Originally Posted by Team ronmione

The sun was humble. To some extent. No, it was very humble. And the winking comment. "I know I was winking a lot. I hope you enjoyed it." He said. There was no reason to add on more into the winking part of the conversation, so that should be that? Yes. Good. Ok.

The blonde hoped that that laughter indicated that Lotus knew what Tag had said, a star wars quote indeed. And if she didn't, we may be disappointed. Stars Wars sorta had connections to astronomy? Let's just say yes. "Only a couple million light years away. Only." Did she see what Tag was getting at here? "Sooooo what's a light year to a normal earth year?" These were the things he needed to know. Obviously, he had never bothered much to check his textbooks when he had taken astronomy. "Fascinating. Excellent."

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What was that noise? Slightly shrilly and upbeat it scared Tag. Gave him goosebumps and he had to quickly move in his seat to find where that voice was coming from.

It was a ghost. Mentioning favorites. Oh, lord, would Lottie try to avoid a 'favorite' conversation?

We felt the fingers on his hand, yes we did, Lotus. Psh. Lotus scared of a ghost? A harmless ghost. But, it seemed Lottie knew the ghosts name and then, let go of him. Haha. Not for long, Tag held onto her hand again. Also, the hufflepuff seemed to have trouble addressing the ghost.

"Whut?" Tag said completely confused by both Lottie's and the ghosts words. Burbage apparently.

Spiral galaxy. Barred spirals. Sculptors.

What were they talking about? Tag just watched their interactions and said nothing at all.

Originally Posted by Marion Burbage

Hooting quite like an owl with delight at the young woman's answer, Marion beamed at her and nodded so much it was a wonder her ghostly head did not roll right off her shoulders. Although that was surely a privilege left to Sir Nicholas. Sort of. Marion did take pity on the poor fellow for never being able to join the Headless Hunt. Such conviction he had, applying over and over like that.

"Oooooooooooh how siiiiiimply LOVELY!" she exclaimed. "The Sculptor Galaxy IS a beautiful sight to behold."

What was this little darling's name again? Marion tried to search her memory but was having a hard time recalling at the moment. OH WAIT! THERE IT WAS! Oh yes. That studmuffin of an Astronomy professor had often raved about her when they had had their evening teas. Well, when he had his tea and she floated there beside him listening.

"You have subliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime taste, Miss Wisteria. Siiiiiiiimply sublime! But no need to call me professor. You already have a fine one. Mrs. Burbage will do just fine."

Oh dear. It seemed her quite sudden entrance had startled the Gryffindor boy. "Oh my goodness gracious HEAVENS above. Do forgive me dear. I did not mean to startle you," she cooed as the patted him, or attempted rather, on his head. "A proper studmuffin like yourself shouldn't fall victim to surprise so easily, though."

Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuurely she wasn't THAT frightening! Why, if he were to have the Bloody Baron sneak up on him he would leak in his trousers!

But then it hit her.

"OH...OOOOOOOOH! You are wondering what sort of siiiiiiiiiiiimply divine talk your friend and myself are having. Mr....Kildare, was it?" She briefly recalled him in her lessons during her brief time as a professor. "Galaxy is an umbrella term, like pasta. There isn't just ONE variety of pasta. You have spaghetti and penne and capellini and macaroni. Similarly, you have a variety of galaxies. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH but look at me babbling on like I just had a goblet of Babbling Beverage!"