The Years of Blue [2]

Chapter 23: A Special Moment

"Mademoiselles, if you please. You all should find in your textbook a mapping of all the various constellations we will study in depth this term. By the end of your lessons here, you will all be expected to draw out these constellations, mapping them as you see them through these instruments in front of you," a tall and very thin looking witch in silver robes reported to a room filled with 2nd year students.

This was Professeur Delphine, one of the strictest teachers at the school, and with nothing to show for it. Students of Beauxbatons are not required to take the course as a core subject until their 2nd term of their 2nd year. Unlike Hogwarts, who expects their students to take the course from 1st year through 5th, Beauxbatons lets us get away scot free after 1st term of our 5th year.

This might have been one of the many reasons why there were no infamous astronomies from Beauxbatons. Not that I was complaining or anything. I was never a fan of the subject even at Hogwarts.

"The first of the constellations we will examine closely will be a rather popular one, Orion. Please turn to your telescopes and set your markings as follows."

Rosalie was yawning beside me as we turned to our shared textbook. Rosalie was still waiting on some of her books through Owl mail. Her mother, being so generic it's not even funny, forgot to pack half of said textbooks and so, Rosalie was stuck leeching off people for the last week and a half.

I was starting to think her mother had lost the textbooks altogether looking at how long the mail was taking to get here, but then again, mail hadn't been so fast on my end either.

"Why does this class have to be so late?" Rosalie yawned through her words while I started on the telescope.

"Take a wild guess, Rosalie," I clipped back before pushing the telescope to its right marks. Rosalie was giving me a look when I turned back her way.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Professeur Delphine walked passed us and turned to Marie and Ana's telescope, that was situated in the wrong position.

"Mademoiselles did you not hear me specifically say your marks were 56 to 378?" I watched my friends give the Professeur daft looks of confusion before being hustled to fix it.

"Think we'll get out early tonight?" Rosalie went on, causing me to roll my eyes at the stupidity of such a question.

"It's the first official class for this subject. What do you think?" I responded back. I didn't have to be looking at Rosalie to get the sense that she was glaring my way.

"What's up with you?" Her accusing tone snapped me out of my mood as I turned and apologized to her.

"I don't know what's the matter, I'm sorry. Just annoyed but I don't know what for."

That was a lie. I knew all too well why I was annoyed. Malfoy hadn't written back to me. I expected my brother not to respond but Malfoy? I honestly thought he would love to be the one in charge of information around me.

The next morning, I woke up feeling worse. Was it possible to have a physical reaction to being royally angry for a period of time?

"Maybe you're just getting sick. Go see the nurse," Marie offered, but I turned that down fast. I didn't like the nurse's office the moment I was laughed at when I offered my services as a helping hand.

Rude.

"Well then stop complaining. If you're not going to fix it, I don't want to hear it," She went on as we trailed our way to Transfiguration. Not my favorite class.