Don't Be Such an Asteroid: #23 Telescope

To Tonks’ mind, Astronomy was boooooooring. Perhaps it was the late late hour, or the fact that each patch of sky looked the same as the last to her, but Tonks was constantly dozing off at her telescope. Her head would tip forward, jerk up, tip forward, and she’d smack her forehead against the eye piece.

It was miserable.

“Now then,” the professor droned from the other side of the tower. “Has anyone spotted anything unusual tonight with their telescope?”


Charlie rolled his around to point at Tonks. “Funny boy.”

“In the sky, Mr. Weasley. Something unusual in the sky.”