Ana stared down at her Astronomy notes, English and Cyrillic blurring together the more she looked. Whatever meaning the words had was lost to her tired eyes. She was meant to be good at this, these notes were meant to be comprehensive and help her ace her Astronomy NEWT. At the moment they looked more like failure and all she wanted to do was cry from the frustration. She thought she wanted to be an Astronomer, now though she wasn’t sure. Maybe it wasn’t too late to achieve her childhood dream of being a rock star? Or maybe a violinist…