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Astronomy Lesson :: Terraforming [ a brief introduction ] OOC: This is IC your character's FIRST Astronomy lesson of the term (and of course your first one OOC as well!). 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 lesson has officially started! Please do not announce your character arriving late and just pretend like they have been in class all along. You are free to jump in any time and should use the lesson progression links to keep up. |
It was her first ever Astronomy class and first year Rachel did not know what to expect. She used the lint roller she found outside then walked into the class, studying its layout. "Brrr. It's cold!'' She shivered and instinctively hugged herself protectively. Why was it so cold in here? Her attention was drawn to Professor Flamsteed and his pet rock. She smiled at them both as she remembered the rules she had read. "Live long and prosper,'' she said making the appropriate sign. "I'm Rachel Watson, first year Ravenclaw.'' She had to introduce herself, after all. Rachel wrinkled her nose at the smell as she moved towards the semi circle. She giggled at the first tornado she came across after she got over her surprise and realising it would not harm her. She simply swatted it aside and continued on to take a seat (after battling with rising into the air with each step she took) as she clung to her bag lest the tornado scooped it up. "What's this?'' she wondered as she examined the thing left on her desk and the others. "Oh, a blanket. How thoughtful of Professor Flamsteed.'' She would get back to that later but for now, she got a quill to write her name. When she was done, she tapped it with her wand and watched in fascination as it turned to a wooden name plaque which read: Quote:
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Open to anybody to be the student she holds the door open for! Ohh, Astronomy! Ariadne thought this was going to be a pretty cool class, and she'd heard the professor was tons of FUN! She made use of the lint roller outside the classroom, too, even though she didn't understand why she needed it and what exactly it had to do with Astronomy. Maybe it was just a professor thing. Either way, she was LINT FREE, so the professor should be pretty proud of her! She walked into the classroom not expecting it to be freezing cold. What in the name of Merlin?! Weren't there heating charms for this kind of thing?! Also, what was that SMELL? The professor was either planning one very unusual lesson, or this place was in need of a really good cleaning! Either way, she gave the Vulcan Salute, as per the rules, for anybody who might be looking at her to see it. Class hadn't even started yet, and she was already having fun trying out new things! "LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!" she called out. Umm...she was supposed to follow that with an act of good will, right? She reached out and held the door open for the next student to walk through. "Welcome to Astronomy class!" She released her hold on the door when the student walked through and then ventured further into the room. It was then that she realized she wasn't exactly walking in the same way she usually did. Was she starting to get sick? She kind of felt like she was going to faint. But...no. It wasn't either of those. There was something unusual about the way she was walking, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was pretty cool, though! She finally made it to a desk to find a little box sitting there waiting for her. Space blanket?! AWESOME! She'd be using this in a just a few minutes time. "Hello, Professor!" she greeted, and then she gave him a Vulcan Salute, too. "LIVE LONG AND PROSPER! Also, thanks for the Space Blanket!" She had no idea if he even heard her, because...Bubble Head Charm? Why hadn't she thought to cast that? ... Oh, yeah She didn't know how. Ariadne took her seat and pulled out a quill. She wrote her full name, ARIADNE CECELIA GREINGOTH, across the parchment provided. Then she gave it a nice tap of the wand. Alright! She was READY to go! |
Outside the classroom, Penelope used her lint roller to get the fur off that had gotten on her from the ferrets, puffskeins, and pygmy puffs in the common room. Entering the classroom, she was hit with a blast of cold air. Penelope bounced over to Professor Flamsteed's desk, avoiding a mini tornado along the way. "Live long and prosper, Admiral Flamsteed." Penelope did the vulcan salute thing with her hand. Did they still have to call him admiral? Penelope reached into her book bag for a quill and felt something furry inside. Grabbing it, she pulled out a pink pygmy puff. How did that get there? "This is NOT my pygmy puff." Her pygmy puff was purple, and was currently in a cage in her dorm. This one must have crawled into her bag in the common room after the creatures had made an unexpected appearance at the raffle. Maybe it belonged to one of the other Ravenclaws. If not she would bring it to Professor Draper. Sorry Flamsteed. She had not knowingly brought the pygmy puff in the room. Tucking the pygmy puff back in her bag where it would stay warm, Penelope got out a quill and an ink bottle. After writing her name on the parchment, she tapped it with her wand and it turned into a wooden plaque. She then took out her own parchment to take notes. Oooh, a space blanket! Penelope opened the box and wrapped the blanket around her for warmth. Quote:
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ASTRONOMY And first class of the year. Which to use Airey's favorite word is Stellar. You just hope he does not go supernova on here. Though it could help with how cold it is. Almost as cold as Draper's office. But Dante still blamed it on the guy's cold heart. Anyway enough about that Professor. It is Professor Airey's time. Dante used the lint rolled too make sure he was lint free and always still surprised someone used it in his hair. "Looking Good Admiral. oh right Live long and prosper" Dante said followed by the vulcan salute. He did not know if he had to call him Admiral anymore. But the guy would probably still like being called it. He was feeling light. But this was a Flamsteed Astronomy class and if you did not feel like you could float anyway. Something was wrong. But the blanket at his desk was a nice touch. He would not need it but it was nice. He wrote his name on the parchment Quote:
By now Dante had no idea why he had to do this. Were Professor's THAT forgetful that they cant remember someone who they have been teaching five or more years. But whatever write his name he did. Not even a fake name like he use to. Merlin his sense of fun was leaving him. |
Was David the first one in Astronomy today? The classroom sure looked empty... well no, there were a few kids in here now. BUT HE WAS SO EXCITED. SO EXCITED TO BE IN THE ADMIRAL'S CLASS TODAY!!!! Only problem was... conditions were a bit difficult in the room today. As Davie squinched his eyes half-shut against the icy wind, he used his free hand to shield his face and his glasses. With his other hand, he greeted the professor with a shout and the Vulcan salute. "LIVE LONG AND PROSPER, ADMIRAL FLAMSTEED, SIR!" With that taken care of, David slowly and arduously made his way toward a desk in the center of the semi-circle. He was very curious to try jumping in this gravity-defying room, but decided not to try it yet. It was enough of a struggle just to force his bum into a chair, honestly. The struggle! Now in his desk, the second-year busied himself with getting out this magical space blanket and wrapping it around his shoulders like a cape. It seemed like a fine, fun idea, particularly since Flamsteed was also dressed up so.... erhm, theatrically. David also put his name on his parchment, for he remembered doing this last year, and gave it a solid tap with his wand. Quote:
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Esme...wasn't even going to question the weirdness of the classroom; she was USED to it by now. She DID however wonder why it had to be so cold. As a Wizard, Flamsteed should have been able to use a heating spell or something. She was FREEZING. At least she had remembered to use the lint roller before stepping inside. "Live long and prosper, Admiral Flamsteed," she said while making a 'v' with her fingers. She had no idea if that rule was still in effect or not, but had decided that it was a good idea to cover all her bases just in case it was. Flamsteed loved Star Trek so he would enjoy it nonetheless. Safely seated at her desk, Esme grabbed the space blanket and quickly took it out of the box before wrapping it around herself. Aaaaah, that was MUCH better. Now she could set about writing her name on the provided parchment: Quote:
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Astronomy class... Yawn. Well, not that really yawn because it always ended up by an interesting activity. But all the theories about the space and their things just... not her cup of hot chocolate (yes, she preferred hot chocolate more than tea). But, she was lucky that the astronomy tower wasn't that too far from Gryffindor common room. So that's why Ava didn't have any excuse to be late. Entering the classroom, the young lioness realized that it was very cold in here. Let's hope that she didn't ended up by getting hypothermia. "Live Long and Prosper, Admiral!" She greeted the Professor. "By the way, we didn't use the pip and being called as an ensign anymore? Ah, too bad." Because it was fun and different from any other class. "You should provide warm drink for a cold classroom like this, Admiral." Yeah, a cup of hot chocolate seemed the best way to warm her body up. But hey, he had provided them a blanket. Well, this was acceptable. She decided to sit next to Davie. "Hey." She smiled at the Ravenclaw boy. She grabbed her quill and wrote her name and class on a piece of parchment and tapped it with her wand. Quote:
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Evening lesson… That was new, but made complete sense given the subject matter. Olivia hadn’t made it up the astronomy tower yet in her explorations, so the lesson was her first chance to really see it all. Seeing the lint roller and sign outside, the first year looked over herself. Was she linty? Did she need to? A cat hair or two and the belief to start out on a good foot with an apparently picky person who caused the rain at the opening feast leaned towards it so she did. Placing it back, she entered the classroom, pausing in surprise at the shock of cold. “Oh boy that is chilly…” she remarked, taking in the sights. “Goo- I mean Live long and prosper, Professor Flamsteed,” she greeted the man with her hand raised, awkwardly attempting the hand gesture. Giving up, she started on picking her way towards an empty seat. One step…two steps…dodge…three more steps…another dodge. Finally! But getting seated wasn’t the only task at hand. After resting the offered blanket over her legs which were cold in a skirt, Olivia picked up a quill to fill out her name tag. When she was done, she swapped quill for wand. “Here goes…” she mused, tapping the tag with the tip of her wand, it changing into a nice plaque. Quote:
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Sitting next to Rachel also Haddie grumbled as she finished using the stupid lint roller. Dumbest inventions ever. She threw open the Astronomy classroom's door, was immediately hit by wave of cold air that had to be near absolute zero, and decided she liked the lint roller. The lint roller was her new best friend. After two or three more uses of the lint roller, she decided it was time to brave Antarctica and go to class. She was glad she remember to take her smuggled pygmy puff (from the Ravenclaw raffle early) out of her pocket before leaving her dorm, least it die of exposure the first night as her pet. She rushed into the room, spotted Rachel in what looked to be an aluminum foil blanket, then the box on top of the desk next to hers. That must be the blanket. Haddie wasted no time in ripping it open and tightly wrapping the blanket around her trying to get warm. It wasn't working. And she forgot something. What was it? Oh right. She tried in vain to make the v shape with her hands, gave up and wrenched her fingers apart with her other hand. "L-l-l-live l-long and p-p-pros-p-per... c-can I get another b-b-blanket? I'm from S-s-southern C-california." She couldn't stop her teeth from chattering as she spoke. Does that work in the UK? In America that's always been enough to explain why she couldn't take the cold. While she waited for the salvation in the form of another blanket, Haddie took out her quill and ink -Can ink freeze?- and wrote on the parchment that was also on her desk. Quote:
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Sitting next to Rachel! ;P Astronomy classes were always a hoot to attend. They were the right mix of fascinating and interesting. And cold too, apparently, as she entered the classroom and felt the chill on her skin especially. Ravenclaw tower wasn't THIS cold. "Live long and prosper, Professor," Tia greeted in customary and required fashion. Looking for an empty seat, the seventh year found one next to one of her housemates, Rachel, and gave her a brief and welcoming smile, as she adjusted her supplies on her desk. Carefully writing her name out on the parchment before her, she then tapped the parchment with her wand as specified and watched as it changed into a more permanent plaque. Very clever, Flamsteed. Very clever indeed. Quote:
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Oliver made his way aaaaallllll the way up the hundreds Stopping to catch his breath, he picked up the lint roller and ran it over his clothes. This, Ollie was grateful for because no one would have to see him huffing and puffing when entering the classroom. SPOILER!!: Ariadne :) He set the lint roller back down and grinned at the first year who was holding the door open. "Uhh...live long and prosper?" He glanced at the professor and then back at the girl, holding up the hand sign thing. And thanks a lot." He made his way in and immediately got chills because of how freezing it was. And that smell??? He looked back at the first year girl and blinked. "You smell that too, right?" Gross. Ollie then walked over to a desk closest to the door. This wasn't because he couldn't wait to leave, but simply because he was too tired and sore to walk any further than that really. He immediately quietly thanked Professor Flamsteed for the blanket and opened his and wrapped it around himself. He didn't care if others thought he was a wimp because he couldn't deal with the cold. IT WAS COLD OKAY. He would have said thank you to the professor but everyone else was already talking to him. Oliver was sure he could see how grateful the boy was anyway. Now, he picked up the quill and name on the parchment: Quote:
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Chloe was not sure why they had to have class this late. She was a twelve year old who needed her sleep. Classes were long and hard but Professor Flamstead, of all of her professors, seemed to always know what he was doing. So she would drag herself out of bed for class. Bleh. When she opened the door, though, she immediately considered that perhaps she had been wrong all along. The room was freezing and her hair did nothing to help the onslaught of wind that was rushing at her. It took a lot of really hard, long steps to make it to where she needed to be but she eventually did and wrapped herself up in the blanket automatically. Did he know that she had been lifted off of her feet trying to get here? HER FEET, Flamstead. That was just very, very dangerous. And made anxiety pump in her chest. She basically hid under her blanket once she was semi-safe and filled out her name and then tapped it with her wand. Now she would be hiding under her blanket the rest of the lesson. Thank you. Quote:
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She would have used the lint roller, if Sam knew what one was...but she didn't, so she couldn't. Instead she stepped right into the classroom, and immediately noticed the drop in temperature. "Brrrrr," she muttered. The Professor really needed to light a fire in here. She kinda wished she'd brought her blank- Oh, some people did have shiny blankets. Huh. Well then, she'd acquire one of those. Once, of course, she'd greeted the professor. Now, what was it she'd learnt? She tried to pull the fingers of her right hand into position, ending up holding them in place with her left hand. Next time, she'd just use spellotape before the lesson. And as for the words? "Diff...toore...heeeh....smus-mahhh." Something like that anyway. Why had she decided to opt for the second version again? Anyways, that done, she ducked her way past a...something flying at her...to find a desk. She sat down next to Olivia, and followed the girl's lead by pulling out quill and parchment, holding it firmly against the top of her desk so it wouldn't blow away. Name tag, she presumed? She glanced at those already done around her, and saw what she assumed to be their year too. Quote:
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Post 1 (& anyone I suppose!) Chills ran up Altha's spine. Unlike most, the chilling feeling of a cold and dark room was something Altha could enjoy. A light wind crossed Altha, a black strand of her hair picking up and hovering in front of her eyes for a moment. As she strolled across the room to find a seat, she swatted the hair away from her and squinted at the board. Simply enough, Altha needed to write her name and year on a piece of parchment. Altha.. Viteri.... First.. Year. There. Altha dropped her black quill, and dug her wand out of her robes. Holding the parchment in one hand, she gave a brisk tap. Quote:
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Daxton had, as usual, ignored the lint roller. While he understood the purpose of it, he was hardly likely to roll it over his uniform (his school robes were not currently being worn, hooked instead around the strap of his bag, and his shoes were not even present today) after who only knew how many other students had done the same. There had been no pips at the door to dwell on either, so Daxton walked straight into the classroom, and the cold hit him at once. But it was welcome, the cold, even if it was a bit much. It was bracing, and it was far far better than being so warm. Daxton welcomed the almost overwhelming chill, though the uncontrollable teeth-chattering was instantly annoying. He took a seat at the table closest to the door, snatched up the box of 'space blanket' on his desk, and inspected it. He did not give that strange salute, just the same as last year, finding it as pointless as any form of greeting, rules or no rules. It was a while before he looked up towards Airey Flamsteed, having glanced briefly at him upon entering the room, enough to see him wearing his space blanket as a tailored suit. Daxton watched him for a moment, then glanced over at the board. Did he really need to write a name plaque? Airey Flamsteed already knew full well who he was, and apparently Daxton had enough of a reputation around school to be voted biggest troublemaker, so some people already knew him, and he thought he might like to keep that number at a minimum. Nevertheless, he did put his box of space blanket back on the desk to grab a pen from his pocket and write something on the parchment, before getting his wand from up his sleeve and tapping it to create a plaque. Quote:
Sticking his wand back up his sleeve, Daxton got a little more comfortable on his chair, sitting so he was sat cross-legged and warming his feet slightly as the cold - however welcome it was - had started to numb them. Numb feet would be a disaster if there was any sudden need to run away, but despite this he still did not regret not wearing shoes. Daxton picked up the box of space blanket and went on inspecting it. In a moment of curiosity, he finally opened up one end, not so he could take the blanket out and wear it, but instead so could further investigate. Pulling an edge of the blanket out of the box, Daxton ran it between his fingers, attempting to discern just whether or not the material was at all pleasing to his sensory sensitivities. And, more than that, he found it near captivating. Transfixed, he tugged it completely out of its box, which was instantly cast aside, then lay the blanket out over his desk, all the better to see it and touch it. |
Kitty did not get why they had to use a lint roller, but stopping to use it was a good excuse to also take out her small hand mirror and apply dark eyeliner and be sure that her hair was combed. Then she proceeded to the classroom, wondering what was coming. "Wow this is freezing!" Kitty yelped as she stepped in to the classroom and was buffeted by a wave of cold air. She rolled her hands inside her sleeves and bent her head low, then made her way to the semi circle of desks in the center of the room. A dust devil brushed into her when she was halfway there, causing her to scream "Eek!" in surprise. She felt embarrassed afterwards, but thankfully the wind was blowing so hard that it was doubtful anyone heard. At last she reached an empty desk and sat down. A wave of relief washed over her when she saw the space blanket. Oh, and one more thing: Quote:
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Kaycee quickly used the lint brush before entering the classroom. Immediately her teeth started chattering. Ugh. Classroom of the cold and... ew, what was that smell? "Professssssorrrr." she whined. "Are you trying to kill me?" What was this tornado thing? She grinned a little. She had to fight both the urge to throw something in it and watch it swirl and the urge to touch it. Both of which she resisted. ... mostly due to the fact that it was cold. She took a seat and quickly scribbled her name on it. Quote:
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Cal reached for the lint roller as he entered the Astronomy class. He immediately turtled into his robes. "DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE." What was this?! Antarctica?! And that horrid smell?!!!!? The thirteen year-old halfheartedly passed the lint roller over his robes in a haste to find a seat and warm himself up. He had part of his robe covering his nose against the smell, rocking back and forth, and his free hand moved to scribble down his name as instructed. Quote:
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Post 1 Hope walked into astronomy and Immediately felt weird. It was like walking on air. Even though the air smelt horrible. And there was little tornados flying about. It's pretty cool. Cool as in freezing in here. She should've brought a jacket. She rubed her hands together as she blew into them. Warming them up. Hope saw an empty Seat and slowly made her way to it. Avoiding the cyclones and other students. When she arrived at her desk, she saw the parchment and the instructions. She took her quil and wrote down her name and that she was a first year. Seeing the space blanket she opened it and wrapped it around her. Oh soooo much better! She had used the lint roller before walking into class. And she remembered she needed to say hey to the professor. She found him in the corner. She made her fingers resembling a v. [B]"live long and prosper."[\B] |
Kaylee has been waiting all day for this!! She loves learning everything and anything about space! She She opened the door and made the Vulcan salute, after remembering reading the rules, and said "Live Long and Prosper, Prof- umm I mean Admiral Flamsteed. She corrected herself. "How are you?" Her dad was a huge 'Star Trek' fan and used to watch the reruns all the time, so of course Kaylee and her older sister grew up on all of the series as well. It is too early of course for Kay to judge but Professor Flamesteed might be her favorite professor. After the excitement wore off, however, she realized that it was freezing. Shivering, she wrapped her cloak more tightly around has she made it to an empty desk. She saw a space blanket on top of said desk. She saw some of her fellow students wrapping the blanket around them, so she did the same. 'Much better' she thought with a sigh. She also saw a blank piece of parchment, and after a quick glance at the board, she pulled out her quill and started to write out her name and year so in a few seconds her parchment looked like this: Quote:
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Dot was absolutely done with the silly game of placating the most ridiculous professor in the castle. The professor who cared least about them, and in fact, was just about tricking them into doing things that fulfilled his stupid space fantasies. She wasn't going to do it. She bounded into the classroom, taking note of the gravity issues before kicking out at a dust devil that flew up her skirt. Rude. "Good day, Professor Flamsteed," Dot dropped into her seat and gave him a look that said she was NOT PLAYING with him. He was a professor, not an admiral, and she didn't want him to live long and prosper. She wanted him to suffer from a shark bite and ingrown toenails and run out of toilet paper in every bathroom he ever visited. The blanket went on as a cape, one shiny flap thrown casually over her shoulder, and then Dot made her name tag. Quote:
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Astronomy was always interesting. Sure, it hurt her brain. Like, a LOT. And Flamsteed often hurt her brain just as much, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to go to the classes. Just meant, she had to be prepared for the unexpected. Problem was, try as she might and as hard as she could, she could never quite be prepared enough for his classes. He always managed to throw the cookie far out of the box, and it was flabbergasting. Every. Single. Time. She was determined as much as her mind could be determined, that this would NOT happen today. Of course, such thoughts and determinations were stolen away by the sudden COLD that greeted her upon entering the classroom. It quite literally took her breath away. As did the scenery and the stars and the little windstorms. But, what distracted her most thoroughly was the weightlessness that she felt. The buoyancy that she could feel in every part of her. Her feet were still on the ground, but she felt that was because she let them be there. A grin crept forward. Her eyes went down to her feet. She took a step. IT WAS LIKE WALKING ON AIR! With a little chirp of excitement, Amur did a little hop and found it was more like a JUMP! Okay, she couldn't contain herself. With another little noise, Amur SKIPPED down towards the desks. A twirl might have been done here or there. Really, she didn't care who watched or what they thought. It was the BEST feeling EVER. Well, besides flying on a dragon. That still held top place. It was a few skips before she was at the desks, and abruptly, she halted. Like she had run into an invisible wall. An invisible wall that was the sight of Flamsteed. It, he, the GET-UP, shocked Amur so much that she just sort of froze on the spot. The cold was suddenly there again, and perhaps a bit less blood in her cheeks. That WAS Flamsteed, right? Carefully, just in case it was something ELSE, because really it could have been a boggart, Amur slipped into the seat closest to her. The seat right beside David. The kid who she'd run into at the beauty shop. Trying to keep her movements as small as possible, lest the Star-Creature notice her, Amur carefully let her eyes drift to the board. Name. Year. Right. She worked out her quill, and with a trembling hand and teeth beginning to chatter, wrote on her parchment. Quote:
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We're trying xD Yey! 1st Lesson Post! Astronomy...astronomy...he rather study food, gastronomy. His stomach growling again...urgh...the struggles he faced. Henric sighed as he walked into Professor/Admiral Flamsteed class. Lint roller, where art thee? Aah...nice... He grabbed one and began rolling it down the sleeves of his uniform. He was a prefect now, and no way was he not looking fabulous. He checked his hair on the mirror again, hmmm...good...tidy and handsome always He walked right up to the professor and gave the 'mandatory' vulcan salute. "Live long and prosper, Admiral Flamsteed. And may the force be with you." He added the last bit on of whim. Star Wars was more of his favourite muggle movie past time though. Star Trek wasn't. Sorry Prof.A. Time to move on to the seats. Brr...so cold. He thought of his girlfriend suddenly. She would probably love this kind of temperature all year round. Henric preferred hot..hot tropical weather. He wished to travel SouthEast Asia for once too and visited their brilliant beaches and cultures. How adventurous would that be people! Incredible white sands and clear blue waters...aahh...he wished he could graduate early. Merlin! A blanket! Nicee! Henric wrapped himself in it and began writing his name down on the parchment. SPOILER!!: Messy Handwriting on Parchment |
Finally. The class he had been looking forward to taking at Hogwarts most of all. Sure, he had been a little nervous about the class when his first impression of the professor was that he was short-tempered, but after their meeting earlier and talking to Char, Callum's nerves had been put at ease. However, the man's rules had caught him a bit off guard. They were told to not touch his suit and that they could not have food or drink, they were threatened with their textbook being banished, they had to use a lint roller, but there was one rule in particular that applied to Callum that made him uneasy: yes, he was a Gryffindor, and no, he did not wear a badge, but he did not see why he had to be extra careful, nor did he understand this "redshirt syndrome." He supposed to went back to the stereotypes they discussed at their house meeting, but Callum took it a bit personally that he was being singled out along with the rest of his housemates. Was Flamsteed not feeding into the stereotype by making a rule like that? He was assuming that Gryffindors without badges needed to be warned, was he not? Was he not placing a label on all of them by doing so? Callum, for one, did not appreciate that, and he considered bringing it up to the professor later. Maybe the man had not even realized he sounded as if he was putting them into the boxes he had been discouraging them from being in in the first place. Then, of course, there was the rule about "living long and prosper," which Callum did not understand, but he did not intend to get on the professor's bad side so soon, so when he entered the classroom after awkwardly using the lint roller, Callum disregarded his surroundings to instead focus on Flamsteed (who got a raised brow at his attire) and do the hand signal as he stammered, "Err... live long and prosper...?" Was that right? It was in the next moment that the chill that had hit his face made him react prematurely, hugging his arms close to his body, his eyebrows furrowing as he instantly wished he had dressed in more layers. Why had the man not warned them of this? There were dust devils that seemed largely out of place, the gravity in the room was off, and... was that... sulfur? He silently questioned whether or not this was simulating a planetary body or something else, and he wondered already if the lesson had anything to do with Mars, but it could have been a number of things, right? Curiosity sufficiently piqued, Callum gravitated toward the first open desk (beside Amur on the other side from Davie), his eyes flickering up to the blackboard as he slid into his seat and deposited his bag on the floor, and gave a pleasantly surprised sigh of relief. A space blanket. Something to keep them warm, and Callum did not hesitate to tear into the package, curl up in a little ball in his seat, and wrap himself up in a blanket cocoon, subconsciously mimicking Amur's body language beside him. Once he was nicely situated, he went on to taking his materials out for class (and struggling to keep the blanket sufficiently wrapped around him), scribbling out his name and year on the piece of parchment, and giving it a tentative tap with his wand-- whoa. That was cool magic, and Callum smiled to himself as he moved the wooden plaque to the end of his desk. Quote:
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Robin climbed nervously up the stairs to the astronomy tower. She had come by before just to know where the classroom was so she wouldn't get lost. She shuddered at the thought. She had come dangerously close to getting lost many times here and she didn't want to think about falling down an enchanted hole or crashing down the moving steps or...or...there were a lot of things that could go wrong here. She pulled her satchel closer to her. Anyways, she knew it was a tower and thought it best to wear one of her warmer uniforms but the cold was still biting and her teeth chattered- she was afraid if she touched her Gryffindor pin it would give her frostbite! seriously, that cold. She curiously took the lint roller and made sure to use it well, but was intrigued at why such a muggle item was being displayed. After sitting at one of the desks and murmuring a nervous "Live long and prosper" to familiar but not well known faces she took out her quill, parchment, wand, and textbook. No need to be nervous...it'll be ok.. she squirmed a bit before tapping her nametag. Quote:
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Norah pulled her (freshly lint-free, of course) robes tighter around her as she entered the Astronomy classroom, struggling to keep the grin on her face as her teeth began to chatter horribly violently. Excuse you, teeth. Nobody gave them the right. She uncrossed her arms to hold up her right hand in a Vulcan's salute, calling "Live long and prosper" in Professor Flamsteed's direction. Could he even HEAR her in all the COLD? Her ears felt inclined to shut down completely, which wouldn't do anything good in the interest of paying attention. This had been one of her non-awful OWL's, though. And she really didn't want to give Professor Flamsteed ANOTHER reason to rage and yell right at the beginning of term. SO, attempted smiles it was. The prefect slid into the seat next to Dot, offering her a chatter-y grin as well. "C-c-cool cape!" She really needed to get herself one of those. LOOK how SHINY it was. Merlin. Why weren't their robes made of that material? She extracted her blanket as quickly as she could considering her quivering fingers were proving to be absolutely useless, and wrapped it around her like a cocoon. There. Now, if only the blanket could shield her against whatever that dreadful smell was. She'd have to recommend that to Professor Flamsteed, if he ever wanted to become a blanket designer. That was always a possibility. Letting out a long breath that clouded visibly in front of her, Norah scribbled her name and year on a scrap piece of parchment and gave it a shaky tap. ALRIGHT. Back to blanket cocoon mode. Yes. Good. She could do the astronomy thing from here. For sure. Quote:
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Today was the day. Having spoken to Marsha the night before and made a few arrangements, he was now proudly wearing... a skirt. Although, of course, he wore shorts underneath, but the feeling was so... he didn't even know what to say, but he did know he didn't care about any looks he may get. It was new. It was comfortable. It was... a little too cool. And not pertaining to the clothing. One step into the classroom after using the lint roller almost made him change his mind. HOLY chilly toes. His body went kinda rigid but the way he gripped his bag was good enough to keep the skirt in place despite the wind. After the initial shock wore down enough to move, he started scooting towards an empty desk. Which was an adventure in itself. His steps felt weird. Not to mention the smell, holy hippogriffs. What even was that? Worth it, though. This was worth it. Totally worth it. Ignoring the tornado. WORTH IT. He flopped in a seat, shivering as he quickly scribbled out his name on a parchment in an even messier handwriting than usual and tapping it with his wand. The young lion's gaze had watched as it turned to wood yet did not focus upon the next item upon his desk. Instead, he sought out the professor and beamed when he found the man. Did he see? He raised a shaky arm and gave a Vulcan salute, considering how his jaw was locked in place from the cold. Woooorth it! Quote:
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Mel walked the short distance from her dorm to the astronomy tower in what felt like no time at all. Her robes were even lint free well, save for a tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiny little dusting on her right shoulder. Nothing to worry about. The little metal Gryffindor badge was safely pinned to the inside flap of her bag, just so she wouldn’t lose it. She didn’t even look like a Gryffindor except for the fact that she wasn’t dreadfully out of breath like the students that had to trudge all the way up from the basements…they luckily had food near them though. Looking around the room she just smiled at everyone that she had already seen and gave the Gryffindor boy giving the weird hand gesture a look before walking into the room and feeling it. The acrid bite of the cold air. Her lungs hurt for a moment as they adjusted to the charmed temperature. Looking at the instructions she immediately sat down at one of the free desks and began to write out her name on the piece of parchment before tapping it once with her wand. Quote:
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Oliver was not happy when he walked through the door. He immediately stopped in his tracks and shivered as he was hit with the cold. Why did it feel like the dead of winter in the classroom when the hallways were perfectly normal temperatures for the beginning of September. It wasn't supposed to get that cold for a long time. Olly frowned. It wasn't that he necessarily minded the cold, but Flamsteed could have at least warned them to tell a jacket. How was he supposed to just sit there through a whole lesson when his whole body was so freezing? The second year considered moving backwards, so he would be back out the door, but he caught sight of the thing sitting on the desks. Olly hurried over and selected a desk at random. That wasn't what he cared about. The important thing was the box in front of him, which he quickly proceeded to rip into. He pulled out the blanket and immediately wrapped it around himself. That was much better. Olly huddled on his chair, wrapped up like a burrito, and it was a few seconds before he remembered where he was and he actually had to do things instead of just sit there in his warm burrito blanket. The first thing he did was turn his eyes to the front of the room and grin at Professor Flamsteed. "Hello Prof-er, Admiral Flamsteed? Do we still have to call you that?" He didn't know if those weird rules from last year were still in effect, or if Flamsteed liked to be called Admiral all the time. He didn't know if he was supposed to do the salute thing either, but he didn't do it anyway because he did not want to subject his fingers to the cold air any longer than necessary. Wait, what was that? The air suddenly smelled awful. Olly glanced around, wondering if someone had set off a dungbomb. Or perhaps someone was really gassy. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so he turned his attention to his next task. Writing his name on the nametag proved difficult without the use of his hands. So Olly was forced to extract one of them from the warmth of the blanket in order to fetch his quill and quickly scribble his name. He then grabbed his wand and tapped the nametag before stowing his things back in his back, and his hand back in the blanket. Quote:
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SPOILER!!: Hope and Lancelot Arista had made sure to use the lint roller she had become to despise for one it was annoying and for two she was reminded of her mother's own golden rule of always using one before entering a room in the house or going somewhere. As she entered the room her nose crunched. What in merlin's beard? Continuing her walk into the classroom she stopped near Professor Flamsteed and with just the right amount of sass at having to say such a weird saying she said "Live Long and Prosper Professor Flamsteed." She even did that weird V shape hand sign that he had talked about. Such an odd sign. And with that the redheaded girl continued walking. Seeing an empty seat near Hope she walked over and grimaced just realizing how cold it was. "Hello Hope! You're smelling this putrid smell to right, it's not just my nose?" She sent a smile over to the girl and sat down pushing the blanket off the ground she didn't need it yet. Thankfully she had yet to fully feel the effects of the bitter breeze. Taking her quill she wrote her name making sure to dot her i with a crown like she always did. Also adding her year. After finishing she looked to her side and saw a boy she had met somewhere surely because she knew his name...Or maybe she had just looked at his nametag. "Looking good Lancelot. I love it." She said meaning it, he was a hundred percent Gryffindor that she knew because she had tried convincing Thomas to do it because skirts were the best but he wouldn't budge. Quote:
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The celestially illuminated view was beautiful as usual with her entrance into the classroom. A strong chill like a wind flowing from a mountain peak in winter graced her face. She grew up in cold and it didn't truly bother her, despite the strong chill. Her long blonde hair was in a Viking style braid, she drew her house scarf a little closer. There were small whipping dust storms that carried a rancid stench, worse than the fertilizer composting heap back at the ranch. And she though dragon dung smelled foul! The snakette's pretty face contorted slightly as a wave of the stink hit her. Why were so many of these classes so offensive to the senses???? She spotted her prefect boyfriend and started to make her way to him, but.....she noticed that her steps were a bit.....springier. Ilia's curiosity got the best of her and she began to sort of....skip a bit. Oh, she hoped that this meant something fun. She wanted to do a few flips, the thought of acrobatics were more amusing than the stink was bad, so she dropped her disgust in lieu of it. Sadly, it was time to take her seat, rather than bounce. She took the seat beside Henric and smiled over at him. At least, regardless of whatever Flamsteed had to throw at them, she had him by her. Picking up the 'space blanket' she looked it over curiously and then set it to the side of her desk. Pulling her pet rock out of her pocket, she made George comfortable on the blanket. There. And.....name plaque....She wrote in her neat but curvy handwriting. SPOILER!!: Parchment |
Ailsa had needed three go-'rounds with the lint roller on the table outside of Professor Flamsteed's classroom and she still hadn't managed to get the detritus from her earlier outdoor excursions completely out of her robes. Still, if it wasn't coming out for the lint roller, it wasn't going to come out during class she figured. She did wonder what had necessitated the warning about not using the lint roller as a hairbrush; surely no-one would have actually done that? These things in her head to ponder, she headed into the classroom and immediately steadied herself in reaction to the altered gravity. After a few uncertain steps she started to get the hang of it and saluted the professor. "Dif tor heh smusma, professor. And everyone else too." The last sentence added, pivoting to salute her classmates and to cinch up her cloak. Finally, a class where the cloak was actually useful. Really, she still didn't understand the wizarding world's fascination with the cloak. It was such an unwieldy garment for anything other than cold weather protection. Oh well. She waved to Davie, Haddie, and Rachel as she sought an open seat, finally finding one next to the girl she'd seen following Haddie over to the Gryffindor table on their first night here. Well, she hadn't had a chance to know better then, and she seemed nice. Perhaps a little more interested in her appearance than Ailsa was interested in her own, but she'd been friendly. "Hi," the redhead said as she sat down, "Live long and prosper, I guess. I'm Ailsa. I think you know my cousin." As she waited for the reply, Ailsa pulled the fountain pen from her pocket and filled out the parchment. Yes, she had a quill in there somewhere, but, like the robe, it just wasn't convenient. Besides, she'd filled the pen with the same ink she'd have been using with the quill anyway. On the parchment: Quote:
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Omg why Kat why??? >_< The astronomy tower was soooo far away, Katerina had just finished eating dinner. That was the rough thing about having a evening lesson, she had to make sure she finished her food (since you couldn't bring food or drinks to the lesson). Uncle Asher had told her all about professor spaceman. Yep he sure did. Wobbling up to the seventh floor, Kat was stuffed. Feeling a little queazy, eating too fast to make sure she got to class on time. Once she was at the door of the classroom she stopped. Whoa! Tooth brush? That was a funny looking looking tooth brush. How convenient? A tooth brush before the lesson after dinner. Here goes nothing, Katerina used the lint roller as best as she could brushing her teeth. OMG...... She had lint in her teeth. This was NOT a tooth brush. ITS WAS A LINT ROLLER! Ewwww. Who would use a lint brush as a hair brush? Picking what she could out of her teeth she walks info the classroom. Brrrrrr. What the... cold? Brrrr "Hello Professor admiral. Live long and spout nose hair." Something sounded so wrong with that. She wonder over almost getting swept up by a few tornadoes on the way. She found a seat next to her dorm mate, Kaylee smiling at the girl she wrapped the blanket around her, as the some of others were doing. Reading the board she got out her quill wrote on it and tapped it with her wand. Quote:
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Trixie followed a couple of students into the classroom, she was too busy staring at the back of their heads to notice the lint roller situated at the entrance to the classroom. She wouldn't have known what to do with it even if she had seen it. She did however notice the coldness of the room the moment she entered though and a little shiver ran through her body. It might have taken all her attention but then she noticed how light her feet felt. It felt like she was walking on a huge sponge. She giggled with delight as she bent her knees and pushed off. BOUNCE! BOUNCE! Trixie bounced all the way to a free seat and dropped down into the chair. It was then she noticed the Professor and she gave him an enthusiastic wave. "Hello Professor." Oooh look! A cape! This class was turning out to be awesome. Trixie put the cape on not because she was cold but because it was cool. She then wrote her name and year on a piece of parchment before tapping it with her wand and watching in delight as it turned into a plaque. Quote:
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First ever Astronomy lesson! Carl was excited because this subject was something he had studied in the Muggle World. He could probably at least understand some of the terminologies used! Stopping outside the classroom, he used the lint roller and read the sign next to it. He did not use it as a brush, by the way. As he stepped into the room, he immediately felt a gush of cold air and shivered. It was never this cold at his hometown … maybe it was a Hogwarts thing? But it could not possibly smell this bad all the time here. He decided to ask Professor Flamsteed about it later on. "Live long and prosper," he said and grinned while doing the Vulcan gesture. Was the Professor a fan of Star Trek? It was super cool. "I am Carl Leonard," he introduced himself. He walked around the room in search of a seat and was surprised to find himself bouncing. It was like being on the moon! Well, he had never actually been to the moon, but he read that you could jump really high on the moon. Carl took a seat (after accidentally jumping onto his table) and noticed the blanket. How considerate of the Professor! He wrapped it around him and felt much warmer. Now, he had to write his name onto this piece of parchment. With a tap, he smiled as the parchment turned into a wooden name plaque. Quote:
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Checking his sundial watch and nodding approvingly at what he saw, the Astronomy professor stood up and gave his wand a little flick towards the door to close it. "Good evening, live long and prosper, and welcome to Astronomy with is never to be confused with astrology," he announced whilst giving the entire class another Vulcan salute. He, unlike so many others, was quite comfortable in this unusual environment and the uncanny but subtle smirk he word as he continued to address the class was an indication of his amusement to those observant enough to take notice. As always, there was a methodology to his madness. Well...usually there was. 85%? "For those of you who do not know me, I am Professor Flamsteed - although you may also call me Professor Airey if you so please." The Admiral, well, that was a little selfish bonus to those who wished to call him that. He wouldn't deny anyone the opportunity to do so. "Let's begin today's lesson with a brief discussion about why we study astronomy. What makes humanity look up and want to study the heavens? Furthermore, why do you think it is a subject that young witches and wizards are required to take here at Hogwarts?" At least for the first five years of their education at least. Although, if it was up to him, it would be for all seven. But the man was just a tad biased.
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It was time. Class was called to order and Janelle's attention went to Professor (Admiral) Flamesteed. One never knew what to expect when the astronaut was involved so it was best to give the man your undivided attention. Parchment out, quill at the ready, Janelle listened as the first question was posed. Thinking about it for a moment, Janelle raised her hand. She hoped that she could put her thoughts into words, words that made some kind of sense. "I think we study Astronomy because we are curious about the unknown. I think people are naturally curious......at least I know I am. We know so much about the world we live in, but space........well that is entirely different. We are just a tiny piece of the ginormous universe and we want to know more about it. You know, the final frontier and all." Janelle couldn't help it. She had to throw in the Star Trek reference. As for why it was a required subject at Hogwarts.........well that required a little more thought. "And.....um......I think we are required to take the class because.........we.....need to.........broaden our minds, think outside the box and realize that there is much more "out there" than we could ever imagine." Ok that didn't even make sense to Janelle. She had given it her best shot though. Looking down, she grabbed her quill and prepared to take notes. |
Quick Catch Up! Been here all along c: Astronomy! Hady was ready. Always ready. Even for a night lesson she was ready. With her robes already perfectly clean that didn't keep her from running the lint roller over them as she neared the door. There was no sense in complaining or questioning a rule, it only took her but a second to complete the task anyhow. Setting the lint roller back down on the desk she then stepped through the door way and into the room. The COLD room. Instantly she was hit with a blast of cold air which caused her to shiver just a little on instinct. After a moment however she was alright being used to the cold. Casting a smile at everyone already Hady made her way towards an empty desk near the center. "Live long and prosper, Admiral Airey," she recited on memory holding her hand up and giving him the Vulcan salute as well. Picking up the gift that was already on her chair she sat down and set her bag on the floor at her feet. Opening the box to the space blanket she laid it over her lap, not because she was cold but because it was comfortable. That done she removed her three Pet Rocks Elvis, Flint and Nephrite setting them on the desk. Next she pulled out her self inking quill and filled out the required info on her parchment. Quote:
As for the question being asked at the start of the lesson she raised her hand. "I think we take Astronomy to help broaden our minds about the unknown. To show us that just because things can't be seen don't mind it's not happening all around us." This was a rather vague answer but it could be true on many levels. |
Well whowudathunkit that Astronomy and chill can be done so literally? Tenacius was doing the Darth Vader breathing again, but this time its to see if he can make little shapes with his hands and any kind of mist that could form from his breath. Plus it’s an amusing way to keep your hands warm heh. Now lesson time..... And he had to put his hand up in the air away from the portable heater in the middle of his face. Brrr "Well sailors had to study it to get to places. Cant put sign posts out at sea, so they use the stars so they wont get lost." Nod nod. Sailors are such smart people. "And we are required to take it cuz..... uhm.... I dunno, cuz its paid for? Dad says just cuz we got money don’t mean we should treat it like toilet paper." Quote:
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Rachel giggled at Professor Flamsteed. "Yes, that's true.'' She securely wrapped the blanket around her, instantly feeling warm and more relieved. She preferred warm weather, thank you very much. She watched as her peers filed in and started giggling at Callie. Her poor, poor best friend. "Hello, Haddie. The blanket will keep you warm.'' Rachel turned her head as another Ravenclaw joined her. TIA! "Hello, Tia.'' She smiled sweetly, feeling pleased that the Head Girl had chosen to sit next to her. The first year considered the questions posed to them before raising her hand. "Curiosity, Professor. Many of us would like to know what is happening in space, what happened and what will likely happen.'' She did know this was how it was for her at least. The thirst for knowledge was always there. "I agree with Janelle's answer to the second question and would also like to add that knowing about the stars and so forth could come in handy should we ever get lost, for example, since they could be used for navigation.'' |
Dante felt sorry for the one kid who did confuse the two because he would not keep reminding people if it did not happen in the past. Or maybe no one has and he is just making sure it does not happen in the future. Oh right now question time. Dante's real answer was because it had been required so he had to take it. But he had learned no Professor liked that answer. So guess he will have to come up with a better answer. Sigh. Effort. Dante raised his hand "They want to study the heavens because it is the unknown and we could not go up there in the very distant past. Plus the unknown is always fascinating." It was true. Why do you think kids wanted to know about the Dark Arts. "We also study it so we don't confuse it with Astrology." |
SPOILER!!: Aiiirey Blanket in full use. No way would he suffer this cold for an education he would never need in stars and planets and tornadoes and lint rollers and the like. His name tag sat right there on his desk (tho surely his Head of House new him by NOW). "They study it because it's unknown and people don't like not knowing things." It was kinda like asking a ton of questions when you met someone knew. Had to know all about them in case they were proper friend material or in the worst case, they could be really mean and need avoiding...or lesson teaching...but maybe not in such huuuuge ways as the feast. Still not sorry but hind sight was 20/20. Should have listened to Amur, lured them somewhere lonely and decked 'em harder. |
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He. Had. SEEN her. Amur sort of froze (further than she was already), and blinked back at the Professor. Surely he would understand why she didn't return the salute. It was COLD and well, that wasn't really the reason but it was a good excuse. She was going with it. A tiny nod of the head would have to do. Otherwise, it would have been completely rude. After all, she had been spotted. Amur's attention was snagged by the new bundle of space blanket beside her, and while she couldn't see the kid's face, it did make her smile a little that she had a double. She could only imagine what it looked like, and she settled a little further into her cozy, temporary home. From here, she could safely try and decipher Flamsteed's attire, while he started the class and jolted them all off with a question. There was one particular answer about toilet paper that had her breaking into a wide grin. She liked it. That was a good one. Why did they want to study the heavens? She couldn't really think of a better answer than those that had already been given. It took some serious thought, her brows knitting together. Finally, some small thing jolted in her head, and she poked a finger (to serve as an arm) out of her warm bundle of blanket. "We study it so we can understand our own planet better, and how very small we are." Yup. Which gave a nice tie-in to her next answer. "And Hogwarts teaches it so we can understand.............each other." Which, what she really meant was understand the man in the suit. As in....their head of house. She was convinced that was the main, if unspoken, reason for astronomy being in the curriculum. Not so much for the great wonders of the beyond, but because without it Flamsteed just wouldn't quite make sense if they didn't know something about the beyond, and interacting with him would be a relatively lost cause. After all, he was Star Man. |
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Kay was liking Professor Flamsteed more and more every second.The curly haired girl straightened up when he start class, while wrapping her blanked more snugly around here ' It was quite cold.' She raised her hand when he started to ask some questions, she quickly lower her hand back under the space blanket before answering. "We like to study astronomy because we are naturally curious about the unknown. Us, humans have been studying space for centuries, yet there is so much we don't know yet, like exactly how expansive the universe is or if there is other planets with, or the capability of supporting, life on them. It truly is the final frontier. " The young girl finished up, with a grinned. |
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Kitty wrapped the blanket around her body. She pulled it over her head so that it looked like she was wearing a cool silver hood. It felt so good to have this blanket, she didn't know what she would have done if Professor Flamsteed hadn't provided one. She listened to Professor Flamsteed's question. It was a interesting question, and she listened to the first few answers curiously. Then she raised her hand to give her own take. "We love looking at the heavens and studying them because they are beautiful and mysterious. I mean just look at them. Who knows what might be out there? The sky is so far away but that's part of what makes it so fun to study. Kind of like History of Magic. Like for example, I'm right now really fascinated by the Tapestry in the Fourth Floor corridor. One day I was reading Hogwarts A History and three news paper articles fell out of it. I read them and I found out that there is a whole story about that Tapestry. In the newspaper it said that three professor's were injured and had to be carried off to the Hospital Wing because of some 'mysterious force' coming from behind the Tapestry. They were okay, but then later one of the students owls was injured and the Care of Magical Creatures guy was almost killed by a red beam of light when he took his class out to look for Mooncalves! Headmistress Loryen (she was Headmistress at the time) said she knew what the attackers wanted, but she couldn't tell anyone! Anyway, after I read that article I looked behind the Tapestry and I couldn't see anything. They must have sealed it up, and that means that there is a secret passageway behind this tapestry!" Kitty stopped then, feeling a little awkward at how far she had taken her answer. "So I guess studying the starts is like that for people." Awkward! |
Alriiiiight class was starting on time which meant maaaaybe they'd get out early because this was the first class and all and then he'd get to go back to the dorms and SLEEP. Gosh that sounded great. Granted, leaving early wasn't very likely but optimism was always helpful. Now to answer the question. Whyyyy oh why did anyone care about stars and stuff. Ollie was pretty sure he'd learned this in a previous year but he wasn't the best at school so he really couldn't remember. The boy looked up and tried to imagine what the people from forever ago must have thought when they saw the stars and moon and sun. Coming up with a fairly good answer, he raised his hand. "People looked up at night and were like 'whoa so pretty' so then they decided they wanted to know what the pretty things were. Aaaand there was this huge ball of fire in the sky sometimes and not at other times so I'm sure they were curious about that too." Because you can't go your whole life not knowing what the big hot thing in the sky was, really. And as for why they had to learn it as students??? "And we are forced to learn it becaauuse we deserve to be taught by a cool professor like you?" A HUNDRED POINTS FOR SLYTHERIN! |
SPOILER!!: the friends Having given Professor Flamsteed a salute back and carefully wrapping her blanket around her Mel listened to what others had said…slytherin boy had a good point. MAYBE he was someone she should talk to about all the unknowns of Hogwarts? Also…his face O________________O… That wasn’t important now, what was important was the fact that her friends were in the class with her. “I do agree with Ace…I mean Tenacius about the fact that the stars were used for navigation because they were always there…and I believe that Torrance has a point too” she grinned. “but I think what that guy…sorry” she muttered as she pointed at Dante “has a really good point about studying the unknown, the unknown is why we also study divinations I believe” she grinned. “…I also think its because of the timeless question of are we alone in this universe and the greater reaches of the galaxy” yep. Aliens. She went there. |
"Dif tor heh smus-ma?" Sam repeated back doubtfully, once again trying to copy someone else's accent to make it sound right. It seemed that was going to be the theme of her first year. At least she'd attempted it though, right? That had to earn her, well, something. She unfolded her blanket as quietly as she could and wrapped it round herself as Flamsteed started the class. They weren't easy questions, and she took a few moments to gather her thoughts. There'd been more nights than she could count when she'd slept out under the stars. Or, at least, the stars behind clouds. Most of those hadn't been all that pleasant, but there were a few when she'd been able to sit up high on a rooftop and enjoy taking in the vastness of the universe. "Cos it's bad to limit ou'selves teh just a small area, ain't it? 'specially when dere's all dat expanse up there teh explore. 'ho knows wat we might find." She nodded upwards to imply the sky. As for why at Hogwarts? For her at least, that was easy! "Cos dere much easier to see 'ere than in the bright city lights of Lan-dan." Light pollution was definitely a thing there. |
Oh... what was that smell? Daxton had not moved very far from the door upon taking a seat, and likely still had the benefit of the air from outside the classroom for at least a few seconds while everyone walked in. But suddenly there was a great waft of stench, and Daxton gagged, before breaking into a none too pleasant coughing fit. Was that thing here? The one with the poisonous perfume? The new Divination teacher and potential hag? There was no time to look; Daxton was busy using his space blanket to hold over his mouth and nose before the odour of the room made him throw up. Then Airey Flamsteed was right there, and Daxton gave him an accusatory look. That smell, was it him? Did he bring it over here? Because if so, he needed to leave. Wait, what... oh... the... Daxton frowned, though with his face half-hidden, all that was visible was a subtle furrowing of the brow as he looked back up at Airey Flamsteed, trying and failing to gauge the man's expression. He had come over here, addressing Daxton (by name), because his name plaque had not been right. But if he already knew his name - and had just proven the fact - then why was it necessary? Answer: it was not. But it was a rare opportunity for fun. Now manoeuvring around the space blanket he kept over his mouth and nose (and quite uncomfortably warm it was getting under there too), Daxton reached across to turn the parchment over, then wrote something new on the other side. A tap of his wand, and he had a new plaque. Quote:
He did not bother to answer the question put to the class, partly because he was only just getting around to retrieving his notebook from his bag, and partly because the only answer he had in mind was that Astronomy, the universe in general, was interesting. Not the boring kind of interesting, things people claimed were interesting and fun but were probably just lying, but the overwhelming kind of interesting. There was always something else to learn from the universe; it was limitless, there always was the opportunity to discover something that nobody else had discovered, if enough time was devoted to studying it. And aside from all that, as someone who felt as though he was not human in anything other than appearance, studying the universe and anything that was not Earth was the closest Daxton ever felt to being home. As for why it was a compulsory subject, adults just liked telling children what to do, and what to study. It was as simple as that. |
After making his name tag into a plank of wood, he decided to get settled. He pulled out his pet rock, Rockanne, and set her on the desk. Austin thought it would be nice if Rockanne got to see her former owner. Hopefully Admieral Flamsteed wouldn't mind. Austin was unsure how to answer the question. There were many reasons why they studied Astronomy. To better understand, probably. To understand the universe. To understand the stars. Or even better.... To understand how the universe effects us. He really wasn't sure what the answer was, or even if there was a right one. But this year was a year for change, and he was going for it. He raised his hand and waited to be called on. "Do we study because we want to learn more?" That was really vague, so he cleared his throat, and tried again. "What I mean is, the stars and planets all effect what we do. Planet and star alignments effect both spell casting and potion making. Everything goes hand in hand." At the very least, he knew Astronomy meant something. It wasn't just some class they took. |
Professor Flamsteed returned her greeting and at least to her, didn’t seem bothered by her less than stellar attempt at his desired ‘salute’. Maybe he was being nice and figuring he couldn’t expect perfection on the first try. Olivia would be making a note to practice it and improve so she could show him in a later class. But for now, she was getting ready for when the class was to begin in earnest while the man made his way around the other students. When the door was closed, her attention was back on the professor. Time to begin and when Flamsteed spoke and confirmed it, her full attention was with him. Astronomy….NOT astrology. Got it. And she was already aware of the man’s name. Now for the questions posed to them, she thought for a few moments before raising her hand to answer. “I think we study the heavens, and its a required class, for the same reason we study history. So that we can try to understand what came before in hopes that it would help as know about and possibly understand today.” Grandfather Nairne would likely agree, the man having shown her an appreciation for history at least. |
Astrology was one of Esme's interests, so it was a shame that they wouldn't be discussing it, BUT she knew how Professor Flamsteed felt about the subject. Real shame, but understandable. He was a man of science and that meant that he had no time for Divination. The questions he asked were interesting, but everyone else was already voicing what she would have responded with. Instead of sounding like a broken record she decided to begin taking notes. Hopefully they would get to the activity portion soon, because unlike Teddy she wasn't big on theory. |
Text Cut: itsgisselx3 Ohh, look! New friend alert! Ariadne didn't really have time to launch into conversation with the boy, though, because the professor was starting class. BUT HIII! He was most welcome, and YES, she did smell that---well, whatever that was. Text Cut: sweetpinkpixie Live long and prosper. Ariadne still needed to figure out what in the name of Merlin that meant. Whatever it was, it seemed to be the common way to greet people around here, so Ariadne smiled when the professor returned her greeting. Then he proceeded to greet the class as a whole with the exact same saying! Maybe he just really cared about his students and had lots and lots of well wishes for them. He DID seem like a huge people-loving person, so it would make sense. Professor Flamsteed? Professor Airey? Admiral? Hadn't she heard that one a time or two? Hmm...PROFESSOR AIREY! That's the one Ariadne chose! So from here on out, that's what this professor would be known as in her eyes! And now Professor Airey had a question! Ariadne thought about what she wanted to say and then raised her hand. "I think it's because the heavens are way, way up there and out of our reach, and we're curious about the things that are THAT far away. OH, and you know what else I think? I think that people know there are some pretty scary things out there! Things that can crash into us and change everything," she said. "That's why we study Astronomy at Hogwarts. We need to know what's out there, too. OHH!!! And, there's some potions that require knowledge about the moon to brew the right way." WHOA. Ariadne surprised herself. She didn't think she knew lots about Astronomy, but she had LOTS to say about those questions. |
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Granted, it had nothing to do with the professor and his teaching. There were just so many answers that could be given, he didn't know which one to pick. There was no doubt some scientifically intelligent genius answer to it, but all he could come up with was, "'Cause we haven't conquered it yet." It was also cool. Just like this room. Freezing his toes off. Made it difficult to think. |
Norah just nodded along to whatever language Professor Flamsteed had responded with, not even bothering to ask about it because she KNEW it'd all go right over her head. Nearly everything did, after all. It wasn't her fault she was so short. This question wasn't too bad, though. There were loads and loads and loads of answers to it that would probably be considered correct (by her, anyways), but she'd pick her very favorite one to share. Extracting her arm from her blanket cocoon, Norah put a hand in the air and tried to send Professor Flamsteed some telepathic messages to pick her before her hand FELL OFF and she had to live her ENTIRE LIFE without it. This was a good class 'n all, but she wasn't sure that was worth it. "I think people have wanted to learn about astronomy forever 'cause it's RIGHT THERE, y'know? We see the stars and moon and stuff every single night, and if that's not enough to make people curious then I dunno what is. So we study it here 'cause who wouldn't want to know about such cool stuff? AND because learning about what happens in space teaches us a lot about what happens on Earth. Which is important." Y'know, because reasons. Those were a whole nother story, though, and NOT her favorite part, so somebody else could elaborate on that. It'd probably be Soph, if she were still here. But she wasn't. |
SPOILER!!: Sochya eh dif. Ailsa aligned her plaque neatly on her desk and sneaked a look at her neighbor's. 'Kitty Valentine,' it read as its owner seemed to prefer letting the plaque speak for itself. As the other students chimed in with answers the paler-than-usual-thank-you-very-much-freezing-cold-room girl had time to come up with a well reasoned answer. At least that was the theory. What she actually said, however, was a bit less well-plotted. "Because it's there." It felt as though she needed more. "It's this giant mystery that's always just sort of looming above us. Isn't that enough of a reason to want to study it? I mean, sure, it's useful for navigation, but we learned that from studying it, so that can't be what made us wonder about it in the first place, right?" She paused, pulling herself back into practicality. "As for why it's required, well, realistically, that's probably because a bunch of adults got together in a room and decided that they didn't trust students enough to think we'd understand the importance on our own and still take it if it were optional." Another little pause. "Though they probably wouldn't phrase it that way if you asked them." |
Oh..... Mmmm "Oh, I meant live long, and prosper!" Duh Kat duh! Her cheeks were very red. Well this was a tad bit embarrassing. Okay yes that was very embarrassing. When Kat got it her after writing on the nametag she slumped into the seat. So she sat there quietly with the warm blanket around her. Until the lesson started. Why did people study astronomy? "Curiosity?" Or someone who was obsessed with astronomy. Yeah. That was probably why anyone would want to study astronomy. |
SPOILER!!: Aireyyyyy <3 Her hand gesture thing must have been right because she didn't get corrected on it. It had taken two terms, but she got it....at least close enough. This muggling stuff was hard for her. He smiled and got her name mostly right in pronunciation, good enough. Astronomy , not astrology...hand gesture.....yep those were the fingers she parted. She DID get it right. Henric would have to give her points for muggling later. What made humans want to study space? She had studied more on the subject over the summer, perhaps the 'Admiral' would appreciate that she had advanced her education and even read some muggle works on the matter. "All life, everything around us is interconnected. Muggle or magical, we all feel that connection , even subconsciously. We heed the call of the heavens, because the cosmos is within us. We are children born of the heavens, made of star stuff." Hopefully that was not too poetic or philosophical, the sixteen year old found herself toying with her hair to give herself a moment. As for why witches and wizards at Hogwarts needed to take it....."The cycles of the universe affect everything in life, including our magic. Different phases of the moon and cycles of the planets can optimize a spell or affect the entire outcome of certain potions." Well, she had spoken enough for now. Ilia found the older she got, the less shy she was and the more she spoke. |
Oh girl oh girl oh girl! He was surrounded by girls! One of which (Amur) had asked if he had a girlfriend Now then, onto to the bright star man's question. "Space, as they say, is the final frontier," David answered with his hand up, unknowingly referencing something which was maaaaaaybe important to his professor. "We look up because it's the last place we have to go. And we wizards have to help the Muggles study space because we're very good at advancing science, and advances we make for Astronomy's sake also benefit other areas of life. Like.... medicine!" There, that was a good answer. Think of all the Healers at St. Mungo's they were helping right now. Sort of. |
Dot sniffed a bit at the professor, because he was grinning like an idiot and didn't seem to realize that she was displeased with him. No, not displeased. She was mad at him. Werewolves! Pips! ANGERBALL! But also, she wasn't stupid enough to refuse to participate in class altogether, and so, after waiting a good long moment for her classmates to answer, Dot raised her hand too. She tucked it back into her blanket as soon as called upon. "We push our boundaries. We always have. It's human nature. There's an ocean to cross, we cross it. There's another ocean, a continent, the distance to the moon, to Mars... and beyond. There's a whole galaxy to discover." |
Astronomy was fiiiiine for Hugo, he had no trouble with this subject and was walking happily to the classroom. Besides it was at night and that was cool. The room was cold but nothing that he couldn't handle and also Flamsteed gave them a blanket. Free gifts. Hehe. He greeted the professor with his usual What's up? followed by the Vulcan salute and the Long live and prosper. He wrote down his full name. FULL NAME? He didn't like his middle name. SPOILER!!: And the wood plaque appeared. It looked good, even his middle name. Mhm. Alright the class started and first question. He thought for a minute and after he raised his hand, "Because it is cool, I mean, there are so many things in the universe that we can find and learn about. New galaxies, planets, stars" all that "It is a big mystery of what else could there be" Did it made sense? Hopefully. |
SPOILER!!: Name Plate Bella sat quietly as the class started and Professor Flamsteed started the lesson. She was a little confused by the salute he and quite a few others did, but followed suit as best she could, moving her fingers in the right position. The last thing she wanted to do was break any rules by not doing it. She made a mental note to ask someone about it later. Perhaps Ilia would be able to explain things to her later once class was over. She had tried to sit as close to the older student as she could, but it did quite work out as she planned. This room was a little too cold for her liking so she wrapped herself up snuggly in the blanket the professor provided and tried her best to stay awake. She was very much interested in Astronomy, but around this time she would have been getting ready for bed. Yes, she was an early sleeper. She thought for a moment before raising her hand to answer the questions that was asked. "Umm... I agree that we study it because we're curious and also isn't our survival linked to the cosmos? I mean the near star heats the earth and the phases of the moon with the ocean tides." she replied, before covering a yawn. It was basic information that everyone should know about the sun and moon and how they affected the earth. She wasn’t too sure why young witches and wizards had to study it, but she had a feeling that it probably was needed to do certain magical things. |
Text Cut: Flammy ...The man was talking to him, even as the eleven-year-old bundled up in his space blanket, and Callum's eyebrows shot upward in mild alarm as the professor brought up what they had discussed just yesterday at the feast. An... opportunity? "Oh?" A science-related opportunity? A geology-related opportunity? The Gryffindor sat up a bit straighter in his bundle, a smile spreading across his face to accompany his entranced eyes, and he nodded with vigor. "Yes, sir. I will." He would stop by straight away, he would see to it, because he could not even fathom what Flamsteed had in store for him. He was simply as excited as he could ever be. He was considering what kinds of things the professor may have had in mind when class began, and as excited as he was about their forthcoming office meeting, Callum's attention immediately shifted from thoughts of the meeting to the present. This was the class he had most been looking forward to and he was not going to miss a single word of the lecture, and immediately, he thought 'Professor Airey' had a nice ring to it. He actually preferred that over 'Professor Flamsteed,' which felt like much more of a mouthful, and 'Airey' just seemed to suit him more. It was kind of a funny name, was it not? Airey? Was it short for something, or did it mean something? Callum was unsure, but he tucked this nugget of knowledge away in his brain. Professor Airey, then. The question the professor posed was one that made Callum actually give an audible hum of thought, and he burrowed tighter in his space blanket cocoon as if that would cover up the fact that he had just accidentally made a noise aloud. The answer was clear to him, really, but he was apprehensive about verbalizing it. Professor Airey already knew he was interested, he knew he was excited about this class most of all, but... what if he said something wrong? The professor no-doubt had high expectations for him already with his interest in science, but what if Callum opened his mouth, said something wrong, and lost all of the professor's respect? He could not let that happen. So, instead of answering aloud, Callum snuck a hand out from his cocoon to pick up his quill, completely ignoring the others' answers, and he wrote, heavily engrossed in his own thoughts: We study the universe because we are the universe. We are the stars. The stars live within us. The stardust that makes up our being gave us life, and we would be nothing without the scientific processes of the ever-expanding universe. The study of astronomy is important to us because it hones in on where we came from, it helps us see what we will become, and how we will thrive. It shows us that we are so more than we are while simultaneously being so much less than we are. We are incredibly-made in this universe, a beacon of light as we exemplify the potential we have as living beings, but we are also just the smallest speck in all that resides beyond planet Earth. Astronomy gives us perspective, it gives us purpose, and it gives us hope for even more magnificent things to discover. The universe beckons to be studied, to be analyzed, to be explored, just as we need oxygen to survive. The universe is calling for us, and we need to answer that call. That. That was why they needed to study astronomy, and Callum gave another hum, this time of satisfaction, as he set his quill down. |
Pffft. You could have fooled her, Professor. Kaycee was still cold, thank you very much. As for the question. She raised a space blanket covered silver hand. "It's so we stop making out in the astronomy tower. We associate it with school and it instantly loses the romance." Yup. That was the sole purpose of this class. |
I can't believe I missed a chance to properly introduce her ugh Katherine had noted the... let's say, less gravity, as well as the winds and - the lint roller. She'd of course used it properly, without getting it near her neatly braided hair, and then picked a seat in the FIRST row. The memory of the first charms lesson was still fresh in her mind, but Professor Flamsteed looked like a whole different person. She was clearly eager for this class (not so much for the winds), but lo and behold! They were provided with space blankets! Her face lit up at that, and she eagerly opened it to snuggle beneath. Ahhhhh, this was nice! She quickly did the parchment thing ('Katherine Moss'), and when it turned into a wooden plaque, a soft "Ohhh!" escaped her mouth. This was such a nice gesture and while she had initially thought that she wouldn't like astronomy, she would certainly like the professor, who began to talk, so she listened attentively. Professor Flamsteed - yes, she knew that. Would the professor know she was Katherine Moss now? And who was even thick enough to confuse astronomy with astrology? They were two completely different topics - save for the fake use of stars in the fake science of astrology. And finally, they were asked the first question. However, she didn't answer right away. She wanted to see how things worked in this class. SHE had a question too - they weren't supposed to do that weird salute, were they? She didn't think she could seperate her fingers like that. Anyway, answers. She listened carefully to her classmates. Some had really neat answers, and it was her turn to answer at last. She had to say something unique... so she raised her hand and said "To add to what my classmates said," she said in a clear tone confidently, "we study it to time some potions ingredients. Polyjuice is a good example of that: we need to pick fluxweeds at full moon." Hear that, class? She had been a student here for barely a few days, and she already knew about Polyjuice AND potion ingredients. "And, I think, to know our limits, because we can only advance as far as the universe itself." Did the professor like her answer? |
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SPOILER!!: First Question Penelope reentered the classroom just after Flamsteed had started class, and was once again greeted by the cold. Maybe this lesson would have something to do with weather. Although the Ravenclaw common room wasn't far away, the riddles were sometimes difficult to solve. Flamsteed had told her to go to her dorm, so it would be okay if she was slightly late, right? The pink pygmy puff had been delivered to her dorm, and she had brought back a fuzzy blue blanket with her. She brought the blanket over to where Haddie was sitting. "I heard you needed an extra blanket." Couldn't let Haddie freeze to death. She had heard Haddie say that she was from Southern California. People from Southern California were not very tolerant of cold weather. After delivering the blanket to Haddie, Penelope went back to her desk. Ah, the question that was usually asked in some form at least once every year. Why did people study astronomy? "Some ancient cultures used astronomy to create calendars to assist in agriculture so people knew when to plant and when to harvest crops. Beyond ancient agricultural interests, there is the want to develop an understanding of the universe, a desire for knowledge. Curiosity. " Penelope took note of her ideas on her parchment. It was always interesting to see what ideas she and her classmates could come up with. |
Well of course Trixie had absolutely no idea why they studied Astronomy. All she knew about the subject is what her uncle Oliver had told her and that was it was a total waste of time. And that was probably because he had failed the subject and his head was too busy full of Runes. She wrote down what the other students were saying but she felt that she should add something. "Maybe it's to prove that the moon isn't made out of cheese." She said with her hand raised in the air. |
Brian pulled out a pen, smiling a little at the classroom. Really, in the three years he'd been a student there, the Hufflepuff had never quite understood why his classmates chose to use quills and ink when there were far less messy and far more convenient ways to take notes. He'd really missed this place. He felt relevant here. That the stuff he was learning actually mattered outside Hogwarts. He wrote his name and year on the parchment, before a small heaviness settled on him as he tapped it with his wand. What if he never made a difference in this class? What if he was doomed to only glimpse into other peoples' more brilliant minds and never come up with something worth sharing himself? That's pretty much what he'd been doing the past three years. Brian had to think for a while because even though that was a very normal question for the first lesson of the term and he was too sleepy to think properly, he made a small stretching movement thing to keep his brain awake because for once, he just wanted to provide something useful to the lesson and not just stay silent and take notes or something because this guy was probably the only person around who cared about physics and science and it was as close as the Hufflepuff was going to get to a real science class. And he missed the Muggle world a lot and just UGH. Deep breath, Woods. "Because even though it might not be magical in itself - though it's science and science is pretty much magic - it influences other magic. Like how picking fluxweed at the new moon is different from picking it at the full moon or half moon. It changes Potions, Herbology, I think it effects Charms and Transfiguration too, like certain spells are more potent at different times but I can't prove that." He was calm, yeah, totally calm. And the Hufflepuff slumped back in his seat and resumed note-taking. Who knew in-class participation took so much effort? |
People were saying a LOT of waffley things that sounded impressive but really didn't MEAN much to Charlotte. She knew plenty enough about Astronomy, hard not to given her parents (and her dad in particular) but sometimes people just sort of said things that made it sound like they were way more impressed with themselves than they should be. Of course, her best friend (DAVID TRUEBRIDGE. HERS. NOBODY ELSES) said pretty good stuff. Some other people did too but it was really hard to actually listen to all of them (how did Flamsteed do it though actually?). Char put her hand up and sort of waved it around a bit, getting distracted with that until she was finally called on. "Astronomy isn't just about stars and big stuff up there in the sky, its about time and distance and location and learning about how to measure those things based on what we see up there and when we see it, depending where we are when we do the looking, and like...use those measurements in life and stuff!" Definitely cool. ............. a burning question occurred to her ALL OF A SUDDEN, and she tacked it onto her answer. "Professor have any snails ever been in space?!" |
Yes, she did read the rules: no food and drink allowed in this class. But couldn't he make a little exception today? Pffft... Maybe not. Ava started missing some classes that always provided food. Like... Professor Cassie's class. She wrapped herself with the blanket that Professor had provided and waited until the class started. Once the Professor had spoken, she listened carefully and tried not to sleep (or die due to hypothermia). And why they have to study study Astronomy? It's mandatory. Ava almost wanted to say that but clearly Professor Flamsteed wouldn't be pleased to hear that. So she raised her hand and answered. "It's important because... It makes us realize that the universe is so huge and this world is not as a same size as a pea." Yes, there are any other planets, stars, moon... EVERYTHING! |
Zeke didn't care for Astronomy, at all. He didn't need it, didn't understand it, and had long since given up on it. But unfortunately he wouldn't be able to drop it until his sixth year. Sighs for life. Why he had to go through the hassle of Astronomy O.W.Ls was beyond him. Fiddling with his space blanket thing that was all shiny and distracting, Zeke let his mind wonder to other thoughts and subjects that weren't at all related to WHY they studied Astronomy. It just wasn't relevant. In the same way that Divination wasn't relevant - but okay, that was a little bit harsh, putting the two in the same box. He was 100% aware that Flamsteed would have his head if he'd been aware of that categorisation. Divination was bogus... yes, but Astronomy was boring. No offence, Flammers. |
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As for her question… “They have. In fact, snails make great little astronauts. I can point you in the direction of some additional reading on the subject after class if you would like.” Quote:
“A pea is still a generous size comparison,” he chuckled. VERY generous, really. Quote:
And thank Merlin the man was not a Legilimens. Nodding his head approvingly at the class, the professor turned towards his pet rock and jabbed his thumb towards the class in a very 'will you get a load at all that brilliance?' sort of manner. With a few exceptions, that is, but overall very impressive. "Stellar," he applauded the class. Hopefully they all had been paying attention to what their classmates had been saying. Especially that bit about NOT snogging in the Astronomy Tower. "As many of you alluded to in your answers, astronomy is much more than any textbook definition will tell you and why humanity has elected to pursue knowledge in the cosmos is quite varied. While many may consider it to be more of a modern science, it has, in fact, been around since the dawn of humankind. We are all descended from astronomers and carry within us innate curiosity to look up to the sky and wonder why. To echo the sentiment of many of you, when we study astronomy, we are not only learning about the universe we exist in...but we are learning about ourselves as well and seeing how the very atoms that make up our bodies are a part of the grand design that is the universe. Astronomy connects us all. As many of you already mentioned, Astronomy has strong connections with many of the other subjects taught here at Hogwarts and is also extremely important with the study of Alchemy. Furthermore, what we cover today and in the coming weeks will all be applicable information to be used on a joint field trip with Herbology and Muggle Studies later on in the term." Yes. Here was a carrot and he was dangling it. Although he was not all that fond of carrots personally. Dangling a danish would have been the more appealing term. "Now, I can't help but notice you are all experiencing mild discomfort," he mused with a cheeky little grin. He was quite content over here with his Bubble Head Charm and space blanket suit. Heh. "Are the conditions in the classroom not hospitable? How could conditions in the classroom be adjusted to make it a more comfortable environment? Please only say one thing each." OOC: class will resume in approximately 24 hours from the time of this post ^_^ |
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHH SPACE SNAILS!?!!!?!!! Charlotte stood up in excitement, which turned out to be a mistake since it sent her floating UP well into the air. If she was supposed to focus on answering questions now when she was a) floating and b) there were books about SNASTRONAUTS (snail astronauts) then that was just too bad because it wasn't happening. |
Ooh this was one Trixie could answer because it was so obvious. To her anyway. She raised her hand high in the air almost lifting herself out of the seat. "A little warmth would be nice." The cold hadn't been so noticeable at first but the longer she sat there, the more she could feel it. |
He noticed that, 'ol HoH being taken aback by what he said, and the boy's bright blue-green eyes expressed much amusement since his grin is currently hidden behind his hands. Yeah imagine scraping those things on your downstairs. What fun. Not. And on to the lecture. Tenacius prodded the self-writing quill with his elbow to take notes. Theres a good reason now see? Hands are busy, he's not lazy. But whoah full stop. Did the Prof just say fieldtrip? They be goin' out yaaaas! Are the conditions in the classroom not hospitable? Oh so the Prof was aware? "Its cold and it stinks but I thought this is just how it is for this classroom. Y'know like how swamps are swamps and not a perfumery." How can they make it more comfortable? "Uh… install windows? Keep the cold out and maybe the stink?" |
As her answer was given she set her hands back down on her lap. The salute she received from Admiral Airey was welcomed with a smile. Nice. Listening to the answers of those given around her Hady couldn't help but notice that nearly everyone was covering themselves up with their space blankets. True as it was that she herself did have her own blanket covering her lap she honestly wasn't very cold. With a slight laugh under her breath she brought her attention back to the Professor. Mentions of a joint field trip had certainly gotten her attention. Yes! Field trips were always the best! It didn't matter if said trip was boring it was a break from lessons and a chance to get outside the area of Hogwarts with friends. Whatever it happened to be this term was going to be looked forward too. However a question was asked and Hady had to cap her thoughts and focus once more. "Personally I'm used to the cold so it doesn't exactly bother me any but maybe the use of a simple heating charm or any other number of charms could be used depending on the discomfort one is currently experiencing?" A simple answer really but an answer none-the-less. |
Carl pulled his blanket closer to him and shivered slightly, his cold hand no longer holding his quill. He had ... kind of given up on taking notes. But he would have seven more years of Astronomy lessons, so he would be able to catch up. For now, he was focusing on keeping himself warm. And listening to Professor Flamsteed, of course. He thought the answer to this question was easy, if not obvious. The Hufflepuff raised his hand and when called on, said, "It would be good if we stop getting lifted up into the air whenever we move. I mean, it's fun, but a bit uncomfortable for a lesson." He was thinking of talking about the cold air, but other students have done so already, and there was a Gryffindor girl floating in the air. Oops. |
Wait, why he was chuckling when she mentioned that this world is not as a same size as a pea? She didn't find any appropriate size to explain about small things beside the pea. Well, maybe she would find it later. Did he just mention about the join field trip with Herbology and Muggle Studies class too? Awesome! The young lioness just couldn't wait for that time. And now the Astronomy Professor mentioned about how this classroom should be hospitable. Hospitable? Well, she didn't want Professor Flamsteed to turn the classroom into as hospital. Ava didn't like hospitals. It's creepy, full of sick and dying people, it's also had a weird strong scent. But clearly, there's something wrong from this classroom. "Professor, I think we need a light and warmth from the sun. But I don't need you to change this classroom into a hospital or whatever." the young lioness spoke up. |
SPOILER!!: llia <3 Henric blinked in amazement. Woah....woaaah! Where were all of her new found confidence came from?! Her answers were...absolutely spectacular! She even got herself five points from Admiral Flamsteed too! As expected of bis brilliant girlfriend, way to go llia and gave her two thumbs up. His teeth was chattering now, his blanket pulled over his head for extra coverage. He was too cold to answer the first question.*sigh* Henric raised his hands,"Admiral s-sir...is it possible if we c-could just let the sunrays come in...a little heat generated w-would be nice too," he suggested as he tried to stop his mouth from shivering. Naturally, the side of his body leaned closer to llia. Hehe. Prince George, her petrock seemed to relish the comfort of the warm blanket. Eyeing her rock a little, he pulled his blanket closer to his body even more. |
Janelle took notes as her classmates gave their answers to the first question. She kind of wished that she had brought her gloves to class because her hands were freezing (as was the rest of her). The space blanket couldn't help that and her fingers were starting to cramp up from the writing and the cold. When Professor Flamsteed moved on to ask his second question, Janelle's hand shot up into the air. She was too slow apparently because someone presented her answer before she had a chance to share it. The hot air charm would definitely be good to warm things up in the classroom. By the time Janelle was called on, she had switched to plan B or answer B, as the case may be. "We could definitely stand for the room to be made warmer. Maybe bluebell flames could help a little bit." As for the incredible stench, well that was another problem entirely. Fortunately Janelle was pretty adept at breathing through her mouth and trying not to smell. Even so, she couldn't help but catch a whiff every now and then. And it was not pretty. |
Short and Sweet...like sugar Torrance jerked his hand up in the air to give this answer! His blanket falling off his head. "Sir could we have some hot Cocoa....with sugar" He mumbled the last part. "I know we can't have food or drink in class, but something warm like that'd be a big help." Plus the sugar for Torrance. Give him Sugar Flamsteed!!! |
Kaylee was giggling at the antics of the professor. She loved his uses of "Stellar!" She smiled a little sadly at his Carl Sagan quote, it was one of her late father's favorite quotes from one of his favorite quote. The curly haired girl shook her head to shake her memories of her dad out of her head. It may have been a few years ago but the death of her parents still make her cry at random times, and she didn't need to embarrass herself in two classes. Getting back to the class, Kay listened to the next question that Professor Flamsteed asked them, and to her fellow classmates had already answered. 'Those were all good ideas.' she thought to herself. She glanced around the classroom trying to think of anything else that would make them feel more comfortable. Her eyes landed on the professor again, and this time she actually paid attention to what he was actually wearing. 'He was dress very similar to a astronaut.She observed. 'Is that the answer he wants? If so, cool!' Kay put her hand up and answered the question: "We can dress like astronauts, like what you are sort of doing, sir. It would help with the smell and with the cold." She said softly. |
Rachel smiled at Professor Flamsteed's head bow as she adjusted her space blanket tighter around her. She glanced over at Haddie, hoping her best friend was okay now before directing her attention to the book in front of her so that she could make notes in the form of jottings. What perked the girl's interest was the mention of the joint lesson of Astronomy, Muggle Studies and Herbology. She wondered what this lesson could be about but as long as it involved plants, she didn't mind what they did. Rachel raised her hand once more. "Perhaps the use of an Insulation Charm, Professor. We would all be extensively less cold then.'' Poor Henric was obviously having a difficult time coping with the extreme cold. |
A smile played on her lips at the professor's response to her answer. Stellar. She'd said something right...and got a little nod too. Hopefully she could keep it up with the next questions too. It wasn't that cold in here, especially wrapped up in her space blanket. And for that reason, and the fact that others were bound to say it, Sam felt no need to comment on it. She'd roughed it in colder...as had plenty of others. It was chilly, but not threatening. So what else what there? The bounciness, that was a thing. Though rather than an annoyance, she thought it was pretty cool. "The spinneh fings," she settled on, pointing at one as it whistled past her as she wasn't sure what they were called. "We could do wiff sum protection from 'em." These ones were generally small, but if one got bigger, or managed to pick up one of their quills or books, then they were certainly a risk. "Armour'd do t'trick. Like...tah 'nsure a quill ain't gonna stab us if it got caught in one." |
Arista grabbed the blanket and decided to put it on her legs the cold had started to affect her and the blanket was warranted. Thanks Flamsteed. At least he had thought of his poor cold babies, not enough as to not let them be cold babies but ehh. She had been trying to warm her body up so she hadn't really noticed that Flamsteed had started to speak until he had gotten to the end of his speal. Her interest perked at the mention of Muggle Studies and Astronomy. That sounded like fun and good for her Muggle Studies was her best class. Make it more hospitable? Well the normal answer would be to make it warmer, not wanting to follow the crowd Arista's hand shot out and she said the first thing that came to her mind "Make it colder." Erm what?? Had she really just suggested that. Oh well, no going back now. Maybe she should have put more thought into her original unique answer. Next time. |
He was still watching the mini tornadoes going around the room--it was fine 'cause his quill was taking ....decent notes that he'd decipher later but really....dem tornadoes. It was kinda odd that Charlotte asked about snails in space and everyone had the right idea about this place needing more warmth but all Blaise could see where the dust devils--AND the smug look on the Professor's face. Was he...was he...enjoying this? When the boy thought about it, his Head of House DID seem happy with himself after cuffing him to Davie. What was this man? "Cold aside, don't reckon we'd be very happy if these tornadoes keep running around. I mean they're fun but like if one steals my notebook or my quill.........." |
SPOILER!!: Professor YAY! I got some points. Bella thought, as a grin spread across her face. That certainly got her energy flowing again enough to keep her from yawning and possibly dozing off. She just wished it was a little warmer in here because she wasn't exactly a fan of this type of blanket, but considering where her family was from she was use to cold weather. However, if she had to choose between being cold and the bad smell, she’d choose being cold. "Well no… and yes… maybe. The class room isn't really hospitable because it's cold and stinky; however, you did provide us with these blankets," she replied, before adding. Noting how comfortable he seemed standing there in his suit and bubble head charm, unaffected by the conditions of the room. "I wouldn't mind having one of those bubbles around my head to help with the smell." She didn’t care what he did really as long as she didn’t have to tolerate this smell for the entire class. |
Robin's eyes widened as she took a better look at the professor. It was him! The man from the joke store! She moved around in her seat trying to catch his eye. Who would've known they'd meet again! Smiling a bit she decided answering the question was the best way of getting her attention so she raised her hand and patiently waited. "I think we study astronomy to not only discover new things about the universe we are a part of, but also to connect with people from a long time ago who also spent their lives devoted to this study, I mean um we wouldn't be here without them right?" She didn't exactly know who these past people were but hey they must have existed- Astronomy had to start somewhere. She hoped they would learn about them "Oh, um as for the classroom environment maybe put more lint rollers outside? There was a line to use this one" She smiled nervously- She had just spoken in a class for the first time. |
...... he was perfectly content with planning his weekend, but as it so happened there was lesson material to be discussed. Or was there? Zeke looked up from his blanket to hear people discussing heating charms and whether they felt cold or not. Like... ??? Wasn't this by design? The blanket thing was kind of a give-away. So then, WHY bother asking? Again, Zeke didn't reply. The obvious points had been made. Issue: Cold; Solution: Magic. TADA! He wasn't going to be the ground-breaking shock-jock of a genius to point that one out, he was deciding that right now it wasn't his style. Continuing to do all the fiddling with the shiny, Zeke peered around as people spoke, but gave no response to Professor Flamsteed. |
Thomas loved Astronomy so he was ready for action and not even the cold could put a stop in his mood. Only because he was furiously wrapped in a cocoon of the blanket that the Professor had given them. He did not like the cold one bit. The question was simple and so was the answer. Warmth, get rid of those weed things because it seemed a lot of people were concerned. "I think you have done all you can to make it hospitable without straying from the attributes you need for the lesson?" Ie. the cold. Make it colder.?? Thomas whipped his head around and gave Arista the weirdest and strangest look he could muster. Why in Merlin's Beard would she say such a thing!!! |
Kitty raised her hand. "I don't know if this counts really, but a heater would make it warmer, right? That's something the Muggles have to heat their houses, it's not magical but I've been in buildings with them and they really work." Both her and her Muggle dad lived with her mother (who was a witch) but her dad often took her to visit Muggle stores and that is how she knew of heaters. After answering the question Kitty turned to look at the student sitting next to her, (Ailsa Cailleach Denaker) wondering what her answer would be. |
What was this class? It was his second year and Bentley still didn't get it. The only time he was interested in the sky was when he was taking pictures of it, whether in the day or night time. He also didn't understand why it was also, so cold. Like it was bad enough that he had a weather and climate shock every time he came back to school but dealing with it at night too, when the Professor could easily charm them warm was just annoying. Also, what was the point of studying the stars if he couldn't take pictures of them? And you know what? He couldn't! All thanks to professor jerk sausage head Flamsteed. He had to send his precious camera home. Bentley sighed and pulled his blanket closer to him while listening to his classmates. Was this a two hours or one hour lesson session...he couldn't remember. |
Yeah yeah, the cosmos and space dust and all of that stuff, and a FIELD TRIP with all his favorite professors!!!!! But but but but CHAR! Charlotte Kettleburn his BFF 4EVER was floating! Yes, there were obvious gravity problems here, but David hadn't thought that was really possible, heh heh. He pointed to Char, then to the Admiral, then back to Char so that Airey got the right idea here. SHE WAS FLOATING, SIR! Catch her leg or something! As for what they could do to improve this space (pun intended?)... hmm. David shrugged. All the obvious answers had been said, and mostly NOW he was just thinking about snails and how wonderful it would be to see a snail with a bubble-head charm on. HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE. Actually, how CUTE would that be?! Could he and Char try that spell out now? And on that topic, he got ANOTHER idea and popped his hand up to suggest it. "I think conditions could be adjusted by taking away your wand, sir, because I am assuming you are the one responsible for magically creating these conditions. Also, could we get some couches and armchairs, because the desks aren't the most comfortable to sit in, as a suggestion, sir. AND also, could you please grab my best friend and keep her from floating away, because she hasn't even gotten to see what snails look like with space helmets on, and I bet she would really enjoy that field trip later on in the term." Please. He was just a little bit concerned over here. David pushed his glasses up his nose again and gave the professor a serious, but not unkind, LOOK. |
Chloe's teeth chattered the more Professor Flamstead spoke She did try to pay attention, really, but it was hard to concentrate when she could barely think. It was that cold. Well, not that cold but she was uncomfortable. And by the time her little brain caught up to the conversation her classmates had already come up with all of the logical and some of the less logical (looking at you Gryffindors) answers to how to make this environment more hospitable. She pulled the shiny blanket closer around herself. |
Daxton watched Airey Flamsteed intently once the new plaque had been registered, and tried to gauge his reaction. It was difficult - near impossible, actually - but from what he could tell the man was not amused, which was actually more or less the result Daxton had been after. But... still he still could not tell if the Airey Flamsteed's reaction was the one he ultimately wanted. He did not know what 'two strikes' meant, though could make some logical deductions. It elicited just the shadow of a smile, though the Ravenclaw's mouth and nose were still covered by the space blanket, making it impossible to notice. But then that was it, and disappointment and dissatisfaction seeped in, and Daxton stared at the professor for a good long moment, trying to figure out exactly why he felt disappointed with regards to his reaction, and failing miserably. With a subtle frown suddenly gracing his features, a frown of confusion and of something he could not quite place, Daxton took the new piece of parchment. This time he wrote as small as he possibly could, so small it was nigh on impossible to make out the words were one not stood with their nose almost touching the parchment (soon-to-be plaque), small enough that were he using quill and ink instead of ballpoint pen it would have simply turned into a smudge. That done, Daxton retrieved his wand once more, and tapped the new parchment to make a third plaque. Quote:
He had done as instructed, had he not? There was his name, there was his year... barely visible, but they were there. He was, technically, following instructions, but now he had the loophole of technically abiding by the rules in case pushing his luck backfired. Leaning back in his chair again, Daxton adjusted the blanket over his face to try and get some cooler air. The effort was futile; using an insulating blanket as a face mask in a foul smelling classroom only worked in theory, but the air he was breathing was too hot, and his breath coming in shorter bursts than he would have liked because of it. He was so focused on this fact that he almost missed that particular bit of information about a field trip. Almost, but not quite. Daxton paused, blinked in the Astronomer's direction, and wondered; he was not sure how he felt about another field trip, though it depended entirely on where they were going. That was... if he would even be permitted to go after last year's debacle. Once again, when the question came, Daxton offered no response. He had his notebook out now, but the blowing wind in the classroom would make it infuriating to try writing in it, and it was not a response that was worth being written down anyway - nor were any of the others being provided. But his answer? The smell. It did not matter that it had already been mentioned; it was unbearable, and it was worth more than one mention. People were moaning about the cold, but Daxton found little issue with the temperature of the room, aside from his feet which, being bare, needed to be tucked underneath him to keep warm and retain sensation. But the stench of the room, that needed to go; Daxton was getting a little lightheaded from using the insulating blanket to cover his face and breathing only hot air, but knew nothing else within his resources would block the smell quite so well. He remained silent, staring off into space and fiddling with the edge of the space blanket, thoughts travelling elsewhere entirely. |
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