As you come up to the stands of the practice pitch as instructed by the class notice on the bulletin boards, you’re greeted by a familiar horned owl perched up on the railing in front of the seats. Her greenish watchful gaze keeping any eye out for her gathering students, no less a professor in her animangus form. Take a seat on the benches as you await the lesson to begin, perhaps wondering why astronomy class is being held here of all places and not nearly as late in the day as usual. All will be revealed in time as the sun started its travel down in the sky in the turn from afternoon to evening.



Though if you look out across the practice field to where the main quidditch pitch resides with its many towers soaring into the sky, you might notice that what looks like faint lights that appear to be held within. Were they always there in preparation of night? Was it a trick of the setting sun over a reflective surface? Or did they have something to do with the lesson? Whoo Whoo...