Astronomy Classroom

Astronomy Classroom
hogwarts classroom

Astronomy is a core class taught at Hogwarts. It is a specialized science that studies the movement of the stars and the planets as well as their formation. In this course, students learn the names and locations of the stars and focus on locating constellations and planets through the use of star charts. More advanced studies will require identifying the conditions and environments of different planets and moons as well as space weather, the Big Bang, and the Cosmic Ages. Astronomy is currently taught by Professor Spindlewheel.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Kian had been waiting by the staircase of the Astronomy Tower, perfectly timing his ascent in order to arrive in class just as it starts. While he values being punctual, he learned that being early to class is awkward when you don't have many friends to talk to. Everyone disperses into their own little groups, which of course just makes Kian even more painfully aware of how he does not belong... anywhere. It was okay before, when he had Mel, but thens he disappeared for a month and she's still recovering from that. He doesn't expect her to come to any of their classes any time soon. Kian finally enters the classroom just as the professor says to take their seats with their partners, and he realizes that his last one had requested to switch after a tiny spat the two of them had together. (In fairness, Kian had the right to be frustrated with him. He knows Astronomy can be a pain given its schedule, but it shouldn't be hard to stay awake for at least *one* class.) He wonders who the new one will be as he sits at his regular table.

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

Astronomy comes fairly easy to Elouan, so he's ecstatic each time he gets to attend the class. Having returned from a three month long venture in Brittany, his enthusiasm is even more clear by the way he is chattering with a few of the other fifth years before class begins. Given the events of those few months, maybe he should be in a worse mood than this, but he is happy to have returned to Hogwarts just this once. When class begins and everyone files away into their spots, he approaches the professor's spot at the front of the classroom to get his assignment and whips around to follow her finger, which is pointed directly at the boy from the boathouse. "Hello!" he says quietly yet excitedly as he approaches the table and slips down beside the other boy, smiling at him. Their first interaction was embarrassing to be honest, but he hopes it won't affect their ability to work together. Elouan *really* loves Astronomy. It's almost all that he has going for him at this point. "I don't know if you remember. I'm Elouan," he tells him, extending a hand before adjusting to sit properly and await the professor's instruction.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Kian doesn't bother looking up from his phone when his new partner arrives (maybe *that* is why it is so difficult for him to make friends), but then he mentions that they've met before. He can't place the name though. He's always been terrible at that, so he looks up and it clicks immediately. Kian never forgets a face. "I do remember." he says, setting down his phone. "You were crying." That comes out before Kian can stop himself, because to him, he is just stating something memorable about the experience. He realizes belatedly that it might be rude and embarrassing, then quickly follows up with, "I watched Mulan over the holidays, so I know what you were going on about now."

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

Elouan's smile slowly falls after the blunt statement, seeming disappointed at the thought that *that* is what he remembers about him. However, he is a crier and there's no shame in it. Or is there? No matter how much of his energy he exerts against social constructs, he is still embarrassed by the thought of being known for crying. He supposes that that is normal and not just because he has some sort of complex over masculinity. "Oh, you did?" His smile returns when he's knocked out of whatever thought process he was being forced into moments before. "I watched it again too. Muggles are so good with their little *movies*." Elouan laughs, still fascinated by Disney animation all of these years later. It wasn't something he was exposed to until much later and he has never thought that it's a childish interest to keep. If the storylines and music are good, then they're good. "Did you love it?" he asks with a grin. Given the demeanor Kian has put forth so far, he doesn't know why he wants to risk finding out something that will disappoint him.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

When Kian sees Elouan's smile fade, he immediately panics, knowing that yet again he has done something wrong. He cannot risk changing partners in this class *again*. He manages to calm himself while Elouan is talking about muggles and their movies before he does something dumb like have his hair turn bright pink out of embarrassment. The most that happens is that his eyes begin to form little specks of dark grey, but it is barely noticeable in the dark of the night. He scrambles for something he liked about the movie so that he does not disappoint Elouan again. It was actually pretty good. Nothing *amazing*, but still good. He made Mel do the Disney marathon with him and he much preferred Hercules. "It was nice." he says finally, "I liked Shang's song. And you're right. It's cool how muggles manage to... animate whole films like that. It must be tedious without magic." The rest of the class stands from their seats and he assumes that it is time for them to make their way outside to watch the stars. "Are you any good at Astronomy?"

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

He immediately scrunches up his nose and smiles, standing from his seat and flinging his bag over his shoulder to bring his things up to the top of the tower. Something about Kian leads him to believe that well- *of course* he favored "I'll Make A Man Out Of You." It visibly seems to brighten his eyes as he leans over against the table, waiting for the other boy to stand to follow their classmates. "*With all the strength of a raging fire...mysterious as the dark side of the moooooon,*" he sings quietly before straightening and giving him a small nod to answer his question. "I think so!" Elouan had gotten more into Astronomy last term when his partner was so focused on his academics that it was suffocating, then it came to his attention that he didn't need a wand and that was his true downfall in his other subjects. A little bit of confidence (and having an emotional support cousin) goes a long way. "We won't fail." Such a weighted promise from someone with a record like his, but he is rather sure of himself.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

'Not failing' is the bare minimum Kian can ask for and he doesn't feel like being obnoxious about how Elouan can at least try to aim higher. Elouan has done nothing to annoy him so far, after all. Even though he is definitely not the type of person Kian sees himself hanging out with regularly, Elouan is... pleasant and generally harmless. Kian just needs good enough grades to report back to his parents (he is already in hot water after the whole island incident) and to get into a good program after Hogwarts that will prepare him for a hopefully successful career in politics. As Elouan sings a little, Kian continues the lyrics in his head and he already knows that this song will be stuck in his head for the rest of the night. "That's reassuring," he drawls, standing and following the other students. "Is there anything you need to catch up on? You were gone for three months."

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

"No! I was at the palace," he announces casually as they ascend the tower and reach the top. Students line the edge of the tower, falling in the slots between the raised stone. Elouan falls suit, but the two are a little bit behind and are left with the spot furthest from the entrance. "We have a private teacher, who requested the class materials from all of my professors. I should be all fine." There is a little bit of doubt in his voice, but it is still light and he is still smiley. This same teacher has put him behind the rest of his class in most of his subjects, falsifying scores and letting him down by not just...holding him accountable and telling him to actually just do better. "But if you want to study together..." His voice drops and he eyes the other boy expectingly. Knowing he is not someone most would want to study with, he almost feels selfish offering, but he also assumed that Kian asked because he wants to offer help. He would obviously want to take it. He likely needs it.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Kian was not offering; he just wanted to gauge how much of the work he would be doing in this class. Usually, Kian does more than his fair share of the work regardless of whether or not his partner is actually competent. He just does not trust that things will be done correctly unless done himself. It doesn't even register to him that his words might have been taken that way, but then Elouan says they can study together and Kian misunderstands that the idea was purely the other boy's thinking and that Kian himself had done nothing to encourage it. Kian is self-aware enough to know that he has not exactly been the kindest to Elouan and can be a bit rude at times, so the offer is definitely unexpected. He is quiet for only a couple seconds as they walk because he is having trouble trying to comprehend why Elouan would want to study with him, given this is the first time a partner of his has expressed the desire to interact with him outside of class. "If you think that would help, then sure." he says, deciding that's playing it cool enough. "You were at a *palace*?" Then he remembers Elouan is a Pendragon, so of course. That makes sense. He matches the last name to the country in his head. "You went home to Brittany, then? Was there any reason?"

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

Elouan smiles even though he seems drastically less into it than he is. Chances are they will not pursue a study buddy relationship, he thinks. His smile widens at Kian's initial confusion, but it's hidden with how dim the torches are that are perched along the tower edge. At first, he used to be offended by the thought that people do not *know* he's a prince, but he talked to Jude about it and recognized that it is probably a better thing to go unnoticed. Still, he can't withstand the urge to call it *the palace*. Usually he laughs, but the matter they are discussing is not necessarily laughable and Elouan recognizes that. "I did! My aunt called for me. We had to discuss, ummm," he pauses, dragging out the *umm* as he stares at Kian through the darkness. He frowns slightly before picking up another smile. "We had to discuss the conditions of me advancing in the line to the throne. Important conversations are eh- *hir*." He gestures with his hands a long period of time and then waves as if to dismiss it. He's getting hot in the face by the stumble and instinctively darts his eyes towards Chrysanthemum and her partner Rayy. "Drawn out," he blurts. "I have just reached the fifth spot, which implies certain responsibilities, but that is not good chat." He shakes his head, then laughs and starts fiddling with his things to begin working.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Kian doesn't think much about the stumble; Merlin knows he himself fumbles occasionally with his words so it would be wrong of him to judge others for it. Kian judges people a lot, yes, but even he has principles about this sort of thing. "Fifth spot... As in, in line for the throne?" he clarifies. It is a bit amusing, Kian thinks, to note that he might be talking to the future King of Brittany. He highly doubts it will reach that point, though. From his understanding of most monarchies, fifth in line is actually a lot further than it seems. "Are you very interested in politics?"

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

Politics...Goodness, the word triggers such a vivid image of his parents. Both of them are so politically engaged and they challenge the queen more than Elouan ever could muster. He truly is their son. Still, he has always thought that was such a thing for his parents and his parents only. It never occurred to him that if he wanted to be a proper prince about it, then he should probably be more involved. Let alone King of Brittany. Oh, lord. "A little bit. My parents are and they made me...worldly," he answers, audibly a bit unsure of himself and he quickly resumes talking with his hands. Every so often he will fold them down between his legs or underneath his armpits and then he feels the urge to start doing it again. He doesn't notice he's doing it. "I could be I *guess*, but I never thought- I do not think that I would ever- um, will ever become king. It would be nice, but Brittany is a mess." A mess he wants to fix, but he isn't sure he wants to be the one leading that. He would rather do something more peaceful with his time and hopefully still remain prince. It's nice having these privileges. He must admit such. "A *mess*," he repeats quietly for dramatic effect, accent getting stronger as he gives one last strong gesture with his hands.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Kian is a bit shocked that Elouan is talking so candidly about his country being a mess and he involuntarily glance around to see if anyone else heard him. "That's a very bold statement to make coming from a prince." He would surely be in trouble if he said similar things about Greece; his parents would both be disappointed about that sort of thing and tell him to make some sort of clarification to whoever it is he said that to. "I wouldn't say Brittany is a *mess*." he says, copying Elouan's intonation and hand gestures for emphasis, though it is ridiculous coming from Kian. "My mother had meetings there sometimes – maybe even with your aunt, I don't know – and she'd take me along. It was nice. I enjoyed it." he says, "But I'll take your word."

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

Elouan pulls a face. Who in the right mind finds Brittany to not be a mess? It is a political disaster. "I think you should," he agrees with a small nod. He lives there, so he thinks he has some sort of authority. "I- Hmph." Telling someone he doesn't trust their politics seems unnecessary and he would rather not get into an argument over his aunt's policies. Maybe he doesn't know any better; he doesn't necessarily have to be informed and as such he is not inclined to inform at this given moment. Sometime later that might be possible, but not late at night while they sit at the edge of a tower and his mind is groggy. He needs his beauty sleep. "Your mother was the Greek Minister?" His tone goes high in order to clarify, audibly unsure of this statement, but he continues anyway. "Greece is *stunning*. I would love to live there... Would you want to move back?" Small talk. It's cheap, but he doesn't want to continue talking about *politics*. Who wants to talk about that? Elouan tries not to judge and he's hopeful that this partnership will be nice and beneficial for both of them, but *politics*? "Alsooo, what's your favorite color?" He bets it's blue. Most boys say blue and Kian seems...cool toned.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

"Ideally, yes, I'd like to move back to Greece." he says, observing the sky. He actually prefers Hogwarts, but that is mostly because he can pretend that here, he does not fit in because everyone knows each other already and there is no place for him. Back at the Academy, there was really no excuse other than him being unlikeable and unpleasant to be around. "I like Hogwarts better than my old school, though. So maybe after I graduate. I'll probably end up moving back, yeah. My mom was the Greek Minister, yes, and I'm probably going to go into government too. It would make more sense to do that at home." he explains. There is a part of him that would argue as well, there are more opportunities to study marine life in Greece than there are here in London, but that is a hobby and not a career. "My favorite color is dark violet." he answers, then turns to Elouan to look at him directly. "Why?"

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

He smiles, watching him for a long moment before turning up to the sky and tapping his pencil on his knee. It's sort of ridiculous, wanting to go into government. Who would want to do such a thing? His cousins sure would love it apparently, but he doesn't understand how anyone sets out for that sort of career. "I want to go home too," he answers quietly. "Maybe to France." His anxiety seems to worsen at the very thought. He does want to be home with his parents. He misses how everything accommodated to him and he never had to fret about much except he definitely *did* and that's what causes him to blurt out how it might be fine just returning to France in general. The point is that he also wants to go home after graduation. Hogwarts is fine for now, but this area is nauseating. He misses home. "I was curious..." His voice weakens, eyes falling down towards the other boy's and he knows then that he would be sweating if not for the chilly air. "No one has ever said violet." Let alone *dark violet*, but Elouan is more so intrigued than disturbed. It's fascinating as someone who loves color so much. Still, he has never heard someone say violet. He doesn't know if that's an individuality complex he's feeding into or what, but he doesn't mind if it is. "Mine is peach! - if you were also curious," he adds, smile a bit shy.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

He was not, but he stops himself from saying that out loud. Peach is a nice color. He looks at Elouan properly again. There is just something about him that makes it so in-character for his favorite color to be peach. "Lots of people tend to like blue or red. Violet is like a compromise. Kind of." That's how Kian has always saw it, at least. "Peach is a nice color, too. I can see why you like it. People tend to like colors that they'd look good in." he says. Sometimes Kian talks without thinking, and doesn't realize it. The idea that Elouan would look attractive in peach is a quick and fleeting thought, and he doesn't feel embarrassed to have vocalized it mostly because it is too late for Kian to register what he just said.

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

Elouan falters a little at that response. Who rationalizes their favorite color? Regardless, he knows most people would still tell him *purple* even with that explanation. It isn't something worth repeating aloud. He starts toying with his sweater, hands raising to his face when he's complimented or at least he chooses to take it as such. His ears get warm and he laughs into his sweater. "I think violet suits you!" he tells him. Something about his hair? He would be pretty in some violet robes. Elouan has a set in his dormitory that he thinks are quite nice, but he doesn't suit darker colors as well as Kian must. "You...compromised correctly." He grins for a moment before turning up towards the stars and squinting. His heartbeat is slowing, only just noticing now that it had begun to speed up, but probably from his nerves about announcing his favorite color is peach. Some boys have not been very receptive to it, but he's sworn to never lie or be ashamed, so naturally he still told the truth. It still hasn't occurred to him that Kian did not ask.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

'You compromised correctly' is such an odd compliment but it actually does warm Kian's heart a bit. He likes being correct, after all, and it's nice that Elouan is appreciative of this unnecessary and odd train of thought. "I know." he ends up saying, and normally he would sound so cocky but this time he is a bit shy so the arrogance falls flat. He turns towards Elouan as he tries to come up with a new topic of conversation but instead gets distracted thinking again about how the other boy really would look good in peach. The thought flusters him out of any productive thought and he immediately pulls his gaze away to look up at the sky again, blinking as small specks of violet form in his eyes. It's fine. Maybe they should focus on the assignment at hand anyway. Kian is much better at Astronomy than he is at talking.