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Professors talking about their childhood was always so freaking weird. It was like seeing them out and about on a street like Diagon Alley. Just weird. To the boy, he imagined a younger version of the suit wearing Astronomer -- probably wearing a kiddy suit -- intently drawing in a little book with one of his crayons and talking wide eyed about all things to do with space.
See? Weird.
They were going to try their hand at meteorology?
Wait. HOLD ON. Were they going to try and predict the WEATHER?!
THAT SOUNDED SO FREAKING COOL. ............. If there wasn't mention of more snow. If there was going to be mentions of sunshine and HOT HOT HOT weather, this was going to be a brilliant activity. If not, the boy was going to be severely disappointed. No more snow, please. Rain was probably an okay, considering the fact that it could wash everything away.
And they were going to use a balloon to predict the weather? Er. Nope. He didn't know how this could be accomplished. Nuh uh. But a balloon. What do you do with a balloon? Launch it into the sky. And then, if you were particularly careful and the wind worked in your favour, you could send messages using the balloon too. Short distance stuff, mainly. Like across a playground.
Soooooo, using this method of thinking, Grayson raised his hand in the air. "Do you attach something to the balloon and launch it into the sky and let the reader read............ things about the weather in the atmosphere?" It was certainly a guess, alright. A bad one, probably.
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