Hogwarts Astronomy Table Novels & Stories

While Sheila was left orchestrating her next move in her mind, Hannah retreated to her sanctum, a space filled in ancient mystique. The witch room was a labyrinthine chamber, its walls lined with tall shelves that stood relentlessly under the weight of dusty tomes and mysterious artifacts. The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment and the flickering flames of white and red candles, which cast eerie shadows on the walls. In the center of the room, a sturdy wooden table stood, and on it was a simple, yet elegant, silver bowl. The bowl, crafted from a polished silver metal, seemed to glow with an ethereal light, as if it were imbued with a power of its own.

“That's Nuvolish?” “Yes. Chris does it too. It requires moonpetal, starlight salt, Dreamweavers moss, and essence of celestial water, but in a pinch, wolfsbane will suffice. Then you say the spell.” Narah’s gaze narrowed, as if trying to read my thoughts. “The incantation?” She pressed. I shrugged, settling down on the cold living room floor across from her. She shifted uncomfortably, keeping her focus on me. “Astra velare, auras celare

Crystabelle grumbled. “The fact that Aurora did this meant that we should not rush into this matter, we have to reassemble our plan. It would be better to make sure that it doesn't jeopardize hers.” Easton said as he studied the map laid on the floor. It was the map of Dark Mist Castle and everywhere that surrounded it, Floyd had provided it and it had made things fairly easier. “Fuck this witches and their shits! First we can't shift and now, you can't communicate through the mind link?” Alec said.

Scymodus rushed in, hiding at my back. The room had an unearthly glow. I ran my gaze through the room. There was a broom, placed on the wall. A wooden desk stood against the wall, adorned with strange symbols and marks which I assumed to be spells. On the desk sat a crystal ball, scrolls and some bottled substances. At a corner near the table, a big cauldron hung over an otherworldly fire that didn't seem to reach the ground. Faint wisp of smoke rose out of the cauldron, which released a sweet smell that flowed into my nose.

, he tells pointing towards one clay tablet which has letters written in old Latin language which is different than the evolved Latin which humans know, being a witch I clearly understand and can read it since my childhood. “usus vulpis rubri mortui sanguinis ad tollendum venenum e lamia efficax est cum sol corpus ferit”, I read it out loud unconsciously deep in the thoughts. I remember seeing few vampires coming and leaving my parents work place when I was young, but I didn’t knew that witches and wizards used to note down these things when they have photogenic memory and they teach others practically making medicines than giving notes. “What was that?”, Dr Wilson asks curiously to which I

I stated and he gave me a gleaming smile. We are now in the field near the forest and it's getting darker already. I saw them carrying a huge crystalized box looking like an aquarium but way more in style. "Everybody, please form a circle"Gillione ordered. We're now forming a circle, Cyrvian is beside me chilling. "The top 5 students that are names written in darker shade of gold in the Shwarzes. You will lead your chosen team after you pick up the Luhenstein". Gillione instructed.

she added later. “Well I will wait and see where this harmless relationship leads to” saying that, he stood up and began to clear the table while aurora stood there deep in thought, was that actually what was happening?

“We all are bound to Tiara plus two of us are witches. It is at least worth a try.” Aurora jumped to her feet and said, “Let’s do this.” Tyson and I shifted the furniture to clear up space. Zarina spread out a huge map on the floor while Aurora lit up the candles in each corner. She closed her eyes and concentrate till the candle lit up on its own. I could see the strain on her face. I couldn’t help but wonder out aloud. “Why put in so much effort, if you can just light it up?” “She is performing a spell for good luck.”

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.

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.”