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Astronomy Lesson 1 :: Cosmic Collisions - Craters OOC: This is IC your character's FIRST Astronomy lesson of the term. Please be sure you are familiar with Professor Flamsteed's rules BEFORE you post in this lesson. We will know if you haven't read them! All SnitchSeeker site rules apply. |
This dude was her Head of House... so she HAD to go to his lesson, yes? She wasn't particularly keen on learning about stars and galaxies and stuff, but she would AT LEAST try. Yep. Not a far walk from her common room... it seemed like she was the first person to arrive. She made her way into the room and was about to call out to Professor Flamsteed when she apparently entered far enough into the room to be swept up by the gentle breeze thing... WHOOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! How awesome! Dora tried to fight the current at first, but relaxed after a moment and turned a flip midair. Hehehehehe! OHHHH there were the desks!! Up there. CUTE! Dora wiggled about and kicked her feet to make her way up to the desks and pulled herself into one. HEHEHEHEHEHE!! This was super exciting stuff, bro! Pulling out her quill she did as instructed and wrote her FULL NAME on the parchment and then tapped it with her wand. Bam! She was winning this student thing, right? |
After the mix-up in potions pertaining rules, Ben was paying extra attention to make sure he read all of the professors' collections over and over to remember them well. So as he approached the classroom and did the traditional lint rolling, the box of pips next to it, reminded him of the one rool belonging to Professor Flamsteed. The seventh year searched the box to find one that had four to denote the matching role of "captain" he was supposed to claim, adding it to the collar of his robe as directed. Then he walked into the classroom, first surprised by the apparent lack of desks and then the sudden weightless feeling as he floated up off the floor....em...the sandbox thingy. This was going to take getting used to, it wasn't exactly like flying. As he looked around, Benny noticed where the desks and chairs had wound up, as well as the professor. Using his limbs like he used his wings and legs over the summer, he paddled himself up to the desks and carefully manuevered himself into a seat. "Good ev---" he started to say before remembering the other rule. His brows frowning slightly as he tried to remember the hand gesture. Eventually he managed a loose V with his right hand. "Live long and Prosper Admiral Flamsteed." |
Time for Astronomy. Colt knew this was his cousin's favorite class. Kace told him Professor Airey was a pretty chill dude. As he began to walk into the classroom, he noticed the professor wasn't there. Wait a minute. Scratch that. He was in the air and floooaatingg? He frowned and then gave Professor Airey and quizzical look. What was he doing floating? Was he testing gravity? He shook his head and laughed to himself and saw one girl already beat him to the lesson. Well at least he came here early. He then felt a slight breeze and was being taken off the ground... "WWOOOAAAAHHHHH!!!" He did NOT expect that. He was smiling in glee and thought this was pretty rad. He began to do some flips and such because why not? He tried to pull himself into the desk like the little girl did. He managed but not too successfully. He was still getting used to floating in the air. Then he saw he needed to write his name and such. Might as well do that. Quote:
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First Lesson EEEEE!!! ASTRONOMY Smiling is not what Noelle was doing. It was more like BEAMING. Stepping into the room, after a little help from an older student, Noelle squealed as she started to float. Oh. My. MERLIN. How delightful was this?? She felt weird... like she was falling but she was actually going up. She saw a little desk off to the side and remembered seeing something on the Gryffindor noticeboard about the lint roller. Quickly she grabbed it and used it only for her clothes. She grabbed the right... pip, was it?, for herself and then looked up. Looking up, she noticed the desk. Thats where she needed to be. 'Swimming' upward, she reached a desk and shifted until she was actually sitting in the desk. She saw the backboard next. Okay, that was an easy one. Noelle was prepared with her quill set and parchment. But there was already a piece of parchment on her table so she didn't bother to get out another. She was kind of impressed this parchment didn't go floating away. Grabbing her quill, Noelle wrote her name out. Quote:
Noelle's eyes grew wide with delight as the parchment turned into a sturdy name plaque after she gave it a tap. Oh... oh.... she had a plaque! With her name on it! And it was BEAUTIFUL! Sighing happily, Noelle looked aorund the classroom to see what else was in here. There was so much. And it was so exciting! She saw the Professor, who she recognized from the Feast, standing behind the blackboard a bit. She grinned at him and gave a little wave. |
It was the first Astronomy class of the school year and Adelynn couldn't have been more excited. She didn't have Astronomy class back at Beauxbatons, and she LOVED learning new things. After using the lint roller, she put on three pips. Then she headed into the classroom, she had a moment of confusion that quickly turned into bewilderment as she started floating up. She tightly held onto her supplies as she was lifted in the air."Woah" She said under her breathe as she looked at the desks and chairs in the air. She felt like she was in SPACE. She put her supplies under one arm, and used to the other arm to air swim to an empty desk that was on the left side of the semi-circle. She put her supplies on her desk and looked at the blackboard. She picked up her quill that she had set down. Quote:
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Astronomy. Why did he choose this subject again? Ah yes...so he'd have a back-up just in case he fails to reach his goal of becoming Supreme Mugwup. Lol. But seriously, he needed to attend this class so he won't fail his NEWTs. This...and Herbology. After using the lint roller on his school uniform, he picked up the right pin for himself from the box beside it, and wore it on his robe. As Ethan showed himself inside the classroom and was...taken aback by...whatever that was in front of him. Looking up, he saw that their tables and chairs were hovering directly above it...with Professor Flamsteed looking...happy. Ethan took a step, and was then gently lifted from the ground. "Uggh..." he felt like his internal organs were being crammed in his chest, but then the sensation was gone in just a few seconds. Take-off sensation, was it? Ethan kicked the air, and was propelled upward, and occupied the nearest table and chair. It was kind of weird that he was floating along with his desk and seat. Reading the instruction in front, Ethan got his self inking quill, wrote down his FULL name, and tapped the parchment with his wand. Quote:
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He had eaten too much. It was never a good thing taking a boy from his mother when said mother used to be the difference between a balanced meal and him over eating. Right now? Blaise had DEFINITELY eaten too much and was dragging his feet along with everyone else. Don't ask him where they were going 'cause Merlin knew he was completely lost and just going with the flow. Even his quill and notepad seemed to float ahead of him. Despite the food induced lethargia, Blaise was trying to keep some part of his mind sharp. Currently he was aware they were all heading toward the stairs and not all were lions and eagles. Also, they still had their books and bags so they must have been heading somewhere they would need them unless something happened on the bottom floors and all students were being housed in the towers tonight so they got advised to take their stuff. He didn't know man, he didn't know a lot of things right now and so he continued all the way into--what in merlin's beard had he just--WHOOAA!!! SWEET CIRCE HE WAS FLYING! SOMEBODY WRITE HIS MUM! THIS WAS THE BEST SORT OF MAGIC HE'D SEEN SINCE HE GOT HERE, even if he didn't know what caused it. Blaise watched his quick quotes quill and notepad float higher and higher with him, not yet noticing the desks and chairs above. What he DID notice the Profes--er....um....Merlin it was right outside he was sure....um...uh...."Ad...mir...al....Airey?" He got it right, yeah? "What's that thing outside we aren't meant to use as a hair brush and what's it for?" Questions, he had them. Answers, his quill was ready to take them down. "And what's an...Ensign..." You know, the thing attached to his chest that said for First Years. He WAS paying SOME attention, you know. |
This lesson was AstroNOMY not AstroLOGY, and Ensign David Truebridge was here reporting for duty, Admiral Airey. Having literally NO CLUE about the Muggle references rampant in the professor's rules, but at least grateful that he had posted his rules beforehand, Davie paused outside the door to lint-roll his already spotless robes. He then attached a small, single yellow pip, "OOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooMMMMMMMMMMM!" David finished his thought by floating up up UP and AWAY! Well, not really away, but Merlin was this enchanting or what? He was enjoying this already, and float-swam toward the nearest desk. He needed to save one for Charlotte THIS TIME, but once he was in his seat, he didn't really fancy getting out again. So he'd just have to yell and scare off anyone who tried to sit too close to him, k? K. In the meaaaaaaaaantime, Davie beamed as he bobbed a little. HEY LOOK, Dora was here! "HI DORA," he shouted unnecessarily loudly. Oops. Excuse him for mistakenly thinking sound wouldn't travel here in astro-space. Davie also took to writing his name on his parchment, which was wicked cool in how it attached itself to his desk. Quote:
ALSO, per the instructions and that older kid's lead, Davie held up his fingers and then pried them apart with his other hand in a three-fingered V. "Live long and flounder, Professor Flamsteed." Or uh, whatever he was supposed to say. |
Huff. Puff. Why did Astronomy have to take place as far away from his dorm as possible. Olly was way out of breath by the time he had managed to climb all those flights of stairs. Breathe in. Breathe out. His chest hurt, and it was hard to breathe. He decided that Astronomy was not one of his favorite subjects, purely for the fact that it caused him so much pain and discomfort just to get there. Ellery was lucky. She practically lived next door. Oliver had read the rules, actually. So, as soon as he caught his breath enough to move again, he used the lint roller on his robes. But why would there be hair on it anyway? He didn't have a pet. And he didn't shed. But if that was the rule he wasn't going to argue, because it was a simple enough rule that protest was not necessary. The other rules, however, were weirder. Like they had to address the professor as admiral? Whatever. "Good evening ad-AHHH!" Oliver started his greeting as he walked into the room, but was abruptly cut short due to fright. He was getting sucked into the sky! The first year flailed his arms in a panic for a few moments, before it became clear to him that he was not going to be sucked up into the sky and sly away. Apparently they were going to hold class from the air. Whatever. Olly simple shrugged and concentrated on figuring out how it worked and how best to maneuver himself. It was like swimming, but in the air. "I can fly!" That was accompanied by his best impression of the Peter Pan noise, which was pretty impressive if he did say so himself. He eyed a desk, wondering just what would happen if he jumped off, when he remembered the other part of the rule. Greeting were to be accompanied by the live long and prosper sign. So Olly...tried. He could not make his fingers separate like that, no matter how hard he tried. So it ended up with three of his fingers sticking together and his pinky off to the side by itself. At least he gave it a valiant effort. "I like your suit, admiral." He saluted the man, because it felt right. And no, Olly did not take a seat. He continued floating around the room, because that was way more fun. |
Yes. Zander HAD read the rules for this class. He had read the rules about five million times on account of not wanting to make the same mistake as LAST time. Even thought the SIGN was WRONG and not Zander’s rule reading. Just saying. So he used the lint roller ON HIS CLOTHES and ONLY his clothes. And also grabbed one of the pip thingies that was supposed to be for seventh years. Totally had this rule thing 100% covered. Your welcome, sir! Then as he made his way into the classroom, he arranged his fingers in the salute thingy—the volcano one??? why volcanos needed a salute was beyond him though—and went straight for Professor Flamsteed. Or uh, Admiral Flamsteed apparently… But okay, what was up with all of these silly new rules anyways? Professor Botros was the Headmaster, they were going to have tons of ‘fun,’ team building’ camps throughout the term, everything was all about promoting unity and happiness and spirit, and now they had tons of silly rules to make all the Professors really happy. Yup. This years Hogwarts mystery was ‘The Essence of Hufflepuff’. So now that he had that one figured out, could they all go home and call it a year? ……… No?…. Well, it was worth a shot. What the heck? Where were the--WOAH. He was floating. Wicked cool. So uh, he was gonna swim towards his Professor, yeah? Stopping just in front of his Professor, he held up the hand with the volcano salute. Luckily for him, Zander had taken the preemptive measure of writing out the greeting on the back of his hand. Though uh, the letters had sort of smudged since the time when he had written it down… But no worries, sir! He’d figure it out. He was a SEVENTH year now. ”Dif tor hi sumo-wrestler,” he struggled. BEEEAAAAAAAM. Nailed it. Y’know, maybe next time he’d opt for the english version… This volcano stuff definitely erupted straight in his face. Also. Quote:
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Astronomy was going to be verrrry interesting this year, that was for sure. Janelle stopped outside the classroom and proceeded to de-lint herself, as usual. When she was properly lint free, she noticed a new instructions and got an Ensign pip out of the nearby box. She attached it to her robe and entered the classroom. Janelle stopped, momentarily puzzled by the lack of the usual furniture. Yes, it was going to be an interesting year indee....... Before her brain had time to process what was happening, Janelle was in the air. She was floating upward and trying not to panic. She wasn't scared, just startled by the unexpected happenings. As she rose toward the ceiling, Janelle realized that the furniture was above her. Assuming that they were supposed to sit, she flailed her way over to an empty seat and hoisted her way into it. Once Janelle was kind of situated in the desk, she called over to the professor. "Hello Admiral Flamsteed. Ensign Guidry reporting for duty. Live long and prosper sir." Janelle tried not to giggle, as she arranged her fingers to give a proper Vulcan salute. Now catching sight of the blackboard, Janelle followed the instructions. She took a quill out of her backpack which she was thankfully wearing and began to write on her piece of parchment. Then she tapped it with her wand and watched, as she now had a name plaque. Magic was so cool. Quote:
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Kaycee gave her pants a quick once over with the lint roller. She wasn't sure what was with all the sudden rule changes, but whatever. She'd play along. It was kind of amusing to see the grown ups be so weird. She grabbed the fourth year pip, whatever that meant, and attached it to her robes. Once she took a step into the classroom, the fourth year squealed. She immediately covered her mouth after the embarrassing sound. Floating. So that's why she wasn't in a skirt. It all made sense. Now... what was the other thing? Oh yeah. She flashed the weird v hand sign thing as she passed a classmate. And there was another. And another. She just kept the sign up as she swam/made her way to an empty seat. Once safely seated, she signed her name on her parchment and gave it a tap with her wand. Quote:
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As other students came into the room, each eventually floating up towards the desks like he himself had, Benny's attention drifted to the blackboard. There was more stuff to follow through with before the start of the lesson and the seventh year moved to follow what was asked of him. Keeping his bookbag tucked on his lap in hope of keeping it from floating away, he retrieved a quill and scribbled the required information on it. Quote:
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I read the rules... There was DAVIE!! AND HE WAS BEING LOUD!! Dora UMBRIDGE approved of such things! Seeing his pip she looked down at the front of her LINT FREE robes and grinned. She was an ensign too! COOL, RIGHT?! She was about to wave when she noticed that her parchment was now a plaque that read: Quote:
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Astronomy. Sigh. It wasn't that Kyroh dislikes Astronomy. Or Flamsteed. Or the classes. He didn't. Not really? Only a little? ANYWAYS, the worst thing about it was that he could never retain anything about anything. Even IF Spaceman's classes were really interesting. Sighing once more Kyroh stepped into the room and suddenly felt as though something was not right. Had he drank something? Or maybe someone had put a spell on him? Nono- he had lost five stone in the last 30 seconds right?!? SOMETHING was going on because he felt his body pulling him and his feet leave the ground. FOOD!!! FOOD WHERE WAS IT?! HE NEEDED SOME NOW TO GO BACK TO THE - Oh. Glancing up he spotted the chairs and the desks and...classmates floated up as well? Okay. Cool. He wasn't the only one to lose 5 stone. Reaching out to the box he grabbed one of the badge-thingys that looked the most interesting. The one right in the middle-with the dot in the left circle, before allowing himself to float up-up-up annddd onto a chair. With his butt placed firmly on a seat, Kyroh quickly started making his name-tag. Quote:
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The young Ravenclaw wasn't sure what he expected from his Astronomy lessons but oddly enough the thought that they would be hosted so late at night hadn't crossed his mind for some reason. Milo approached the classroom door with a small yawn and stopped to read the sign. Hmmm. That was strong. Perhaps lint could damage the equipment? He thought that that made sense. Milo rubbed the link roller over as much of the surface of his robes as he could and then buried a hand in the little container of pips pulling out a piece with a solitary golden dot. He fastened it to the front of his robes and proceeded into the room but stopped suddenly. Not really stopped though, nope. He was moving but no longer horizontal but vertical. This wasn't right but he had learned growing up not to take everything face-value. Instead of freaking out, Milo simply looked around as he floated. It wasn't hurting or anything and obviously this was supposed to happen because, look, the desks and and chairs were floating and so was the Professor. He grinned excitedly and quickly made as if he was swimming in order to reach a chair. He sat down and glanced quickly at some of the familiar faces. "Evening Professor." He managed to squeak before noisily ripping out a piece of parchment from his notebook and scribbling his name onto it for display. Quote:
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Dot caught FOUR spiders with the lint roller before setting it back on the desk and picking up some of the pips. What the HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE was a pip, anyway? Did she get to choose how many she needed? 'Cause they were like polka dots, and that was her thing. Did Starman know that was her thing? Dot stuck pips all over herself before skipping into the room and immediately zipping up into the air. WHEEEEEEEEEEEE. Thankfully, Dot read the directions and didn't wear a skirt, so she was free to kick her way to a desk. "Admiral StarMan! This was my idea! On my homework last term!" Her hair was floating. DID HE SEE IT? Her HAIR was floating! "Admiral... erm... live long and prosper. Thank you." Her quill was also floating a bit, and she had to slide out of her seat to get it. Once it was firmly in hand, and Dot was firmly in seat, she filled out her name tag as directed. Quote:
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Astronomy was always interesting to Austin, even if it wasn't first nature to him. The night sky was always so amazing, and it never seemed the same two nights in a row. The moon was his favorite, mainly because it actually had affects on some of the potions he created, and even on some humans. Always intriguing. Today, he made sure he read all the rules, so as not to have a repeat of his first Potions lesson. He used the lint roller outside the classroom, and even made sure to have his textbook. But when he walked in, he wasn't expecting to be swept off his feet. "What in Merlin-?!" His stomach seemed to raise in his throat and cut him off. This really wasn't a feeling he enjoyed, and the boy desperatly wanted to be on the ground again. But by the looks of the ceiling, that wasn't going to happen. All of the chairs and desks were up there, as well as the professor and a few students. Well great. He thought. Taking a deep breath, he started to awkwardly swim/flap his way to an empty seat. Austin was tall for his age, and rather lanky, and he wasn't coordinated when he was on the ground. Being in the air just made it that much harder. Eventually he made it to his seat, and he thanked his lucky stars He took out his quill and wrote his name and year, just like the board said. Before he arrived, he had picked up a pin with two dots on it that apparently declared him a fourth year 'lieutenant'. He had seen a few episodes of Star Trek with his father, but he never really understood it. It was a muggle show that he enjoyed, and it was strange. "Live long and prosper Admiral." The Quote:
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Though it may not have been obvious to a casual observer, Daxton was excited for this class. Astronomy was basically science, which he enjoyed. And not just that, it was proper science, not the boring sort of science they did in his old school where they all they did was hook up wires and a battery to turn a lightbulb on and off. However, he was less excited about being in a class with the frankly ridiculous rules that Airey Flamsteed had instated, the ones all based around Star Trek. Daxton had decided that they, along with many other things he had passed judgement on recently, were stupid. He tended not to follow stupid rules. He did, at least, pass the lint roller over his uniform - the parts of his uniform he wore, anyway, as his robes were currently in his school bag - and he was wearing his shoes. Daxton also took one of the pips, mainly because he might like to keep it for himself, and add it to his growing collection of pilfered things. As he stepped inside, Daxton had only a moment to register the bizarre set-up of the room before being, quite literally, swept off his feet. The unexpected change in circumstance led him to flail his limbs ridiculously, trying to grab something to steady himself and stay on solid ground, but there was nothing to grasp and soon he was well and truly in the air. Perhaps the only thing keeping him from outright panic was the realisation that the other students, Airey Flamsteed, and all the desks and chairs were floating up nearer the ceiling too. All in all, it was an alarming introduction to his first Astronomy lesson, and Daxton was fairy certain that he was most unhappy with it. Somehow, somehow, he managed to propel himself through the air until he reached a desk and, with some difficulty, maneuvered himself so he was sat there properly. For a long while he sat there, ignoring Airey Flamsteed and everyone else, watching his feet dangle below and wondering how on Earth (or not, as the case seemed to be) the teacher had managed this particular spell. The mechanics were interesting. Humans, desks, and chairs floated, the sand from the sandbox below thankfully did not, and neither did the parchment Daxton found at his desk. Interesting, if you ignored the fact that the whole situation was downright irritating. He did not want to be up in the air. Daxton took an ordinary muggle biro from his pocket (quills were okay, aesthetically speaking, but they were also unpractical and unpleasant to write with), and wrote the required information on the parchment. Then, retrieving his wand from where he stored it up his sleeve, he tapped the parchment and... Quote:
Looking up from his plaque, Daxton's eyes found Airey Flamsteed. Why did the man look so happy? Come to think of it, a lot of people in here looked happy, judging by the stupid grins on their faces. Why? Daxton... did not trust them. He didn't take his eyes off the teacher, but didn't give him one of those silly salutes either. Just... watched him. It was actually a strange comfort, knowing that he'd met this man almost an entire year previously, and finding him to be as consistently weird as he was back then. In other news, people were being loud. Shocker. |
Owen was awake. Of course he was. He was going to be attending his first ever Astronomy lesson and he had practiced hard just to get the Vulcan salute right...which he was still doing as he neared the Tower. Outside, the Hufflepuff made sure his uniform was lint-free then took a 1-gold pip from the box and attached it his robe. Uhhuh. He was so ready. ...or not. For as he strode inside expecting to choose a seat that would somehow accommodate his size, he was instead seeing a large box of sand and his classmates were...WHOA! What was going oooooon??? Thank toffees. But, holy chocolates! Why won't his seat stop rocking? He could feeeeeeel it and he tried to get it to settled down by sitting on it heavily. Apparently, he wasn't winning. So what else to do than just let the chair do it's rocking? Turning to his bag, Owen took out a quill wrote what was required on the parchment. At least his writing was still negligible. Take that rocking chair! Then, wand!tap. Where was the Professor? Was he wearing another sparkly suit? Owen kinda looked forward to that. Alas, he was not. Owen vulcan!saluted at him. |
Astronomy without Tobias Fuller-Thompson. Without her Tobes. Tobes, her best friend since the very beginning of her second year. Tobes, who she'd sat with in EVERY astronomy class since then And now he was gone, graduated, and she was left on her own. The only thing that made the walk to class any easier was the knowledge that things would be out of the ordinary. Well, astronomy was always a little out of the ordinary as far as classes went, but THIS one and Airey's new rules made it feel different. Different because she was now a Captain, and she'd chosen to call him Admiral Airey (no longer Flamsteed because Flamsteed reminded her of the old days with Tobes and she needed CHANGE, even though Tobes had always called him Professor Airey (but maybe it was an ode to him)). So... knowing that things would be fun and different in THAT sense eased the pain a little bit. But only a little. ...At least, it was only a little until she neared the classroom - at which point she VERY EXCITEDLY accepted her FOUR pips and attached them to her robes - then even LESS little when she actually entered the classroom, at which point she was confused by no desks and a weird massive sandbox and A LACK OF GRAVITY. WELL. HELLO THERE, MISSING DESKS. ALL RIGHT THEN. She was just gonna... casually swim through the air and get up there with the rest of the class. Yeah. Mega cool, and actually just the distraction she needed. And ADMIRAL AIREY WAS RIGHT THERE. SHE WAS READY FOR THIS. "Tobes says hi again." Because it felt right to say first and foremost and HONOR HIS MEMORY. "'n LIVE LONG AND PROSPER, ADMIRAL AIREY." CUE THE VULCAN SALUTE. And... she... didn't know where to sit, because she'd always sat near Tobes in the same section of the room and now the seats were all HIGH IN THE AIR and nothing felt right, so she was just going to... head over here by Zander. Yes. Hi, boyfriend. Couldn't replace Tobes, but he was a sufficient new astronomy partner. "Hello, Captain," she wiggled her eyebrows at him before sprawling out Captain Sophie Brown, Seventh Year on the provided piece of parchment on her new desk and tapping it with her wand. WOOP WOOP NAME PLAQUE. This was ALREADY gonna be the BEST CLASS EVER. SHE COULD FEEL IT. Too bad Tobes couldn't be there to enjoy it. |
Weird rules were WEIRD. Norah had spent all her entire walk up to the astronomy tower trying to make her fingers go into that V shape, but her ring finger just didn't seem to want to snuggle up to her pinkie like it was supposed to. Lame. That ring finger was missing out, 'cause her littlest finger was the very best one, uh huh. The attempted v-shape didn't seem to be very good for holding on to lint rollers either, considering that it dropped right out of her hand and did a little bit of sticking to her shoe before she gave up on practicing and picked it up normally again. Were they going to have all term to learn this thing or what? 'Cause the first time was NOT the charm, apparently. Once she was all lint-free (where did the lint even come from anyways? Aside from the fact that it didn't live in her hair, Professor Flamsteed hadn't exactly explained that part very well. Four entire terms here and STILL nothing), she stepped into the classroom. There was only a second of staring--and beaming--at all the SHINY stuff going on (and admiration of her four pip thingies, of course), before she was lifted right up off her feet. OH MAN. THIS WAS GOOD STUFF. FLOATY HAIR AND ROBES AND EVERYTHING. It took 500 million percent of her effort to keep from squealing, because real responsible Prefects were probably not allowed to do that, as she flapped and wiggled her way over to a desk. The no-skirt thing had been a very good idea, mhmm. Way to go to Professor Flamsteed. She showed him her attempt at the v-shape, though her ring finger still stayed suspended somewhere in the middle of the V so it looked a bit more like a W. Nobody would notice, right? She wasn't even sure what the V stood for yet. "Long live and prosper, Mr. Admiral sir Flamsteed!" With a big smile, she abandoned her funny hand shape to wave at him, and then take a seat near the front. Okay. Okay cool. Name tag time. Once she'd managed to extract a quill from her bag, she wrote 'LIEUTENANT COMMANDER NORAH LILLIAN KITTREDGE' in big curly letters and gave it a tap with her wand. It wasn't as good as Princess Prefect, but it'd do. For now. Quote:
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Penelope had read Professor Flamsteed's new rules for astronomy class, and she wasn't sure if she would like it. Apparently Professor Flamsteed was now Admiral Flamsteed, and she would be called Lieutenant Commander Penelope. Why had Professor, no, Admiral Flamsteed decided to add the Star Trek stuff to class this year? It seemed like the kind of thing that he would have done right from when he started teaching at Hogwarts. After using her lint roller on her clothes, Penelope looked in the box of pin things. Taking the fifth year pips from the box, she pinned them to her robes. Walking into the classroom, Penelope noticed that everything was set up very differently. Why was there a sand pit? Floating, she was floating! Why were the desks floating so high off the ground? What was Yoongi going to think about the desks being so high off the ground? Where was Yoongi? Penelope would keep an eye out for him. For now she would air swim over to Professo- Admiral Flamsteed. Penelope did the vulcan salute with her hand when she got close to Flamsteed. "Live long and prosper, Admiral Flamsteed." It felt weird to start calling him Admiral Flamsteed after all those years of saying Professor Flamsteed. Sort of reminded her of how he had made them call him Captain when Hooksteed happened. No, no, no, she couldn't think of that. It was bringing back bad memories. Penelope's face felt hot and her eyes were getting a little teary. Breathe, remember to breathe. Don't start crying. Okay, she wasn't going to cry or anything like that. Crying was good, but not right in front of Prof- Admiral Flamsteed. She should probably go find her seat now. Finding her seat, Penelope read the instructions that were written on the board. Were they going to get fancy name plaques again? She wrote her name on the provided parchment. Quote:
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Marisol was now entirely convinced that her Astronomy teacher was a nut job. His previous lessons had been weird enough, but this whole spaceship thing? The fifth year— or Lieutenant Commander, as she begrudgingly reminded herself— didn't see how this was supposed to be fun. Also, she was pretty sure she'd already strained her ring finger trying to do the ridiculous Muggle V-sign. There was a reason why wizards didn't watch television! Calming down, Mari forced herself to recite, "Live long and prosper, Prof— er, Admiral Flamsteed." That was right, yes? No? She sat down. The girl pulled a long, peacock-feather quill out of the pocket of her robes. She had noticed in the store that it matched her House colours, and she was really quite proud of it. The feather bobbed up in down as Marisol wrote herself a nametag. When she was finished, she blew the emerald ink dry to admire her handiwork. Quote:
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