Well the anwser may had been quite clear "To show that we don't need to have class at night sir that we may frist need to see the world in time during the day and then how it chages into night and thats how we can truely understand astronomy to the fullest." K said hoping she did well in her anwser becuase of the other Slytherins were doing very well.

Sloane stood up and stretched and snuck a peek around the room, the rest of her classmates were as shocked as she was. Taking her time she stretched and returned to her seat.

"What the..." Miranda frowned, she was utterly confused. It was SO confusing it was funny. And even more so when he seemed to be stuck in the chair. Though that could only mean he was getting ANGRIER. And- Oh dear...
Was that the chair making that ripping noise?
And Miranda noticed Dominic being unusually quiet. He was usually the one answering questions first, although, there weren't exactly any questions to be asked in this class...
And now the Big HeadBoy did not look to well...Was he going to be sick? Eewwww...

And now they were being told to stretch. Like monkeys? Hahaaa!
With a snort and a giggle, Miranda stood on her desk and sretchet, trying to touch the ceiling, but ofcourse it was to far up. Did this mean they were going to have Physical Education instead?

She had heard of him. Eva D. Longwood had lot of things about Professor Borr, but nothing could compare to reality. That man was a thousand times worse people had described him.
With her eyes wide open, Eva stood up quietly.
"Excuse me, Professor Borr. Aren't you responsable for scheduling your classes? Your reputation preceeds you and I only came to Astronomy class because I heard you have the most amazing knowledges about the stars than anyone else can ever aspire to have. You must have some priviledges amogts al the other teachers." Lies, all lies, but said in that soft way, Eva could make it seem real. If she believed in her words, then it would be easy. Not that she lied a lot... Just the aboslute necessary. And truth be told, Lord Borr was scaring the students. He's actually scaring everybody, Eva corrected herself as a cold shiver ran through her body.

"We can have classes after dinner time in the Astronomy Tower. It won't be too late, but it will late enough so that we can sees for ourselves the magical knowledge you cna give us." Eva suggested, looking around. Dominic Denton was way to quiet for her own taste, but she guessed he had point.
Lord Borr could even drive the long dead Voldemort crazy.

K went up and took a walk around the room then ran to her seat she didn't want to be up the whole time. This was getting werid but oh well it is Hogwarts not everything or everyone can be normal.

Evan grinned when he and Lyra got the answer right. Hehe. It was again Slytherin who got it right. But his grin didn't last long as the Lord started to shout again. Why did he have to shout? They had ears, did they not, in a very visible spot. Evan thought of telling that he could talk normally, but then changed his mind. It wasn't safe to talk to him without his permission. Then he'd shout more.

Oh My God. Was that a joke? Was he the joke?

Evan's mouth dropped open and his eyes got bigger when he saw the hole. Yes, this was a joke. Getting red as he tried so hard not to laugh, he looked around to see the others' reactions. They were all horrified. Glancing one more time he realised that the man's underwear was torn as well. Okay, that horrible. Very horrible, and unhealty for eyes, especially girls'. He quickly looked away and got to his desk to stretch. He reached as high as he could, and wondered why they did this. It felt good for his joints but, this was no gym. They didn't have anything to do with joints.

Satine was absolutely defeated and had gone into robot mode, which was very unlike her...she was a little mad that her answer to looking outside had not been recognized...after all it matched the Slythies...ugh...this is why the houses were divided so much in years past.

She followed the "Lord's" instructions to stand up and stretch trying as hard as she could to just blend in. This was so not like her, but it was obvious that she was non existent in this man's world since she didn't have the proper name or house.

GAGWORTHY!

Borr had ripped trousies. And panties.

This was not a sight, that anyone should have dealt with. IN THEIR ENTIRE LIFE. Not even.. BLEH.

Involuntarily gagging, Tammy widened her eyes at the thought of stretching and furrowed her little eyebrows into a way that made her look totally confused. "Lord Borr, sir.. Question. Whats stretching got to do with Astronomy?"

Sara was totally in the dark. Were they ever going to learn anything from this professor, and was he always this eccentric? And what was with the great rip in his drawers? Didn't he know or did he just not care? Maybe he liked a cool breeze around his privates...

Giving up on the analysis, Sara raised from her chair and began to stretch... it felt good!

Lyra looked nervously when Lord Borr addressed her and Evan. Did she say the wrong answer? Luckily she didn't and it was actually a funny side to see Lord Borr's enthousiasm. Grinning, Lyra walked away from window thinking that it were Slytherin's again who had the right answer. 'I'm defenitely i the best House' she thought and turned to Evan again to grin at him.

However, her grin faded away when Lord Borr stood up from the chair and a loud ripping noise was heard and, Lyra had already figured it out, there was a huge hole in his trousers .

'oh dear me...' EEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!

Lyra quickly covered her hand over her eyes and turned around She then pretend to be coughing and had to turn around for that so that she wouldnt "infect" others. Lyra then walked away from the window.

Lyra heard the professors speech and her mouth dropped open comically. He was joking right? Stretch?! come on! this is Astronomy , its not like we can touch a star when we stretch ....... But still Lyra did as she was told because truth was she was scared of him. No matter that he had given her a weird compliment.

Lyra jumped on her chair and then on her desk and stretched her arms up high. This is ridiculous! she thought and quickly lowered her arms. She was not going to stretch perfectly, why would she? she came here to learn Astronomy and NOT Gym!

Aaron sat there with his mouth open. He couldn't believe this cocky, self centered, egotistical-

Then his pants ripped.

Aaron wanted to burst out laughing so much but kept his mouth shut because he knew he would get a detention. We need to...Stretch??? Whatever...

Aaron was going to stretch the highest. He wasn't sure whether or not he could make himself bigger, but he was going to make the desk taller.

He stood on top of the desk and took out his wand. "Windgardium Leviosa!" Please work, please work, please work, please work. Aaron started floating. YES! Once high enough so that when he stretched his arms wouldn't hit the ceiling, he started stretching. I win! He kept stretching until Lord told him to stop. Oh, i HOPE I don't get in trouble....

"Um...sir, umnnumnuim...." Positively, absolutely frightened of this mean old person, Clark decided to hold his tongue. But he was Clark, and his tongue would not hold. "Two things." He approached the man silently. "Your pants....are kinda...." Eeeueuewwwwwwww. Yeah, "eeeueuewwwwwww" covered it. But as to not be insubordinate, cos Clark was never insubordinate, he decided to handle the subject delicately. "Dude, your pants are ripped." Snortmanlygiggle.

"And two, why are we streching? I mean, streching is for like, stretching class."

Clark was going to be the man's lunch.

So that's the correct answer, according to him? Wow. Rayedem was then thinking that maybe Borr made up his own answer after he heard the students'. He made one that would get as many people wrong as possible. Sigh. This is getting ridiculous. Rayedem wished he could disappear from the class and do something else, something that might worth the time--wait, what was he thinking? I must get something from this lesson.

Rayedem closed his eyes, pressed them tightly together as a frown appear across his forehead when he heard a ripping noise. Ew. God, what was that? He slowly opened his eyes, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. GOD. BORR'S PANTS? EW. EW. EW. He looked away--anywhere but that direction. And what was that about astronomy being pointless at night? Was he even using his brain? Blah.

Then, obeying the lord's command, Rayedem stretched like he'd never stretched before. Stand on the desk? Okay. He climbed to his chair and on to his desk, and he stretched. He decided not to say a word about it--he decided to be the good student. If he couldn't be the smartest, then maybe he could be the one who keeps his manner.

Rayedem thought he had started to hate himself for that.

Oh goodness. This Lord Borr was a joke, wasn't he? First, he was far too big and smelly, so big he couldn't even sit up from that chair. And once he finally managed to, he ripped his pants off. Pants and underwear.

How humiliating.

Nevertheless, Sebastian quickly trotted to close the windows as he had been commanded, after offering the man another polite head bow. He might be s joke and have behaviours that would embarrass most Lords, but he was still a Lord. A good person to know, he was.

As he closed the windows (with his wand, not hands - he'd never touch that), he couldn't help to think that this was a good thing too. At least in a dark room, they couldn't see Lord Borr's .... skin.

The thought alone made Sebastian cringe in disgust. Ew. "Done, Lord Borr." He announced to the Professor, once the windows on his side had all been closed.

Abby starts to laugh when she sees the hole in Lord Borr's trousers. She quickly covers her mouth and pretends to cough. This guy knows about has much about astronomy as a gnome knows about gardening. How can Professor Bontecou allow this sorry excuse for a professor teach at Hogwarts? Brain damage must be a side effect of Lycanthropy. Funny Professor Lupa has always acted perfectly normal except when the ghost cursed her the term before last. I guess I'd better do what the nut says. I hope he lack of knowledge when it comes to Astronomy doesn't hurt my chances of passing my NEWT in Astronomy. Abby starts stretching her arms up towards the ceiling. I don't think it's a good idea to stretch my legs in the close confines of class.

Tino's eyebrows shot up so far they disappeared into his bangs.

So far he hadn't learned anything about astronomy, but the afternoon had at least been entertaining. What Tino couldn't comprehend was that everyone in the room had clearly seen and heard Mr. Borr's pants come un-pantsed, but only one person had ventured to save the man's pride.

This bothered Tino. He'd once made a whole presention about the history of the tomato with his zipper down. No one had told him until afterwards, and even then, not in the kindest way possible (okay so the class bully had shoved him over and called him 'skivvies' and everyone had laughed).

Tino climbed up onto his desk as instructed, then echoed the boy to his left. "It's true, sir. The chair seems to have eaten some of your clothing. Would you like to borrow my cloak?" He held it out, slightly doutbful that it would cover the amount of bottom Lord Borr possessed.

Ana already got a headache thanks to all those screams.
And then Ana noticed his trousers, or the lack of it. That had to be the funniest thing she saw in the whole week.
She decided to do what the professor said despite the fact that it looked ridicously. Ana climbed to the desk and scretched the most she could. Hope it's scretched enough for him...

Timothy gulped and stretched as far as he could, he felt like an idiot...but he guessed that this is how things where in Britan, get nothing done then go drink some crappy "tea". But he tried his best to impress the teacher, and politely ignored the hole in the professors pants, even though other students where laughing at it.

Rafe couldn't look at the hole in his trousers. He threw up in his mouth a little and almost gagged. Clearly a lot of the students noticed it too. He couldn't take it any longer. He took out his wand and pointed it to the Professor's trousers, "REPARO!" he said rather loudly. He hoped this would fix the problem. That was something he could have gone a lifetime without seeing.

He then did what the professor asked and stood up and stretched. He stretched like he did before he went out for a fun. He could feel his shirt rise up a little and then he quickly tucked it in more tightly trying not to reveal his somewhat hairy stomach. He could feel his cheeks turn red in embarassment. He decided to stand on the the desk and reach more. He felt a bit foolish. What the bloody hell did this have to do with Astronomy? He was certainly awake already!

Lucille was very confused by the whole buisness. She didn't know why she was doing it, but she got up uncertaintly and stretched. Huh? Why?

She glanced around nervously to make sure everyone else was doing the same thing.

Melita, carrying an extra large tray of cookies wrapped with a gigantic pink bow, knocked on Berty's classroom door. She bounced on the balls of her feet while waiting for an answer.

A knock sounded on the door and Varius was unsure whether or not Lord Borr had heard it. Taking it upon himself, to be truly gentlemanly and helpful, he moved towards the classroom entrance and opened it to reveal. "Miss Melita!" Varius exclaimed delighted, "So nice to see you again. Please do come in, I'm sure Lord Borr will be more than happy to see you."

Was that smell cookies?!!!!!! Varius held out an arm for the woman to link into so he could steer her toward the round man at the front of the classroom who was currently flaunting his crack. And what a wonderfully, sweaty looking crack it was.

This by far had to be the most ridiculous class Damon was ever cursed to have to withstand. For one, the teacher was completely off his rocker. Not even a little bit, not just a hint or a tinge, completely. Utterly, completely, and irrevocably bonkers. There was nothing that could be done for him. Nothing. Even the Insanity Ward in St. Mungos would have their hands full with this one.

Okay, so maybe that was a tad exaggeration... And then Lord Borr demanded that they get up and stretch for Merlin knows what reason. The look on Damon's face was one of complete confusion. Not even a snide thought could come to mind. Nope. No exaggeration here. Completely bonkers.

Now, the tear in his pants, that was epic, or would have been, except trying to refrain from even snickering was pure torture. Not even the dungeon keepers in the medieval era could had devised something so painful. He kept a straight face, minus one arched eyebrow as he looked at the man as though he had no idea why he was doing what he was, but did it anyway, because quite frankly, he wasn't sure what this Borr would do. He stretched his arms up above his head, feeling his shoulders crack.

Emalyn, after turning away from the sight of the Professor's torn trousers, rolled her eyes before getting on top of her desk. Why yes, she WOULD get on top of her desk. It sounded like a splendid idea at the moment.
She reached for the ceiling, even though she wasn't anywhere near it still.

This isn't much of a stretch, she thought, sighing. She started a half-moon pose on top of the desk. Now THIS was stretching. Ouuuuchh, yes it was.

She stood straight again and jumped off the desk with too much force, forcing her ankles to give way and make her sway on the spot for a moment before clutching the desk and moving carefully back into her seat again. No need to have points taken away for being clumsy.

Carter stood up with a start. This professor scared him. A lot. He then saw a rip in the professor's trousers. He closed his eyes while he stretched. Desperate to get the image out of his head. He then heard a knock at the door. He looked over. Wonder who that is...