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Roman felt so confused being in a place that should be so familiar. His great-great-grandfather and great-grandfather, and their wives had once walked these walls. He heard he might have cousins within the school, but he wouldn't know them if they stood right in front of him. He was raised in France most of his life, until his mother got offered a position to the Ministry.
He was worried by the last name he bore. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, for he thought himself rather ordinary compared to legacy he came from. He just wanted to be Roman and nothing more.
While his mind was consumed his thoughts of his heredity, he found himself wandering the castle. And then he came to some stairs... they went up, up, up....
Finally he reached the top, where there were several star gazers. He felt rather foolish for not having a telescope of his own, but perhaps this was an opportunity to make friends and get a closer glimpse at the stars.
The first to catch his attention, was a boy that looked close to his age and was singing a peculiar tune. Hmm...kinda catchy, Roman thought as he raised an eyebrow. He shrugged his shoulders and stood behind the boy. "Um...whatcha lookin' at?"
"I saw Mercury, then Venus, saw the Earth, then Mars..." Darwin carried on singing, angling his telescope upwards a little more, struggling to make out anything in particular. It probably would have helped if he'd had the slightest inkling as to what stars were especially bright, or what planets you could see at this time.
But he didn't. That didn't mean that the boy didn't like looking through the telescope, though. All the pretty patterns that the stars made were really rather cool, and he wondered if you could manipulate them. He wanted to make stars spell out his name. Although which name he wanted them to spell he wasn't really sure.
Hearing a voice behind him, and quite close, Darwin stopped singing under his breath, not realising that someone had been so close.
"Oh, uh, er I dunno." He shrugged slightly, looking at the boy who was about his age, before realising how stupid it sounded.
"I mean, the stars, but I don't know what stars are which and what planets are which and which are the thingymabobs, whatchamacallits." What was the word for patterns of stars again?
"I mean, consternations." That was it, right?