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Bluebell flames! Alright, Owen knew how to make those things. He conjured a few but Charlotte beat him to handing it out so his were mostly crowded on top of his desk now, giving his face a brighter glow than the others. More for him then.
AHHHHHHH, warmth.
Studmuffin? What was a studmuffin? Muffins made him hungry. And a nugget of information about the man's portrait on the desk? He thought he was the Professor's late husband or something. Owen didn't know. NOPE. What he did know was that he was starting to get hungry. Muffin. Nugget. Chicken nuggets. Heh.
Anyway, the man on the portrait wasn't the Professor's husband. He was Fred...something... Bessel who used parallax. Someone mentioned it earlier in class and Owen was still confused with the said term. Still, he followed what the woman was instructing them to do. One eye open, one eye closed. Other one open, other one closed. Ooooohkay. Owen could sort of see what the Professor meant. So that was a parallax?
Owen tried to understand what the woman was saying next. Something about the distance, star shifts, cygni whatever that was and once again nope, this badger didn't know what the distance to stars and other distances on a galactic scale was.
But Charlotte did.
Parsecs? Huh.
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