Celandine backed away slowly before turning and retrieving her chair. She had brought it to the front, eyed her housemates then sat down before the next thing she knew, he was yelling at them to stand again.

There was plenty you could do, astronomy-wise, without it being night time. Cela was beginning to figure out that they'd not even be doing that, though.

And stretching?

She ignored Borr's ripped pants and stood on her chair at the front of the class. He hadn't said she could go back to her desk, after all. She stretched cheerfully and noted that the higher she got, the fresher the air was.

It was really a good thing that she had worn one of her slightly longer skirts with all this stretching.

"Lord Borr, sir? Are we reaching for the stars sir?" Cela asked politely from her spot on the chair.