[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=Gold]Artemis “Arty” Harrington[/color][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=gold]Location:[/color][/b] Dumbledor’s Office
[b][color=gold]Magic:[/color][/b] Legilimency[/center][hr]

[color=gold][i]‘Aw, bugger.’[/i][/color] Arty thought glumly, still snickering as one managed to get his brother. He really would have liked dropping those classes. He wasn’t going to pass those O.W.L.S. anyways. Even with his friend’s help, he could barely make adequate marks in History of Magic and Astronomy because they were just so boring. How anyone managed to keep their heads on straight in those classes blew his mind but to each their own he supposed. He’d drop care of magical creatures though. Muggle Studies was way too easy for him to want to give up and even if he wasn’t sure about something, he’d just send a letter back home. Why stick to dusty old books while you had living, breathing muggle parents who could just look stuff up for you? Easy peasy!

[color=gold]“Oh no, sir. That definitely won’t be necessary!”[/color] Arty stammered out at the suggestion of being obliviated. Not only did he definitely [i]not[/i] want that, the twins bounced between each other’s heads often enough that he’d just ;earn about it again, find out he was obliviated, and have to get obliviated again and again and again. That would be a horrible experience. Plus, Apollo would probably feel bad and offer to leave and that would make Arty feel terrible and it would just be more problematic than not. [color=gold] “Of course I’ll join, Professor! Gotta keep Apollo out of trouble when I can, right?”[/color] He teased, nudging his twin.

The vial in his pocket weighed heavily as he preened under the praise Dumbledore gave him, him and Professor Sprout apparently. It made him feel good being recognized by the Professors. However, he needed to get Dumbledore alone for a moment to give him the memory. He shuddered at the memory of watching himself dying and chewed his lip. Arty reached out, brushing against Dumbledore’s mind. He couldn’t get anything from it but he didn’t need to.

[color=gold][i]‘Sorry for the intrusion! I don’t want to upset Apollo again but I need to give you something privately please.’[/i][/color] Arty sent quickly. [color=gold][i]‘Something about Chimera from the Death Eater on the train.’[/i][/color] Arty felt awful going behind everyone’s back but the sooner it was in his hands the better. And if he could do it without Apollo figuring out he had a complete meltdown on the train, Arty would suffer the guilt that was chewing away at his heart a hundred times over. He just hoped he could keep it secret; Arty wasn’t naive enough to think he could keep anything he was feeling under wraps.