ASTRONOMY {6-7th yrs}

[Liz Davis]

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like a waterfall in slow motion

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6:45 on Saturday evening, and this was going to be Liz's last class of the week. Lessons had gone pretty well so far, so she was extremely relieved about that. She loved teaching. And loved whenever the students got involved and asked questions. There were even a few students who seemed to love Astronomy as much as she did, and who had even come to her office and asked her questions, just interested in learning more. And Liz could talk a lot about astronomy. It had always been her passion.

Before this year she had no idea if she would be able to become the professor. She had been sure that there would have been many applying for the job. And she'd been honest about the fact that she had a young daughter and she was a single mother. But that hadn't seemed to matter. She'd been hired anyway. And even though it was only her first week, it was already such a huge blessing. She was slowly picking up the pieces since her husband's death. It had been three years since his death, and in some ways it felt like she'd been struggling on her own for forever. In other ways it felt like yesterday.

Teaching had helped for sure. And her daughter always helped. She always kept going because of that girl. Her daughter was her entire world. And she was thankful that having a job where she taught at night, allowed her to be at home with her daughter and spend time with her during the day. Of course, she was also here quite a bit during the day in her office. But she always made sure to be there for her daughter as often as she could be, because her daughter came first.

She was sitting in the front of the room at her desk. There were about twenty or so single desks in the lower part of the classroom. There were stairs that led to the upper part of the classroom where there was a balcony and some telescopes in order to look at the night sky with.

Liz simply sat at her desk as she made sure that she was ready for her final lesson of the week as she waited for her students to file in and take their seats.

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[Merle Shepherdson]

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You know that I was hoping that I could leave this star-crossed world behind

Merle Shepherdson walked into the Astronomy classroom. He was quite familiar with it, spending much of his free time up there working on ... well, something he was writing. He never let anyone look at it, not even his closest friends. Professor Liz would probably notice that he had it with him today, tucked under his arm along with his other books and a few pieces of parchment.

Moving over to his 'usual' seat in the Astronomy classroom, in the middle, though a little more toward the front. Setting his things down, he offered her a light wave and a smile, though no words were spoken. Pulling his chair out, he sat down and began to rummage through his things. He pulled out the journal, a beat up looking thing that had seen better days. Picking up his pen, he opened his journal up and began to write. He was diligent in this writing, and it seemed as if he had no trouble writing at all. It was as if he just picked up exactly where he left off! What in the world was he writing, anyway?

Merle was always a good student in Astronomy. In fact, he had already been accepted into a Muggle University to study astrophysics! What he planned to do with a degree in that was a mystery. Perhaps he wanted to integrate with Muggles? Abandon his culture as a Wizard? Merle wasn't exactly well-known for being good at magic, to say the least. But he was good with animals, and he was certainly a man of science. Maybe that was where he belonged. Not in this world of wizards. . .

Of course, that was a lie, too. He belonged here just as much as anyone. Perhaps he was just... well, doing it wrong. Maybe he had some sort of untapped magical prowess he just hadn't found yet. Either way, Astronomy was one of the classes he was actually good at, especially the mathematical part. The sound of his writing, soft scritching sounds of the pen were the only sounds that could be heard from Merle, his eyes focused on the lettering of his writing as he filled a page.