Astronomy Table In Hogwarts の小説・ストーリー

ARAH Headwitch. She wondered… How powerful could they be to lead a coven full of witches with such crazy abilities—each strong in their own way? She glanced at the table of crystals across the room, the familiar black pyramid in the middle catching her attention. “I’ve seen that before. Roselia has one exactly like it. I just didn’t ask what it was,” she said absentmindedly.

I was hoping it was empty, but I heard some voices speaking in Spanish or Italian come to an abrupt halt, and I froze. I turned to look at the scene behind me in the deafening silence and saw Morgan seated at the head of an oval table with some men around the table. He sat in an enormous chair made for a king, looking formidable with a stoic gaze and deathly glare, making the men at the table look at him nervously. A few of them were clearly shaking in fear, looking like they were on the brink of tears, and looked at me in relief. It was as if I came at the right time to save them from a near death experience. Some emotionless looking men were standing guard at the side, giving the room an o

Room after room we moved as one. The history classroom smelled of old stone and secrets. The walls were etched with murals faded to shadows, but as I touched them, the color returned—vibrant depictions of world-changing moments, both real and magical. A glowing world map expanded across the back wall, ink drawing itself in real time. Audrey warded each artifact case. Moon found a globe and spun it with a breath. Then—astrology. This room stole my breath. The ceiling had once been black, speckled with stars, but had faded into dull smudges. I walked into the center of the room, lifted my arms, and whispered, “Wake up.”

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

"But you've got the wrong idea. I'm not here on a blind date." Wait-what? My eyes went wide. "This isn't Table 87" "Yes, this is Table 8. But it's the VIP section's Table & He casually pointed out toward the main hall. "Your Table 8 is to the left when you go back out." "O-Oh, I'm so sorry! I got the wrong table!" I wanted to crawl into a hole. No wonder he looked at me like I was nuts. I shot up from my seat and rushed out of there.

The room was alive with voices, laughter, and the sharp clatter of cutlery. Spread across the long table was the centerpiece: a whole roasted Hog, its hide glistening, chunks missing where Lycans had torn into the meat with primal ease. Rey cringed, swallowing against the lump rising in her throat. She reminded herself again that they only had to endure this for a few hours more, and before dawn, this would all be behind them. Her eyes scanned the crowded hall, inevitably landing on him. Orion. His presence was impossible to miss, his gaze already locked on her—smoldering, unrelenting, as if he were peeling back layers to see what she was hiding.

"Show them the sky. The deep sky." Wolfy hesitated. His fingers hovered over his datapad. He looked at me for confirmation. I nodded. A sharp, jerky motion. Wolfy keyed the command. The holographic projector in the center of the table hummed to life. The blue light flickered, then expanded. It wasn't a map of the city this time. It was the void of space. Stars hung in the blackness, cold and distant. And in the foreground, the Moon. It was shattered. Great chunks of rock floated in a debris field around the core, held together by the lingering gravity of Nergal’s magic.

The air carried the sharp blend of spiced herbs and ink stains, and beneath the woven canvas rug the warm stone barely held on to the night’s cold. In the center stood a massive, heavy table covered in maps, focus-stones, note-scrolls, and crystals that recorded different magical readings. Beside them lay brass-etched compasses, rune-inlaid metal discs, and the special seals of various mage orders. The whole setup looked like the meeting point of an ancient scholar, a warlord, and a fire-mage’s mind. Sky stood at the map table, turning a bronze rod etched with runes between her fingers. Her fingertips moved calmly along the grooves. Her gaze did two things at once—observed and searched.

This was my home now. As I reached the bottom of the Wizard’s Tower, Corvu joined me with a quick good morning kiss. It was a nice surprise. As we went up the stairs, I replayed what I wanted to say in my head over and over again. Upon entering the room I saw Gildre busy with his many trinkets all over the desk in the centre of the room. I couldn’t see J’san. I saw that many of his items had been moved to the right side of this room, I assume to make room for a strange contraption he was building.

Saying that Draco rubbed temple of his head and quickly turned back to shipping wheel where she saw a big black stone board along with a white uneven small stone was placed right beneath it. Draco squatted down and picked up that uneven white stone and turned to dark star filled sky… he then made some assumptions and drew several thin line on black stone board with help of white small stone, this line were connected by several small dots at various distance.... “What are those line and dots?” she questioned Draco with utter confusion “This is Astronomy…. I am mapping stars position…. this will help us to find our way tomorrow morning in broad day light...” Draco replied cautiously A minute l