response.

"so the boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. they don't yet know whatwill frighten the person on the other side of the door. nobody knows what a boggart looks likewhen they are alone, but when i let them out, they will immediately become whatever each of us most fears."

"can someone remind me what the charm is?"

altair puts his hand up, "riddikulus."

"brilliant, altair,"

atlas smiles at his brother and elbows him for his answer. altair beams, he looked happy that atlas was okay.

atlas lost attention when remus started rambling about something, if you ask atlas, he didn't have clue. he fixated on remus's clothes. now he's known since he was a kid that remus was a werewolf, and that remus had a habit of re-sewing his suits even if they were ripped. what if he designed clothing specifically for remus. somehow make a fabric which would withstand the tear and pressure from age and transformation? make it accessible and for remus and all werewolves to use? something stain resistant. he starts drawing sketches in his head, of all different type of clothing and material. something for all heights and sizes. atlas needed to let his mum know to send over his spare fabric and sewing kit form the house.

"atlas!"

he snaps out of his reverie, meeting the eyes of remus.

"oh fuck, i think i'll pass professor lupin. not feeling too good." he tries brushing it away, but the boggart starts shifting.

atlas stands frozen on the spot; he could hear altair behind him ushering him with words of support. but it was that same feeling again. the boggart which previously was a swarm of butterflies morphed into 'altair' momentarily (he hears a gasp behind him), before morphing again to atlas. it wasn't him though. it was an atlas all dressed up prim and proper, a blazer adorned with the ministry logo, his hair cut short and combed back neatly. no signs of his piercings or rings or anything. behind 'atlas' was the rest of his family, looking the same.

conformation. unoriginality. perfection.

"riddikulus!" atlas pointing his wand to the boggart; he knew what his fear was, but didn't want to tread on it any further. he didn't even bother to see what to turned into. he avoids eye contact with everyone and makes his way to the back where he saw lee.

"mate, don't ever cut your hair. that atlas was well ugly." lee exclaims. lee had this air of comfort and humour, always knowing what to say to cheer the other person up.

atlas clears his throat and plasters a fake smile, "never mate, my hairs insured for a million galleons."

atlas looks over to the front where he could see altair face his boggart. air knocked out of his lungs as he realised altair's fear. he saw a bunch of papers, all labelled 't', but what was worse was the corpses of himself and alya. the bodies mangled and bent into all different angles. it was a sight he wasn't expecting. if anything he was probably expecting bad grades and a cross minnie, but this was way worse.

"altair, remember this isn't real. atlas is standing behind you in the queue and your sister is perfectly fine."

altair nods, albeit disturbed at the sight.

"riddikulus!"

'atlas' and 'alya' get morphed into clowns and the boggart starts doing clown tricks to one another, going as far as 'alya' throwing a pie in 'atlas's' face.

altair makes his way to the back, where atlas grabs his shoulders as a sign of assurance. altair too couldn't meet atlas's eyes.

"yo, look at me. i'm doing perfectly fine see!" atlas attempts to brighten him up, nudging his shoulders to get his attention, "come on old man, you're supposed to be the person cheering everyone else up!"

altair meets his eyes and somewhat musters a smile, though atlas knew it wasn't genuine. he brings altair into a quick embrace, assuming altair too needed one. in all honesty, atlas himself needed it, after his boggart and seeing altair and his boggart.

lesson finished quite quickly, and it was clear that the boggarts episode had tired everyone out of their wits. altair and atlas rush out ahead, not waiting for their friends.

"atlas, mum sent you a letter this morning, i've put it up in our dorm. the other stuff i've put in your empty drawer." altair tells him. atlas wasn't in the mood to talk after defence and just wanted to go to bed and sleep the night off. "i've got to meet someone, for extra tutoring."

he nods in response, making his way to gryffindor tower. the dorms were quiet when he got there, it was lunch time after all, and atlas just wasn't in the food mood.

entering his room, he sees the letter on his bed and his bedside drawer slightly ajar. he opens the letter, lifting the seal up. he knew this was his mum. she adored sealing her letters with this seal with elephants and lotuses (atlas now knowing, it probably belonged to nani nyla).

my darling world atlas,

well, i'm back at work and i don't think i'm going to be at hogwarts in the next week or so, i just wanted to send you this letter to let you know!

how are you kanna? you need to write to me more!
i haven't been seeing you much, which is odd considering out of all three of you, you would always be around me and never leave me alone. i remember you and your siblings would only call me amma when you were babies, i got nostalgic looking at the film we took of you. and then your dad whitewashed you with mum and got stuck. call me amma like you used to!

anyways, i do hope you're enjoying your school year so far; i feel a bit at peace knowing that your dad and uncle jamie are stationed with you guys at the moment (even if the two of them are four year olds at heart!)
how is fred, george and lee? are they well?

your dad told me you're hanging out with tyler and cassidy again. have they roped you back into doing marijuana and alcohol? if so, tell me, i'll not be angry. it's fine to make mistakes kanna; no ones perfect, but don't make the same mistake twice. learn from them and move forward.

oh, i forgot to tell you something! i made a new friend. do you remember the fashion brand versace you adore? i was actually treating a designer for the brand, gianni i think his name was? and i remembered you saying you wanted a change of scenery from madam malkins and i told him about you and told him that what i was wearing was from you! he was really impressed; even more so when i mentioned your age. i've sent you his address to his main office and he has ours, but i think he'll offer you an internship for the summer! plus it's in milan!

just remember to send him over a letter (muggle way of course) with your qualifications. he said they'll probably have to interview you in person and see some sketches. if so, i'll take a day off and we'll go to milan together! it'll be our day to spend time together :)

i've sent over some sketches and designs that belonged to my mother. she loved the arts more than anyone, and i thought you would get some inspiration from it!

atlas, kanna, just remember you are a masterpiece. you kanna, have the mind to revolutionise. you may not favour academia like altair or be a sports person like alya, but oh gods do you have such an interesting mind. your creativity and mindset will take you so far, but you need to look into a mirror and see it for yourself.

you have so much potential and spark in you kanna, i just wish you see it and act on it. i'm so incredibly proud of you, and so is your father and uncle regulus.

i love you kanna, in this life, the next and even after that.

eppozhum,
amma x

p.s: i've sent you those fabrics you wanted from the tailor shop. ask altair for your medication, although i'm pretty sure he's been carrying it around with him just in case you forget. i've also sent over your kajal. you told me you snapped the tips of it!
p.p.s: i've also sent over the mango pickle for you to share with your siblings. three jars for each of you. and for you only, i've made you your favourite achappams, vadai and a special sambar saadham. should be warm!
p.p.p.s: please tell remus to owl regulus. he's awfully down because remus hasn't been owling him. the sooner the two realise, the better.
p.p.p.p.s: continue being the masterpiece you are

atlas turned to his chest of drawers which indeed had all the things his amma had sent. all the feelings of uncertainty and overwhelm left his head. a mellow tear slipped down his cheeks. he sticks the letter to the chest of drawers next to his bed, alongside his nani nyla's sketches.

atlas was thinking two things: how much he loves his amma and how he was going to demolish the food she sent over.

eppozhum - always
kanna- child, endearing term

leela & atlas >>>>

any ideas on their powers?

atlas is one of my favourite characters just because he's a bit of everything. he's confident, but not at the same time. knows what he wants, but doesn't.
atlas is going to go through a hell of development. but just as a reminder, he's a very spontaneous person in terms of actions.

altair- perfectionist
atlas- originality
alya- uncertainty