Nights where they had Astronomy were some of Edmund's favorite nights. The class wasn't his favorite, but it wasn't his least favorite either. It was the atmosphere that made it all worth it; the more nights Edmund had spent at Hogwarts, the more nights he realized how productive he could be when the sun went down and the moonlight sparkled on the surface of the water outside of the little window in his dorm room. He wondered how the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws could sleep when their dorms provided such a view—not that he would ever ask them.
The only issue he had with Astronomy was the professor's apparent preference for partnered activities. Edmund had always thrived on his own, so to have his grade dependent on another's effort always added an unnecessary amount of stress. Fortunately that night it was not one of the slackers who asked to pair with him, but one of the smarter students in his class.
Miss Dawson was Gryffindor in his year. He'd spoken to her before, but never beyond basic pleasantries and small talk suited for students in different houses. They were due to partner in class after spending nearly three and a half years in the same classes, he supposed.
"Of course," he responded, scrambling to collect the supplies that he'd dumped at his feet during the lecture. He had his star charts—always neat, always pretty, and always a little too decorative for what was necessary—along with his quills, his textbook, and an ungodly amount of parchment that was rolled and tied together with a string. He motioned for her to follow him to a more private spot, farther away from the chattering students who had settled on the ground to do their work in pairs near the telescopes. He always preferred working in the shadows in the Astronomy Tower, anyways; it was quieter and provided less distractions.
He dumped his supplies once he found the perfect spot and moved to take a seat.
"So we're supposed to chart the position of the stars for the night of Christmas Eve," he said quietly, already opening the text book. "I suppose that'll be no problem for you," he added with a glance in her direction.
The only issue he had with Astronomy was the professor's apparent preference for partnered activities. Edmund had always thrived on his own, so to have his grade dependent on another's effort always added an unnecessary amount of stress. Fortunately that night it was not one of the slackers who asked to pair with him, but one of the smarter students in his class.
Miss Dawson was Gryffindor in his year. He'd spoken to her before, but never beyond basic pleasantries and small talk suited for students in different houses. They were due to partner in class after spending nearly three and a half years in the same classes, he supposed.
"Of course," he responded, scrambling to collect the supplies that he'd dumped at his feet during the lecture. He had his star charts—always neat, always pretty, and always a little too decorative for what was necessary—along with his quills, his textbook, and an ungodly amount of parchment that was rolled and tied together with a string. He motioned for her to follow him to a more private spot, farther away from the chattering students who had settled on the ground to do their work in pairs near the telescopes. He always preferred working in the shadows in the Astronomy Tower, anyways; it was quieter and provided less distractions.
He dumped his supplies once he found the perfect spot and moved to take a seat.
"So we're supposed to chart the position of the stars for the night of Christmas Eve," he said quietly, already opening the text book. "I suppose that'll be no problem for you," he added with a glance in her direction.
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