Dylan had been rifting it out...Another Brick in the Walk had one of the most EPIC chord progressions in the history of music EVER. It was difficult to play it and not get into it hardcore. His poor star and what it must have thought of it's father.

Snort. Castor...I AM your father.

He continued to carry on a bit...but then was being joined by another voice...Oh, did someone want to jam with him?...Or it could've been a peer who needed help...like Alice had. The Slytherin wasn't opposed. He'd do what he could to explain things if someone needed it...because he was smart. Smarts didn't need to be wasted. He had enough to share...

Turning, it was a fairly big shock when he was greeted with the sight of Professor Flamsteed himself...He MIGHT have blushed...just a bit. Had the man seen Dylan's headbanging?....Oh, Merlin.

o.O

"Sure, sir..." Professor Flamsteed knew Pink Floyd?! Suddenly, the Captain was seeing the man in a whole new light. "Castor is being introduced to the greats...So, any song in particular sir..." Proud Dylan was Proud...

Hmmm? Glancing over at his pulsing star, something ELSE seemed to be off. What was going on here? It seemed like Castor was having a hard time of it...Too much Helium...Too hot...now he was burning a bright white. That meant...he was running out of Hydrogen. Yea, he'd just helped Alice Fischer with this very thing. Dylan would definitely be asking if these sort of hiccups were normal...

"Castor needs Hydrogen. Give me just a moment, sir."...because there was no need to forget his manners...Not with a Professor...Particularly not with one he happened to enjoy. Settling Lux to the side, he went for his wand that remained tucked in his sleeve. As he whipped it out...Dylan thought of the spell he'd need. The motions were still fresh in his mind as he leveled the jar with a look. A look that clearly said....STOP TRYING TO DIE ON ME.

Maneuvering his wand, the Slytherin focused on what he was trying to do. Tension in his wrist, moving the wand to trace a tight-circle..."Crescere." Jab. "Hydrogenenii." EN GARDE!

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Dylan had been rifting it out...Another Brick in the Walk had one of the most EPIC chord progressions in the history of music EVER. It was difficult to play it and not get into it hardcore. His poor star and what it must have thought of it's father.

Snort. Castor...I AM your father.

He continued to carry on a bit...but then was being joined by another voice...Oh, someone want to jam, too?...Or it could've been someone who needed help...like Alice had. The Slytherin wasn't opposed. He'd do what he could to explain things if someone needed it...because he was smart. Smarts didn't need to be wasted.

Turning, it was a fairly big shock when he was greeted with the sight of Professor Flamsteed himself...He MIGHT have blushed...just a bit. Had the man seen Dylan's headbanging?....Oh, Merlin.

o.O

"Sure, sir..." Professor Flamsteed knew Pink Floyd?! Suddenly, the Captain was seeing the man in a whole new light. "Castor is being introduced to the greats...So, any song in particular sir..." Proud Dylan was Proud.

Poor kid. Must be hot in the lab since his cheeks were all red like that. Not like the professor could adjust the temperature any though. It would effect their stars and be potentially damaging to their projects.

Not nice.

"Excellent," he grinned while scratching his imaginary beard for a moment. "I've been rather fond of listening to Bon Jovi these days. You know how to play any of his tunes on that guitar of yours?"

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Seeing the professor there, West had a question on his lips.

"Professor, with this helium spell..... could you use it for other things? Say.... if you wanted to fill... a balloon?" Or mess with your voice? Hmmmmm?

But then he heard the voice of Mr. Odessa and he held up a hand to the Slytherin captain. "I'll be just a moment."

Time to answer the ever intuitive Mr. Odessa.

"A very good question, but unfortunately no," he said with a small frown. It WOULD have been amusing for students to all talk like munchkins. "Not unless you were to put some of the powdered helium in the balloon and perform Fingere Elementi to turn it into a gas. The sort of spell you would need to fill a balloon would more along the lines of a conjuring spell. The particular spell we are using here is more of a charm and modifies the actual helium atoms and there simply is not enough helium in the air we breathe for it to work." Not that Airey was really a spell expert. The boy might have better luck discussing such things with his Charms professor. He leaned in just a little towards Mr. Odessa. "You just let me know if you want to experiment with powered helium and balloons though. The laboratory is always open to experimentation."

powdered helium. Gasssssssssssss. Balloon. Hmmm. West listened and immediately dismissed the possibility of asking Professor Bellaire. Immediately. Just wasn't going to happen.

"I might just do that, professor." Might just. Nod. He had one ear out on this Bon Jovi business but other than that West went back to his star. It was a healthy yellow again (or green through the glass) so now all that remained was to muck about with the temperature.

Which had him wondering too: how do you know if red means helium problems or temperature problems? Was it trial and error, like when a baby cried? He mulled over it a bit and then tried the spell, wand ready and...

"Dextrini Potitus!" Just like an orchestra he flicked uppp and downnnn and watched with interest as his star changed between yellow to blue back to yellow, to red and back to yellow again (or green, blue, green, purple, through the painted glass).

Well. Okay.

He left it be at yellow again and then eyed his star-in-a-jar.

He still hadn't named it.

"Professor, don't suppose you can help me name this star?"

Nerida hoped that her little star was okay. It hadn't changed color or its glow hadn't changed colors! OR that it hadn't died!!

She quickly got to the Astro ladb and grabbed her eye goggles and put them on along with her lab coat. She was terribly worried about her little star.

"Merlin's beard!!! Twilight Sparkle you stop losing all of your Hydrogen on me!!" she scolded as she picked up her star and made way to the nearest worktable. She didn't notice any body else that was in the room, but she had made not that her favorite professor was in the room.

The next thing that she did was simple, she took her wand and pointed it at Twilight Sparkle and said "Crescere" with a tight circle of her wand that she directed at the jar "Hydrogenenii" and then she gave her wand a jab. Immediately after the spell was cast the glow started to change. Color changing from a white to a yellow.

This time Nerida only had to cast the spell once not like the first time her star ran out of hydrogen, luckily Nerida had remembered to come check on it!

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powdered helium. Gasssssssssssss. Balloon. Hmmm. West listened and immediately dismissed the possibility of asking Professor Bellaire. Immediately. Just wasn't going to happen.

"I might just do that, professor." Might just. Nod. He had one ear out on this Bon Jovi business but other than that West went back to his star. It was a healthy yellow again (or green through the glass) so now all that remained was to muck about with the temperature.

Which had him wondering too: how do you know if red means helium problems or temperature problems? Was it trial and error, like when a baby cried? He mulled over it a bit and then tried the spell, wand ready and...

"Dextrini Potitus!" Just like an orchestra he flicked uppp and downnnn and watched with interest as his star changed between yellow to blue back to yellow, to red and back to yellow again (or green, blue, green, purple, through the painted glass).

Well. Okay.

He left it be at yellow again and then eyed his star-in-a-jar.

He still hadn't named it.

"Professor, don't suppose you can help me name this star?"

Giving the boy a quick wink, he was about to head back over and make some music happen when it seemed as though Mr. Odessa wasn't quite finished with him yet.

"A name?" he repeated, glancing down at the boy's well decorated jar. "I suppose I could bounce a few ideas off the walls with you." Although he felt the boy was certainly more than creative enough to come up with a fitting name on his own. "I suppose the first step would be if there was anyone you wanted to dedicate your star to. A friend or a family member perhaps?"

Nerida had hummed to her star last time. Maybe she would sing to her again the next time she visited. She had been thinking this as she left her common room when she realized she should probably go check on her star.

She put on her lab coat and then the goggles. She was starting to love these things to bad it would be over soon! She picked up her star who was looking awesome, still yellow and so was its glow.

She started to sing the same song she had sang to Twilight Sparkle the last time she had sang to it. She gave it many hugs to for being oh so good...

But this must have messed with it because the next time the blonde's eyes were on it the star had changed from a yellow to blue! What was the incantation to fix it again! She knew the wand movement was a jab with a flick up. Dextrini Potato? Dexter Potion? Dextrini Potitius! That was it!

"Dextrini Potitus!" she said while doing a jab and flick upwards. She looked back at her star and smiled back to normal. She sang to her star a bit more before looking down at her clock and sighing she had to go do other things , sadly.

The Ravenclaw put her wand away and picked up her star in a jar, "I'll be back tomorrow, hopefully. You be good and don't die! Love you Twilight Sparkle!" With that she put her jar next to the others and put the goggles and coat back to where she had got them from.

"Nah." Pause. "Not really. I mean... I'm not good at naming stuff. I still have to name my guitar and my Nile Mo.... and other stuff." Paaaause. "See the way I figure it, especially if its a thing what can't talk back, its not like it can properly tell me what it wants to be called. What if I get it wrong? What if I limit its potential and stuff? You know, arithmancy and all of that stuff? What if I mess my star up by calling it something what doesn't work?"

So, basically, choosing a name was HARD.

Elise ran to the Astrophysics lab as soon as she'd had her lunch. It was their last day with their stars and the Ravenclaw wanted it to last as long as she could. Losing Lapin would be a total NIGHTMARE. So pulling on her lab coat and her goggles, she picked her star off its shelf and tried really hard not to cry.

Noticing that it was rather red-looking, Elise almost smiled. "Lapin," she said softly. "You're a Hufflepuff, not a Gryffindor!" So it was either too cold or had too little Helium, right? Right.

Doing what she usually did, she muttered a quick "Dextrini Potitus," with a tight circle and flick. It didn't work, however. Instead, the star turned a rather strange purplish colour. So that wasn't it. "Dextrini Potitus," she mumbled, flicking her wand downwards after the circle this time. At least Lapin returned to her red colour.

"Deminugasalis," she tried, performing the appropriate wand movement. Noticing the star return to its regular colour, she sighed in relief. It was a proud Puffer again.

No song for now, but she WOULD sing to it after class. She would return, Lapin. Be sure of it.

And with that, she put her stuff away again.

Watching his star's color even out, Dylan beamed, patting the top of it's little jar...He might have seemed happy and all that...but he really wished Castor would stop trying to die on him.

Seriously.

Ahem. Putting his wand away, he picked back up his guitar and grinned over at Professor Flamsteed. Bon Jovi?! Why...yes. Yes, he did. "Ha! Do you know this one, Professor?"...because he was about to basically play the Bon Jovi anthem!

...and the chords for this one were simple. E-minor to the C chord and D chord. The Slytherin began strumming, laying down the beat..."Tommy used to work in the docks....Union went on strike. He's down on his luck; it's tough. So tough..."...and just like with any good beat or rhythm, this was a song that was difficult to play and not get into. Dylan smirked, his head bobbin' and hair-slingin' with the music..."Gina works the diner all day...Working for a man, she brings home her pay for love..........For love."

Okay, he was NOT going to head-bang. Instead, he looked at the Professor as if to say...SING IT, PROFESSOR FLAMSTEED!

Nerida ran to the Astrophysics laboratory knowing it was their last days to work with the stars! So she had to see her star one last time and make sure everything was all good.

She quickly slipped on the lab coat and then placed the goggles onto her face. She went and retrieved her star but Twilight Sparkle being difficult had to be glowing an unatural pink...What did that mean???

She quickly threw open her notebook...A mixture of glowing white and red. So her star was running out of Hydrogen and Helium perfect!

The blonde took out her wand and with two flicks adn a "Deminugasalis," her star was no longer pink. It was now white. Next was getting the hydrogen back on. Hadn't she just performed this spell the last time she came? "Crescere," with a tight circle drawn into the air "Hydrogenenii!"
with a jab.

The spell worked, the red glow color quickly shifted back to the normal yellow color. She put her notebook away and started to sing to her star.
"When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do
Fate is kind
She brings to those to love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing
Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true"

After finishing up singing Nerida picked up Twilight Sparkle. "I love you." It was weird saying this to a star but she did like she loved all the things she had raised in all of her classes, which was like only Care of Magical Creatures and Astronomy if her memory was right.

She placed Twilight Sparkle back with the other stars and send good bye and gave her another hug. She left the room shortly after putting her goggles and lab coat away.

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"Nah." Pause. "Not really. I mean... I'm not good at naming stuff. I still have to name my guitar and my Nile Mo.... and other stuff." Paaaause. "See the way I figure it, especially if its a thing what can't talk back, its not like it can properly tell me what it wants to be called. What if I get it wrong? What if I limit its potential and stuff? You know, arithmancy and all of that stuff? What if I mess my star up by calling it something what doesn't work?"

So, basically, choosing a name was HARD.

Ah yes. The oh-so-masculine thing of naming everything. "Ever wonder why that is, Mr. Odessa? Why we feel the need to name everything?" he asked, more thinking out loud than really asking. But if the boy had an idea he was more than willing to hear it. Students were much more creative than he was.

And Mr. Odessa just proved his point with the way the Slytherin was thinking about something so simple as naming a star.

"Well, Mr. Odessa, this is one of those times were you will simple have to trust your instincts and your intuition," he grinned, tapping his own noggin with his index finger. "I am sure you have been told that intent is the most important aspect as to how magic is performed, try applying that to this situation. If your intentions are good, then whatever name you choose will be fitting of your star and will certainly not limit its potential."

Cliche? Probably. But the suited astronomer was new to this whole pep talk business. One did not just become GOOD at this in in one term overnight.

"I hear you enjoy mythology, perhaps something from there?"

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Watching his star's color even out, Dylan beamed, patting the top of it's little jar...He might have seemed happy and all that...but he really wished Castor would stop trying to die on him.

Seriously.

Ahem. Putting his wand away, he picked back up his guitar and grinned over at Professor Flamsteed. Bon Jovi?! Why...yes. Yes, he did. "Ha! Do you know this one, Professor?"...because he was about to basically play the Bon Jovi anthem!

...and the chords for this one were simple. E-minor to the C chord and D chord. The Slytherin began strumming, laying down the beat..."Tommy used to work in the docks....Union went on strike. He's down on his luck; it's tough. So tough..."...and just like with any good beat or rhythm, this was a song that was difficult to play and not get into. Dylan smirked, his head bobbin' and hair-slingin' with the music..."Gina works the diner all day...Working for a man, she brings home her pay for love..........For love."

Okay, he was NOT going to head-bang. Instead, he looked at the Professor as if to say...SING IT, PROFESSOR FLAMSTEED!

Now back to Mr. Montmorency.

Heh. Did he know that song? Cute question. Not that the captain was cute - Airey knew that to boys his age that was the compliment of death. Or the compliment that put you in the friendship zone, but that was an entirely different deck of cards.

ANYWAY!

Resisting the urge to join the boy in some air guitar, he instead tapped his foot against the ground to keep the rhythm and waited for the boy to finish before jumping in himself.

"She says we've got to hold on to what we've got ... Cause it doesn't make a difference ... If we make it or not ... We've got each other and that's a lot ... For love - well give it a shot .... WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

And there may have been some excited dancing and jumping involved. Maybe. Just a little.

Dylan stared in amazement as his Professor began belting out the song. The man wasn't that bad, either...Continuing to strum, the Slytherin did some harmonizing...smirking at the awesomeness that was this situation. When did you get to have a jam session with your Professor? In a lab...with a STAR...and stuff?

....and Professor Flamsteed was getting into the music...and feeling the rhythm. HA! YES! When in doubt, JOIN IN with the epicness. He started banging his head, fingers flying over the chords. "We're halfway there.......WHOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA! Living on a prayer....Take my hand...We'll make it, I swear. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAA! Living on a prayer....."

EPIC guitar slinging...(while being mindful of stuff and careful).

Little Castor was getting such a good show. He was totally raising this star right!

"Not really, to be honest, every time I've had to name things its on account of someone else said I should." Pointed looks for YOU Professor Flamsteed. Pets were a little different, but inanimate objects? Like, oh you know, STARS? Yeah. All on others.

"... what if my intentions are bad?" Just checking. You know. Have to be sure of these things.

Oh hey, West KNEW that song, obviously. He casually started drumming along on the workbench, since he didn't have his own guitar to join in like how him and Dylan normally would.

As for mythology....

"There are a lot of mythologies to consider, and all the coolest names are already taken by stars up there." He gestured up with a tilt of his head since his hands were busy with a beat.

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"Not really, to be honest, every time I've had to name things its on account of someone else said I should." Pointed looks for YOU Professor Flamsteed. Pets were a little different, but inanimate objects? Like, oh you know, STARS? Yeah. All on others.

"... what if my intentions are bad?" Just checking. You know. Have to be sure of these things.

Oh hey, West KNEW that song, obviously. He casually started drumming along on the workbench, since he didn't have his own guitar to join in like how him and Dylan normally would.

As for mythology....

"There are a lot of mythologies to consider, and all the coolest names are already taken by stars up there." He gestured up with a tilt of his head since his hands were busy with a beat.

"Point taken, Mr. Odessa."

Well...this was going nowhere real fast and the pointed looks that the icy blue eyed boy was giving him made little beads of sweat form on his brow.

Removing a silk handkerchief from his breast pocket, he delicately patted his forehead and then returned it. "If your intentions are bad then bad things will happen." Deadpan. And obviously the boy wanted something unique and mythology was out the Astronomy Tower it seemed. "What about rearranging the letters in your name to create a new and entirely unique to your star name?"

Hey, it worked for Voldemort. Why not another bright Slytherin? Because yes, even though he turned out to be the darkest wizard of their time, he WAS bright.

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Dylan stared in amazement as his Professor began belting out the song. The man wasn't that bad, either...Continuing to strum, the Slytherin did some harmonizing...smirking at the awesomeness that was this situation. When did you get to have a jam session with your Professor? In a lab...with a STAR...and stuff?

....and Professor Flamsteed was getting into the music...and feeling the rhythm. HA! YES! When in doubt, JOIN IN with the epicness. He started banging his head, fingers flying over the chords. "We're halfway there.......WHOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA! Living on a prayer....Take my hand...We'll make it, I swear. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAA! Living on a prayer....."

EPIC guitar slinging...(while being mindful of stuff and careful).

Little Castor was getting such a good show. He was totally raising this star right!

The WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH part was easily Airey's favorite part of the song. Easily. Although all parts of the song were fantastic. This WAS Bon Jovi we were talking about after all.

Giving in, and totally forgetting that he was in a laboratory and supposed to be the authority figure, Airey began to so some air guitar action and jumped up on one of the stools...which was enough to make him realize just what it was he was doing and he nearly turned beet red.

Clearing his throat awkward, he stepped down from the stool and fixed his tie just a tad.

"Keep up the good work, Mr. Montmorency," he said while tapping the captain's shoulder as though it were a hot iron.

Awkward professor was awkward.

Checking his sundial watch again, he clapped his hands together loudly to get everyone in the laboratory's attention.

"Finish up what you are doing and gather your things. I need to close the laboratory soon."

SEE? She did say she'd be back! Granted it was only half an hour before curfew but the Ravenclaw Tower was right there and she could run there as soon as she was done with her visit. Cause this would be the last one she got with Lapin for the experiment and she had promised herself that this time she'd sing something really special.

But first, she'd have to deal with her star trying to show off its Gryffindor pride again. Silly thing didn't realize that it was a true Puffer. "Dextrini Potitus," she said quietly, circling and flicking upwards. Good Lapin. "Please stop trying to be a Gryffindor, Lapin. You're a Hufflepuff. It's a nice house!" It really was!

And nooow it was time for Elise to sing. Thanking her lucky stars - get it? - that there was almost noone there, Elise bent close to the jar and started singing.

"Here I am waiting, I’ll have to leave soon, why am I holdin’ on
We knew this day would come, we knew it all along
How did it come so fast
This is our last night, but it’s late and I'm tryin’ not to sleep
‘Cause I know, when I wake I will have to slip away

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go
But, tonight I’m ‘gonna hold you so close
‘Cause in the daylight, we'll be on our own
But, tonight I need to hold you so close
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa

Here I am staring, at your perfection in my arms; so beautiful.
The sky is getting bright, the stars are burnin’ out.
Somebody slow it down.

This is way too hard, ‘cause I know when the sun comes up I will leave
This is my last glance that will soon be memories

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go
But, tonight I’m ‘gonna hold you so close
‘Cause in the daylight, we'll be on our own
But, tonight I need to hold you so close
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa

I never wanted to stop, because I don't want to start all over, start all over
I was afraid of the dark, but now it’s all that I want, all that I want, all that I want

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go
But, tonight I’m ‘gonna hold you so close
‘Cause in the daylight, we'll be on our own
But, tonight I need to hold you so close

And when the daylight comes I'll have to go
But, tonight I’m ‘gonna hold you so close
‘Cause in the daylight, we'll be on our own
But, tonight I need to hold you so close..."

And she was done. Holding the jar close to her one last time, Elise put it back onto its shelf. She'd see it tomorrow during the lesson. Now, she had to get back to the Common Room before curfew... which was in five minutes.

Waiting until the last student finished up with their work, Airey gave the laboratory one last look over before shutting the door and locking it behind him.