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!

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.

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.

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Arista Royal Sixth Year

Okay, night time class. The suited professor was always a bit different and it wouldn't be their first night class. She used his little, lint thingy he was obsessed about. Why it had the sign confirming that it was not for use in hair, still eluded her. The thought that anyone would consider putting that thing in their hair was beyond her. Walking in she smiled and did her best to do the weird muggle hand gesture thing, were those the right fingers that she parted? "Evening Professor."

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.

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.

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.

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.

Poor Kat! **Grimaces at the Lint brush bit** ((Also Short post is short XD))
 

Kay was daydreaming a little bit before class had started so she didn't noticed at first that Kat walking towards. It wasn't until she heard the chair move that she turned towards her roomate.

She grinned at the other girl "Hey Kat! How are you?" She asked "Are you excited for this class?"

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:
 

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.

Class had begun! After a quick peek at what others were doing, Carl took out his parchment and quill so that he could take notes ... or doodle, but mostly to take notes. He listened to the question and thought about it for a moment.

He raised his hand and said, "I think we are interested to know more about the universe, so that we understand more about what we are." As for why it was a subject at Hogwarts, same reason right?

Listening to his classmates' answers, he began taking down notes.

Torrance wasn't cold, but when he got the blanket out of the box, he wrapped himself up in it like a big in a blanket. He then proceeded to run his fingers around the nameplate which had magically infused itself into the desk he was sitting it. Tracing his fingers on it gave a nice feeling on the tip of his index an interesting tingle. He was so transfixed on this he completely missed whatever it was that Mister Professor Flamsteed was speaking about. Something about who he was, or whatever. This spurred Torrance to look up though and pay attention. The Professor was speaking of course so He'd have to return to the nameplate later. "We want to Study Astronomy because someday we all want to go fly up there as far as we can." Or at least that's what HE wanted to do. Astronomy was the class about Space right? So to get to space you have to fly, and that's what Torrance was all ABOUT! As for why it's required? "Is it because I should take the class my Head of House Teaches?" He didn't really know.

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.

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.