Olly was having an off day. It was pretty difficult for him to focus, even more so today than on any regular day. He was really trying because he liked Professor Flamsteed and Astronomy wasn't the worst subject and he wanted to be a good student but it was hard sometimes. His mind was wandering. He didn't even hear the first question asked but he tried to catch some of the responses. Shooting stars aren't actually shooting, they're falling. Interesting. Then they shouldn't be called shooting stars they should be called falling stars. Who had named them that anyway? Who had been the first person to see a shooting - er, falling -star? Had they made a wish? Why was that a thing? Who was the first one to do that? If it didn't even work then why did people start doing it in the first place?

Right, focus. He stared really hard at Flamsteed as he asked the next question. Oh, he just had to define one of those things. He could do that. Star. That was easy. Olly raised his hand. "A star is a ball of gas. When you draw one on a paper it has five sides but that's not what they really look like. You also usually color them yellow but their color depends on what stage of life they're in." That was all the information he knew about stars. He couldn't name any of the stages or anything like that. He just knew that at one point they were red giants. So obviously at that point they were red.