Hogwarts Astronomy Table Novels & Stories

The white walls illuminate under the sunlight falling through the glass windows beside two humongous beds that stand a few inches apart in the middle of the room. "Wow! This is something." Tessa says. We are used to luxury but I expected Hogwarts architecture when coming to this Academy. I walk towards the seating area on the left-hand side of the room, which has a huge modern fireplace and two big couches and a centre table in front of it. A red book lies on the centre table, the front cover embossed with a golden crest that bears a moon and a wand drawn on it. The Academy emblem. "Found the rulebook," I say.

Cherry grumbled in a low voice, barely even be heard. "Good morning, everybody. As usual, before I start the class lI'll check your attendence first." The deep voice of Langit would fill their eardrums for the next hour and a half. He called his student's name one by one, and when it came to the name of a woman he knew so well, there was no answer from the owner. "Green Elira Natusha....," He mentioned. Silence, no one answered. His eyes pointed to the spot Green was sitting on, but she wasn't there.

Golden eyes blaze beneath, twin infernos that pierce the room with a feral intensity. Eris, the Witch Emissary, occupies the farthest seat at the table, her presence as unshakable as the ancient magic she represents. Her chair, while the simplest, carries a weight that transcends its unadorned appearance. High-backed and carved from pale ash wood, its etched with runes, binding and eternal.

The corridor outside was already quieter than it should have been at this hour, students long since dispersed into their respective wings. I scrolled through the timetable. Healing Arcana, of course. I rushed to school, climbing up stairs two at a time, breath burning in my lungs. By the time I reached the classroom doors, my pulse had settled into an unhealthy pacing. The moment I slipped inside, every head turned. The room was arranged in a wide semicircle seating with a long demonstration table placed at the center, its surface etched with stabilizing runes that allowed the table some form of levitation.

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.

The faint scent of smoke and storm lingered in the air familiar now, like Wyverndale’s own breath. On the largest table, parchment sheets were scattered across an open grimoire. Strange symbols shimmered faintly on their surface, like they were written in lightning. Seraphine leaned closer, squinting. The marks shifted subtly, refusing to stay still. “What language is this?” she murmured. It wasn’t any spellwork she’d seen in class. The diagrams looked like constellations but twisted, spiraling into a pattern that made her heart thrum strangely, like it recognized something her mind didn’t.

Even if she were lying, she should make sure to lie to Draco forever because it would sure be a storm if she were to reject Draco’s proposal. Peter was having a headache thinking of the task he had been assigned before they had come here. “Search for the best venues for a proposal and create a detailed plan for decorations, lighting, music, and all other necessary detail.” Morgan had said, as if it were an important task. He had wanted to question the boss's rapid pace, considering that he had recently met the boss lady, but his next words silenced him. “Make sure to work on it as soon as possible; I want to give her a surprise after we return from Italy.”

to glow faintly in the candlelight, almost as if they were alive. "You're a witch," Seraphine breathed quietly, the realization hitting her like a bolt of lightning. She had suspected that Soraya was not just an ordinary being, but the world had not heard of witches in decades. Their existence had been told in stories, but she never imagined meeting a witch in person. "I've never met a witch before." Soraya nodded, a sad smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I am, Luna. And it is my duty to tell you about this. To teach you what you need to know, and to stand by your side as you fulfill your destiny." Moments later, Soraya led Seraphine through a narrow hallway, the wooden floorboards creaking u

Twice I almost fell into hidden pits and barely caught myself in time. My lungs burned as I pushed myself, one hand on my swollen belly. The puppies stirred restlessly inside. "I know, little one," I gasped. "Mommy has to hurry." Suddenly the corridor opened into a huge room. My jaw dropped. High shelves, crammed with scrolls and artifacts lined the walls. Dominating the center was a massive stone table covered with star charts and diagrams I couldn't understand. "Archive," I breathed. A tingling sensation ran down my spine. We were not alone.

Opening one of them would feel as if I am accepting the invitation, no the demand, to attend here. I'm here physically. Doesn't mean my heart or mind is. And my aunt hadn't even packed one book! She must have been so upset to forget to toss any in with my clothes. I stare down at the cold soup on a tray next to the list of tomorrow's classes. 8-9: Magical History 9-10: Magical Theory 10-11: Spells and Hexes 11-11:30: Lunch 11:30-12:15: Gym 12:20-1: Potions