The young Ravenclaw, newly turned teenager, sat in her desk in the semi-circle, pondering what could be in the picture frames. So they're not constellations, or family photos...But they're of things we and the stars have in common? She thought and thought. Could it be things we are made of and need? It was similar to some of the other students' guesses, but it was what she could think of. "Professor, I think it's something along the lines of things we both need. Like elements and, heat, air, sometimes the cold, electricity...Things like that. Is that right?" It was a jumbled answer, she knew, but she was hoping he would get where she was trying to go with it, even if she herself wasn't sure how to say where that was exactly.
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