Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God Astronomy
Amy sat up in the astronomy tower, crouched over a book of stars and a notebook, quill in hand. The sixteen year olds thick brown hair was tied up in a ponytail and she reached for the telescope, pulling it up to her eye. She adjusted it so she was looking up at Venus.
She mumbled to herself before she crouched back over the notebook, scribbling down the relevant coordinates. She wasn’t the only one there either; she looked around at the other students and the professor in the corner before bending back over her book with a sigh |