First things first: Eden knew this professor would be super weird, considering they had to use a lint-rollder before entering. Did he have issues with LINT? Eden didn't see the point at ALL. She had probably missed quite a few spots anyways, considering the uniform wasn't..an easy uniform to lint-roll. So, sorry, Professor..whatever his name was. She was unamused.

She sat down and wondered--well, the energy in here was certainly different than the energy in Divination. She took out her notebook..and her quill...since it seemed everyone was doing that. And her book. What even WAS Astronomy? Eden had NO clue at all. It had to with the stars, though, she knew that much. Eden always felt more sciency than anything else--maybe this was sciency, and maybe she'd like it? She scribbled something about the date on the top of her page and sat all comfy--right. Was Connor here? Clara? Anyone? ANYONE? She didn't see any familiar faces, which only increased her heightened shyness in a new place--so she just kept her eyes down and tried not to look like a fish out of water. Minus the slimy part. Eden wasn't slimy. Hmph.

She crossed her ankles and sat semi-like a lady, thinking of how many comments her grandparents would have about that. They would probably be more critical than anything, though. Hmph.

When would class start? Oh--when would it be over? It was already running late--Eden was hungrrrrrry! She wouldn't ask the professor this--rude--but she couldn't keep her tummy quiet! It was already starting to grumble...

Looking up, she FINALLY spotted the comic in the man's hand--OHehfhfiuwhWHIRGH EDEN SQUEALED. And then noticed that she had done so...Right. Right right.

That was embarrassing.

She hid her face and just tried not to bring any MORE attention to herself. THough.S he would like to tell Professor Flamsteed that Star Wars was CLEARLY better...she wouldn't.