Abigail put her hand up “Sir isn’t the sun actually a star, that’s what I was taught by a trained teacher anyway.” She stressed the word trained because she was certain this guy wasn’t. If it wasn’t for the fact that she’d been looking forward to this class she’d have already left, but she was hoping that when he started teaching he might say something of interest.

"I think we're having class in the middle of the day because a very important person like you can't possibly find the time in his busy schedule for a night class such as Astronomy." Pietro blurted out the first thing that popped into his mind. Feeding the ego of an egomaniac was the only way to get on his good side even if it could be considered dangerous. Pietro, along with his classmates, was at a disadvantage with this guy so drastic measures had to be taken.

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Originally Posted by Berty Borr

"Ahhh. ONCE AGAIN, it is the SLYTHERINS that never disappoint me. TAKE A BOW, you two. TAKE A BOW! You are RIGHT. You are SMART. I'm proud of you."


"EVERYONE SIT BACK DOWN. Sit down, and make it hasty. I DONT HAVE ALL DAY. SO SIT. DOWN. NOW."


Lord Borr made another attempt to get out of his chair, but it just wasn't happening for him. So he rolled in and among the Ravenclaws and Slytherins he had invited to the front of the room.

"THERE ARE NO stars out at this time of day. There are no meteor showers, or constellations, or WORTHLESS MOONS AND PLANETS out at this time of DAY." Lord Borr tapped his cane on the desk of Celandine Toussaint and then on Sebastain's desk. BRIGHT students. BRIGHT FUTURES. "Tell me, class, then WHY do you suppose I am having class now? GO ON. TELL ME. WHY DID I, LORD BORR, have your ASTRONOMY class in the middle of the day??"

"Well, technically sir, there is one star out...The sun. The sun is also considered to be a star, it's a huge ball of hot gas undergoing constant nuclear reactions, and releasing gigantic amounts of light, heat and various particles. Just like the stars we see in the night sky, they just appear further away," Rafe said as he sat back down. "Is that perhaps what we are studying with it being still light outside. That way we can observe it more fully?"

Rafe couldn't think of any other explanation. Clearly, this professor favored the Slytherins. Rafe scoffed at the thought, I knew I should have been in Slytherin!

William was getting angry now. Very very angry. So Borr wanted to know why they were having class during the daytime eh? Well he'd answer that. "Because the sun is one of the biggest stars in our solar system. And because there would be no way you'd be able to have the time for a proper class Sir, which would be at night where we'd have a proper view of the stars." he replied, sneering as he stalked back to his seat and slouched down into his seat crossing his arms. And because you are the most rudest man in creation, he added silently.

Abby raises her hand. "You teach your Astronomy Class in the middle of the day, because you have no intention of teaching us a a thing about Astronomy. You are pointing out to us that Astronomy is an unecessary subject. No one but ridulous people use Astronomy in their everyday lives. It is a waste of your valuable time to teach us Astronomy. You can better spend your time teaching us to be more like you, sir." Abby smiles. That should teach his Lord Fatness not to ignore my answers again. We Hufflepuffs have as much to contribute to his silly class as the Ravenclaws and Slytherin.

Rayedem hurriedly ran back to sit on his desk, returning Evan's smile on his way. Sigh. He is dad, only three times as wide and four times as often to shout. Demanding.. So demanding. Rayedem didn't like the guy, but somehow felt motivated by him. This time he gave the professor's question less thought before answering. He raised his hand,

"Sir, the sun itself is technically a star. So my best guess is that you are holding this class in the middle of the day to study it. My other guesses consist of that it is fully your right to hold this class in the middle of the day, and that you are a very busy man that you couldn't get to hold the class at night. However, I am no longer expecting a confirmation for a correct answer this time."

He was looking at the professor's eyes the whole time he spoke out. Difficult, though, but he managed to do so. Even as he was waiting he didn't look away. He was looking at them as he waited for the professor's reply. His fist, however, secretly clenched under his desk.

Arrick could smell mutiny. He'd always been good and sensing that one out. Back at school, his classmates had always been quick to turn on any poor teacher didn't look like they could hold down the fort, which usually meant the nicer ones fresh from teacher school inevitably took the worst of it all.

He wasn't too sure if that applied in the magic world. 'Lord' Borr looked like a balmy idiot the size of a walrus, but he could do magic, and it was clear that cane of his meant business.

He eyed the Head Boy, and some of the older students in the class, and wondered which ones would step up to maintain order amongst themselves, or if they'd let the proverbal dogs run loose.

Twitch. Twitch.

This man... was obviously addled, but far be it from Raiden to point that out to him. Politeness was a requirement even for the most insane of professors, after all. He resisted the urge to sink deep into his seat and eventually under the desk, swallowed, and tentatively raised his hand. Why did he have to sit up here away from the rest of the class. WHY. WHY. He did not like this at all.

"Sir, is it because the sun is the most important star we know of? It seems prudent that we learn about the most important star from-" Oh Merlin his brain hurt as he spoke the next words- "-such an important man as yourself."

It was only right to keep the insane complacent until you could report them and have them removed, after all. He'd pushed Miss Willow out of her chair with his cane, and had spent the entire class so far shouting... The natural avoidance reaction was kicking in. Raiden didn't want to be prodded out of his chair with the cane as well.

"I'll TELL YOU WHY," Lord Borr was getting ANGRY THAT he couldn't GET out of the chair. How was he supposed to TEACH!? ETHAN TRUEBRIDGE WOULD PAY FOR THIS!


With that thought and REALLY LOUD RIPPING NOISE, Lord Borr PROPELLED himself out of the chair. What Lord Borr did NOT know was that he'd torn a HUGE hole in the backside of his trousers.


Huge. Hole. In. His. Trousers. Huge. Hole. In. His. Underwear.



Lord Borr tapped his cane loudly as he turned his back on the class and approached the chalk board, "I CHOSE this time because IT IS DAY TIME! IF you want to GET anywhere in this world you have to be AWAKE DURING THE DAY. Sleep at NIGHT. Awake during the day," Lord Borr started beating the chalkboard with his cane to make the message sink, "SLEEP AT NIGHT!"

"You can't be awake ALL DAY LONG and ALL NIGHT LONG! You have TO CHOOSE one, or the OTHER! AND CLASS? I'm choosing FOR YOU! I CHOOSE for you to be awake during the day, where you STAND A CHANCE to GET A JOB! ONLY skulking creatures and UP-TO-NO-GOODERS ARE AWAKE ALL NIGHT! ASTRONOMY IS POINTLESS AT NIGHT! POINTLESS! Get a REAL job, I say!!! You may ALL THANK ME ONE DAY!"


Lord Borr felt a draft. "Raiden. Sebastian. Go close the windows, my men. Lock them up tight."


"As for the rest of you --- I want you to STAND UP. AND STRETCH. I want you to stand and STRETCH as HIGH AS YOU CAN. Stand up on the desk even. I know half of you are part monkey. GO ON. GET UP. GO ON! STRETCH UP AS HIGH AS YOU CAN."

Lord Borr started around the room, observing and watching, observing and watching. "HURRY UP WITH THOSE WINDOWS, BOYS!" Really drafty in this old room.

HOW. DARE. HE.

Lucy breathed in angry, breaths of pure hatred for this fat, evil, disgusting man as he spoke so rudely and loudly. USELESS? UP-TO-NO-GOODERS? WAS HE CALLING ONE OF HIS OWN "GOOD RAVENCLAWS" AN UP-TO-NO-GOODER? Ugh!! Lucy had every desire in her body to stomp right up to him, yell in his face, and leave the classroom. Of course, never to return again until the booger-faced OAF left. But instead, she relaxed, and calmed herself down, and attempted at taking a much more mature shot at arguing with him. No yelling, just simple reasoning. She raised her hand.

"Lord Borr, sir, I wish to say something. You have labelled me, amongst a few others as the 'Good students' or the 'Good Ravenclaws.' Yet, at the same time, you have named me an up-to-no-gooder and skulking creature for loving Astronomy and having so much desire to stay up at night and take wonder in the beauty of the stars." Lucy closed her eyes, and took in another breath. "Are you saying you take back what you said to me and the others? And I have another question, sir. I'm just curious, but...what is it that you have against Astronomy and learning things through practice? Doesn't practice help us become much more...Oh, I don't know...much more...mature? More experienced, grown-up? Skilled? A fabulous, and well-rounded person like yourself?"

Oh, Borr was well-rounded, of course. Not in the head, though, but rather in the stomach area. VERY. ROUND. But as she said all of this, she raised her hands up high to the ceiling and stretched. She had to admit, this stretching exercise was VERY nice. It felt good to stretch herself out. Ah...no more stiffness in her arms, shoulders, back, or even legs. This was probably one thing that Borr did which Lucy liked. Stretching helped the mind...she supposed.

Abigail was going to be sick! She just did not need to see that! She decided she would be nice –well really she just wanted to put him down a peg or two-and instead of stretching as advised raised her hand “Professor you have a hole in your trousers.” She smiled sweetly at him and then proceeded to stretch her arms above her head.

Maybe there was a way of getting him out of Hogwarts and someone better put in his place. A petition maybe, she’d have to ask the head boy later.

Oh. Sweet. Merlin.

OH SWEET MERLIN PLEASE NO.

Raiden immediately squeezed his eyes shut as the Professor waddled around, exposing his... torn trousers and underpants... to the world. Oh Merlin no. He would not be exposed to THAT. NO.

He bolted for the windows the second the professor demanded for he and Sebastian to close them. Looking at them was FAR BETTER than looking at the Professor's... behind. Anything was better than that. And normally... Raiden would tell the man, but... well he was insane. Raiden seriously doubted the man would believe him.

"Oh Merlin what is this," he breathed, the words practically silent even to his own ears as he pulled a window shut and locked it. "What the hell is... I can't even... augh."

WHY HAD HE COME TO THIS CLASS.

Pietro had to bite his lip to the point of biting through it to keep from laughing at the VERY obvious hole in Boor's trousers. Serves him right for being a foul human being treating innocent students like dogs. Part of him felt very traumatized at seeing this old man's rear end. Then it hit him: THERE WERE GIRLS IN THIS CLASS THAT DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT. Hell the GUYS didn't even need to see that. EVER. While Pietro stood up and stretched his arms above his head, he wondered exactly WHAT he had gotten himself into. Because this man was clearly insane in ways that not even a child with Pietro's background could imagine.

Actually, it made sense. Why study astronomy at night? That was for homework, rest and relaxation. Tavelon never liked the idea of studying the stars anyway.

So, playing the part of the sycophant, he did as he was told. He stretched as high as his little 11 year old arms would let him.

Thankfully he had a good charm for his deodorant. It smelt pretty good, actually.

But why were they stretching? Was this some metephor about how they need to reach for the stars? Ambition? Or whim of Lord Borr?

However, though Tavelon was standing in front of him, he could tell from the look of the students behind Lord Borr that something was amiss. The mighty, commanding figure of Lord Borr had a rip in his pants.

Tavelon concentrated extra hard on stretching so as not to show his bewildered, bemused emotion.

Daphne Hopton was scarred for life. Even in her corner against the now closed window (thank you Raiden?), Daphne Hopton was SCARRED. FOR. LIFE. Reaching out for Raiden Kururugi's arm like it was her life line she shut her eyes. "I have seen the darkest side of humanity today, Raiden," she whispered so not willing to stretch and stand or do whatever it was that man wanted to do. "The deepest darkest--"

It was terrible. Daphne was never going to be same again.

Oh.My. gosh

William's face going beat red as he tried in vain to stop the snickers that were threatening to pour out of his mouth. The man had a massive tear in his trousers, how could he not feel that! Seriously, you'd KNOW if you had a RIP in your pants. Was he so busy and "important" that he couldn't feel it? Seriously if he did anything that had to do with a bodily function William would loose it

"Sir, the only way we can learn about Astronomy is at night, when the stars are out. Some of us actually like the class and wish t do something that had this subject when they grow up. for you to tell us that this class is a waste of time is disrespectful of every professor who has ever taught it. You have no right to say something like that. You're disrespectful Sir and I for one will not take it anymore." he said in an oddly calm voice, his breath coming in gasps.

Oh mutiny, thy name is William he thought as he stood his ground, well seat, waiting for rip man to say something. Let him, he'd gladly leave. And learn on his own. no problem, no problem at all. And besides any normal teacher wouldn't dare let their students see something like this. He was not going to stand up and stretch.

That was for gym class.

Lunatic. Insane. Ridiculous.

Those were the words that came to mind, as Lord Borr shouted at him and another Hufflepuff - Arrick, if Dom recalled correctly - because had the man not just said that Hufflepuff was HIS house? That meant ... OH MERLIN! How in the name of things gold and black did this ridiculous ... man (can he even still be called that) have been sorted into Hufflepuff? Yes, Hufflepuff is the house of champions. Not necessarily brave, but they do stand of for what is JUST and FAIR and LOYAL. Not loyal to some lunatic of a professor who thinks he's the most important thing since Merlin's beard. But loyal to what is RIGHT and FAIR - to what is TRUE.

.... and was that his stomach rumbling?

Looking towards the first year who was in the back of the room with him - which was probably safest in Dominic's mind anyway to be back there - he wondered if they were supposed to move towards the window. But before he could move or even decide what to do (because Borr had said he didn't want to see him even though Dominic thought kicking him out of class would have been more beneficial but whatever) he'd complimented about Slytherins making him proud.

Traitor, Dominic thought rather maliciously.

Why an Astronomy class in the middle day? Because Lord Borr was a lunatic ... OBVIOUSLY! That was already settled MINUTES ago... or maybe was it HOURS? Who really knew how long he'd been in this torturous class for?






Uh... was that... Ripping? OH... Forget BORR losing his lunch, Dominic was pretty near close to losing HIS! Because seriously, if that large, lunatic man even thought about turning around.... yes, he was sure he'd undoubtedly hurl across the desk. Not by choice, of course.

But it was all he could to hold down the bile, as Borr carried on about them being awake during the day and choosing for them or something like that... really, Dominic didn't care. He just did NOT want to throw-up. No, he wasn't going to. Hurling during class was NOT an option.

"You ernt need to be up at night to learn Astronomy," Arrick drawled from his corner at the back of the class. "That's what projectors n' observatories n' video are for. People write down things so they can be studied at all sorts of times."

He wasn't defending 'Lord' Borr, of course, but he hated inconsistencies slipping by. And speaking of 'Lord' Borr...good heavens. He did NOT need to see old balmy codger bum sticking out of oversized trousers. Arrick averted his eyes and looked at the ceiling instead.

This class had gone to the dogs for sure, now. It was only a matter of time before fits were pitched.

OH MY GOD!
Blake's mouth hung open when Berty THE Borr turned to face the board. Okay there was a hole in his trousers, FIIIINE no big deal BUT there was one BIG hole right in the middle of his UNDERWEAR, SQUEEEEEEE!!

This class was sooooo entertaining, .sniff.sniff. Blake was so happy that he could cry. Even though Borr was a lunatic & a bully and he insulteeeed Blake, his class was the most funniest and unforgettable evvver. Blake felt like standing up and asking the class for a huge round of applause for such a prefect bottom the Professor was wiggling and flashing around.

However, his poor eyes were suffering, it didn't want to see such an absurd sight. Sighing, he closed his eyes and placed his chin on the desk. Ahh he could hear his ear-bleeding voice. Barking why he didn't conduct a class at night. He didn't like astronomy one bit but liked to stay awake late sooo he belonged in the UP-TO-NO-GOODERS, whatever.

But what made him jump was the horrendous yelling. Blake stood up and covered his ear, "Please Siirrr, don't yell..please?. It'll save your energy and all of us can hear perfectly fiiiine too, believe me Siiirrr we can." He said coyly and forced a smile with a painful expression on his face while looking down at his feet, that bum was scarrry for a fourteen year old.

Why did he have the lesson in the middle of the day? Why were they not even in the astronomy tower? Hmmmmm. Well, whoever, or whatever this Lord Borr was, he was certainly rather...crazy. If crazy was the right word. "Because, sir, you can teach us astronomy at any time of day?" she suggested, in the form of a question rather than a statement.

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.

Chris turned back to where he was supposed to be and listened to Lord Borr scream at them all again.

But when Lord Borr finally got out of his chair, something terrible happened. Somthing so horrible Chris would beve wish it upon his wirst enemies. Lord Borr's pants ripped in the back. And aparently the Porfessor didn't know. Chris was too frightened to tell him so he just got up on his desk like he was instructed to do and stretched keeping his eyes a little unfocused when they reached the front of the room.

No.. NO. NoNoNoNoNoNOOOOOO.

Tibi can never unsee what has been seen. His terribly short stature put him RIGHT at eye level with rip in Borr's pants. And the man was standing right in front of him! He had no idea what the man was prattling on about... something about something being worthless, he was sure. BUT THAT RIP. OH GOD.

Resisting the urge to cry, vomit or faint... what WAS that smell? Tibi stretched like he'd never stretched before, and took the opportunity to shut his eyes while he did so and turn his face up toward the ceiling.

Stretch Tibi.... stretch!

Ignoring the...huge...rip in his pants, Evelyn stood up and stretched slightly. There wasn't any point to it, she had been standing a few moments before and she hasn't sat for very long, so her muscles weren't complaining yet. But, this may be the last time she could stretch before she had to sit like a statue and not worry about wiggling one toe out of place in case she was yelled at.

Man this guy did'nt understand anything did he. Not all things are best for day light hours and some people sleep all day and stay up all night or just stay up a little later then usual and still sleep at night. She sighed. Were they gonna learn anything about Astronomy today, she was guessing unfortunately no.

Herminny then all of a sudden heard a loud rip like someones pants. It was'nt long till she realized it was the professor's, serves him right. She then heard him tell everyone to stretch. Boy this class was getting plainly more rediculous by the seccond but she did as she was told and stretched raising her arms high into the air but was thinking, man Professor Borr's a nut case.