When she was four years old, not that she could remember of course, November had owned a pet rock. She knew this because to this day, Aunt Adiola and Uncle Monday liked to tease her for it. As her mother hadn't allowed furry creatures at the time - not even a cat nor a krup - she had, apparently, called the mud-crusted stone Fluffy. For two weeks, Fluffy slept with November, played dolls with November, had even come to the dinner table on occasion, until finally her mother took the stone and November never saw it again.

She imagined growing a star might be similar, except better. No one would think her silly for singing to her star! It was practically in the fine print of the project!

Eagerly, she made her way to the Astrophysics laboratory with Edita. If you asked November - and few did - there were far too many stairs in this castle. It was much worse, she figured, for Edita, who lived way down in those dismal dungeons!

Tugging on Eddie's hand, she entered the lab with her friend.

"Never really thought it possible to grow a star," she was saying as they gathered up their supplies. Shrugging into the silly white lab coat, she eyed the goggles. They looked silly. "Guess that's the point of class," she added a few beats later, looking up at her friend. "All the mystification of the sky's sorta killed on it, though."

Settling at a table, she fidgeted with the goggles on her face. Already, her face felt kind of itchy along the edges of it. Sifting through her bag, she pulled out her notes for the assignment. Charms was one of her better classes - which was to say, Charmswork came easier to her than, say, Transfiguration - but it didn't mean she'd memorized the necessary spells for cleaning.

Frowning a little, she held the jar with one hand, and with the other, her wand. "Tergeo!" she tried, though instantly she knew her pronunciation was off. A second try, though, helped clean the dirt and dust from the jar. "So many spells for cleaning," she mused out loud towards Eddie. "I hear muggles have to actually scrub things themselves, though! Dreadfully dull-making, it sounds!" Focusing once more on the jar, two attempts eventually produced a proper working "Scourgify!" and left behind a nicely shiny jar.

The soon-to-be home for her star.

"Reckon I'll call mine Cosmo, I think." She chuckled to herself, still impressed by the wit it took for that one. "Hehehehe. Cosmo."