Why had everyone made Airey Flamsteed sound like such a nightmare Cutty's first year? He'd been ditchin' out on Astronomy and almost gotten away with it, but the severe reprimands and threats of academic probation, not to mention the points scoreboard had brought him here today. He didn't hate the topic so much as dread the nightmare of an incompetent teacher.

How he hated incompetent teachers! O____O

Cutty entered the classroom slooooowly and for the first time ever. Seeing the other students, he mimicked their behaviour. It seemed Flamsteed was not the over-controlling type and let his students sit before class had officially begun. Yeah, he didn't seem that way at the dance either. He moved over to the enchanted closet and pulled out a lab coat in his house colours.

Oh, dear no...no.

This man not only knew he was coming, but also knew his name.

And not the abbreviated version, but his actual full name that had been called at the sorting hat ceremony. That the initial owl from Hogwarts and official school notifications were sent under. How? Why? Cutty put on the labcoat which clearly read: Cuthbert.

He reached for his goggles and then took a seat at one of the long hard wood tables and cushioned stools. A new found respect for Professor Flamsteed forming in his secretive little head as he tried to cover his name with his long white beard.


Yeaaah, those students in Cutty's first year didn't know what they were talking about.