Astronomy was always interesting. Sure, it hurt her brain. Like, a LOT. And Flamsteed often hurt her brain just as much, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to go to the classes. Just meant, she had to be prepared for the unexpected.

Problem was, try as she might and as hard as she could, she could never quite be prepared enough for his classes. He always managed to throw the cookie far out of the box, and it was flabbergasting. Every. Single. Time.

She was determined as much as her mind could be determined, that this would NOT happen today. Of course, such thoughts and determinations were stolen away by the sudden COLD that greeted her upon entering the classroom. It quite literally took her breath away. As did the scenery and the stars and the little windstorms. But, what distracted her most thoroughly was the weightlessness that she felt. The buoyancy that she could feel in every part of her. Her feet were still on the ground, but she felt that was because she let them be there. A grin crept forward. Her eyes went down to her feet. She took a step.

IT WAS LIKE WALKING ON AIR!

With a little chirp of excitement, Amur did a little hop and found it was more like a JUMP!

Okay, she couldn't contain herself. With another little noise, Amur SKIPPED down towards the desks. A twirl might have been done here or there. Really, she didn't care who watched or what they thought. It was the BEST feeling EVER. Well, besides flying on a dragon. That still held top place.

It was a few skips before she was at the desks, and abruptly, she halted. Like she had run into an invisible wall. An invisible wall that was the sight of Flamsteed. It, he, the GET-UP, shocked Amur so much that she just sort of froze on the spot. The cold was suddenly there again, and perhaps a bit less blood in her cheeks. That WAS Flamsteed, right?

Carefully, just in case it was something ELSE, because really it could have been a boggart, Amur slipped into the seat closest to her. The seat right beside David. The kid who she'd run into at the beauty shop. Trying to keep her movements as small as possible, lest the Star-Creature notice her, Amur carefully let her eyes drift to the board. Name. Year. Right.

She worked out her quill, and with a trembling hand and teeth beginning to chatter, wrote on her parchment.

Once that was done, it got a tap with her wand. As it turned into wood, Amur quickly unfolded her blanket, pulled her knees up to her chest and propped her feet on the edge of her seat and wrapped the blanket around her. Nothing to see over here. Just a little bundle of space-blanket.