"That was a pretty rough game all around," Minerva replied, and she didn't for a second believe that it was the Ravenclaw beater that was causing the problem. Slytherins were notorious for rough play on the pitch. But she let it go, and now she could reference Atlas better in her mind.
Minerva listened to Atlas' tale, and the sound of his voice - the details, plus the way he was knocking back the drinks, suddenly she believed him.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice sincere. When Atlas put the glass down, she put her hand over his so he wouldn't signal for another drink. "No one should have to go through that. Truly."
Minerva finished her own drink, putting the empty glass on the table.