It took everything Atlas had not to stop in the middle of the street and just yell, or find a wall to punch, but somehow me managed to reign in his anger and make it back to the bar, sitting back down in the booth without a word. He was angry at himself, more than anything, and having an outburst in the middle of everyone wasn't going to help.
He picked up his butterbeer and brought it to his lips, not finishing until he'd downed the whole thing. Once he was done, he rummaged through his pockets for a moment before he found the coins to pay for his drink. "It didn't work," he said, to no one in particular, laying the coins on the table. "So I'm going to go home."