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Astronomy Lesson :: Terraforming [ a brief introduction ]
The sun has long set and the light of the full moon is juxtaposed against the dotted canvas that is the night sky. Although the moon's glow is brilliant, one's eye cannot help but be drawn to a few other luminescent dots in the sky. Are they stars or planets? Only those that know how to distinguish between the two will be able to tell you that answer.
Stepping into the Astronomy classroom, you are hit with what feels like a brick wall of icy cold air that burns your face and causes your teeth to chatter. Rest assured that as cold as it may feel, there is no chance for you to get frostbite or catch a cold. As you make your way towards the semicircle of desks - the usual formation for Astronomy lessons to help create a more intimate setting - you may have to battle the occasional dust devil or terrestrial tornado along the way. These are relatively harmless and more of an annoyance than anything else as they carry NO risk of sweeping even the smallest of first years high into the air. Just be sure to hold on to your belongings. The air itself was tainted in unpleasant waves of stench reminiscent of someone setting off a series of dung bombs every few minutes. But perhaps the strangest of all is the manner in which you move about within the classroom. You feel much lighter on your feet and your usual steps cause you to lift higher up into the air than usual. Not too much that you will knock your head against the ceiling, but enough that you could potentially jump double your own height - perhaps even a little bit MORE than that if you really tried.
When you do finally arrive at your desk you find a little souvenir waiting for you. The blackboard, positioned across from the semicircle of desks, has the following instructions written upon it:
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The space blanket is yours to use should conditions prove to be too cold for you.
Take out a quill and write your FULL name and year on the piece of parchment provided.
Once you have done so, give it a tap with your wand.
The parchment, enchanted by the professor himself, will turn into a sturdy wood name plaque when you do so. Don’t worry, even the first years and those not skilled with magic will be able to manage this little trick.
Speaking of the professor, you can find him leaning against his desk with his trusty pet rock by his side, his own space blanket utilized in a peculiar but perhaps not unexpected manner and his own head protected by a Bubble Head Charm.
Did you remember to use the lint roller on the small table outside of the classroom? It was there next to the sign that reads, "Not to be used as a brush for your hair" and has the signature of a former student in the bottom right corner.
So come on in and find a seat, class will begin shortly.
⌦Lesson Progression
▸ question 1 :: why do we study astronomy?
▸ question 2 :: what can be done to make the classroom a more comfortable environment?
▸ question 3 :: should the human race terraform Mars? Why or why not?
▸ main activity :: "SPACE GLOBIALS"
Class will officially begin in approximately 14 hours from the time of this post.
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.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
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:
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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.
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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.
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
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Dante Barrington
Fifth Year
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.
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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.
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David Octavius Truebridge
Second Year
There. He was all set. Now, did he want to open his textbook to try to figure out what all this setup was for? Or did he want to be surprised? He was a Ravenclaw, so yes, he was going to brave the elements again and attempt to dig his book out of his bag.
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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:
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Esme Parker Darcy
Third Year
Giving it a TAP with her wand, she watched as it turned into a wooden plaque.
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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.
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Ava Burton // Second Year Gryffindor
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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.
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.
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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.
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Oliver made his way aaaaallllll the way up the hundreds thousands? of steps that led from the dungeons to the astronomy tower. In the past, he had enjoyed Astronomy class, really, but he was so sore from all the new working out he was doing and now he was in a bad mood.
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.
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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!"
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:
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Oliver Kyle
Fourth Year
Then he pulled out his wand, tapped the parchment, and smiled to himself as it turned into the name plaque. 'Cool.'
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.
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.
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1st year
Oh, and a tap of the wand! Ooo, didn't that look all fancy now?
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.
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Altha Viteri
First Year
Alright, perfect. and she slouched back into her seat, gazing around the room feeling quite neutral and indifferent about the class.
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.
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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.
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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:
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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.
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Fifth Year
She tapped it and then immediately ripped open the space blanket box. She wrapped herself in it until she felt like the warm burrito that she probably looked like.
Okay. Now she could astronomy.
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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.
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Third Year
A space blanket?? Rad. Cal ripped open the package to bury himself in the warm cloth thing.
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]
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Kaylee has been waiting all day for this!! She loves learning everything and anything about space! She ran walked extremely fast to the classroom. Before she entered the class she stopped and used the lint roller on her robes.
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:
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1st Year
After that was down, Kay sat down at the desk, and waited for class to start.
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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.
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.
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Amur Jess Neverwinter
Fourth Year
Once that was done, it got a tap with her wand. As it turned into wood, Amur quickly unfolded her blanket, pulled her knees up to her chest and propped her feet on the edge of her seat and wrapped the blanket around her. Nothing to see over here. Just a little bundle of space-blanket.
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I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.
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 Mwhaaha. Ehem.
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.
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.
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Astronomy Lesson :: Terraforming [ a brief introduction ] 
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