Hogwarts Astronomy Table Novels & Stories

The cloaked witch knocked on the door once before stepping inside with Tor and me right behind her. The inside was lit by short, fat, dripping candles sitting in pools of dried wax. I jumped back into Tor's arms when a white cat bolted past my feet. I let out a nervous laugh as I pulled away from Tor. We stepped further into the dwelling and found Chloe sitting at a round table in a small kitchenette. The walls were covered with the biggest collection of tea cups I had ever seen. There was at least one of every color, shape, and size. In the center of the round table was a beautiful violet kettle that had steam rolling from the spout.

The dim, ethereal light of the moon filtered through towering stained glass windows etched with arcane runes and ancestral seals. At the heart of the chamber stood a black marble table—cold, smooth, and ancient—surrounded by eleven high-backed chairs where the Council of Arcane Balance convened. A twelfth chair stood empty, cracked through its center—a relic of a long-banished member who once dabbled in forbidden arts.

If there was even the slightest chance that whoever had sent that email was real, Yolanda was bent on finding that out today. The thought of that spurred her to action. She laid a firm grip on the handle of the door and pushed it open. Professor Richard Hamilton was seated behind a long mahogany table, grading some students' scripts. Like his daughter, he was attractive with an erudite face and thick black hair which was turning grey with age. He looked up as his daughter entered and adjusted the thick-rimmed glasses that rested on his nose. "Have a seat, Yolanda," He said shuffling the scripts onto one side of his table. "What's going on?"

“Thanks. I’ll pass that along.” We walk into an ornate white marble chamber. Tapestries, curtains, and carpeting adorned the shiny cold surface in all shades of reds and pinks, edged in gold. A honey colored, large, round yew wood table dominated the space with matching chairs covered in red velvet cushions. More chairs line the walls for additional seating. When we walk to the table, I see different symbols of the goddess Hecate carved into the wood: a large triple moon in the center, and torches, three-headed dogs, labyrinthine serpents, large keys, and athames scattered around the edges. An intricate rope pattern borders the edge of the table. Moonstones are inlaid in various decor

"Now, a few relics are pretty well known, and are quite obvious. The Sistine Chapel, Excalibur, The cornucopia, Pyramids of Giza, Brahmashirsha Astra, and the mirror of Venus. There are also some that aren't widely known, such as the Black Scythe, the Grey Sickle, and the Serpent's Apples. You don't have to know all the relics the textbook lists off, but knowing a few and what they are will help you in the exams." Copying the words that Mrs. Loop puts in the air down into my notebook, I finish up the class and then get ready to head on over to lunch. Standing up with Leonard, Hala, Syl, Machiv, and Hank, we head out into the hallway. It's a little crowded, and we don't get to move forward a

"Well, if you're so bent on being useless, then be our guest." Selena grabbed Cynthia's hand and nodded at her with assurance. "Think of it as merely learning spells. I think it is rather exciting." Cynthia knows that her best friend is a fan of Harry Potter and has a weird Wiccan fetish. She remembered when they were in their first year of high school, Cynthia feared that her best friend may go crazy for researching stuff about them non-stop. Cynthia watched the eagerness glimmer in her eyes. Helplessly, she agreed. She has to skip the Gloom lessons and head to the library with Dylan. It appears that Dylan is pretty busy at the moment.