Flirting

It lasted for a few conscious seconds, moments that made Atticus feel as though he was flying through the cosmos, as though he was invincible, as though the world couldn't contain him.

As soon as he felt the extremely comfortable space initially enveloping him vanish, Atticus instantly opened his eyes, a small smile on his face.

Atticus found himself inside some sort of small room, and as his gaze swept around, he noted that he wasn't the only one there.

'The top 10 of the first years?' Atticus pondered. He had been the first to recover from the long-distance teleportation, and as the others started recovering one by one, they each followed Atticus' lead and looked around the room.

As they turned and saw Atticus standing so close to them, each instinctively jumped backward, creating a safe distance from the figure, their gazes alert.