Chapter 190 - Arithmancy (1/2)
As luck would have it the next day was incredibly long as they had Herbology, History of Magic, after lunch, Gobbledegook and later that night Astronomy. Herbology wasn't too bad as they were merely properly collecting needles to dry and use for potions. History of Magic was the usual bore, but this time around Rowan didn't nap and properly used it finish off any homework that she had.
Gobbledegook was an entirely different story as Professor Flitwick thought it time to teach half of their class in goblin. More than one student had a headache by the end of the classroom. To be honest, Rowan didn't even know how Lovegood was going to survive this year as it was his 5th year. But well, he graduated in the end, so he'd probably be fine...
Exhausted after detention, Rowan loudly yawning left for Astronomy. At least it wasn't at midnight this year and ten o'clock wasn't too bad of a time to be held for the class. Either way, the chill of the night served to wake her up as they began to learn the stars and their positions.
The next day everyone was a bit excited as the first class of the day was one of their new courses, Muggle Studies, Divination, or Arithmancy. Everyone waved goodbye as Rowan and Tiffany headed off to Arithmancy, while everyone else headed off to Divination or Muggle Studies. The two girls climbed all the way up to the seventh floor as even Rowan was slightly out of breath, while Tiffany was clearly winded.
”Why did it have to be on the seventh floor?” Tiffany bemoaned their fate as they paused to gain their breath. Their only sole consolation was that their classroom was the first class in the corridor.
Stepping inside they found several Ravenclaws already found within. The blond, blue-eyed, Ravenclaw happily waved them over to sit as Rowan offered a rare smile back. Walking over, Rowan says, ”This is Pandora Ravine, a good friend of mine.”
”Pleased to meet you,” Tiffany said. ”I've seen you in our astronomy class, but I don't think we've ever spoken before.”
”No, but I know you,” Pandora said with a twinkle in her eye. ”Tiffany Topsy, a lovely lady by all accounts according to Rowan here.”
Tiffany flushes and says, ”Really?”
”Mm,” Pandora said as they took the seat next to her. ”Rowan isn't one to talk badly about others unless they truly deserve it. And she counts you as a friend so I don't believe that will ever be the case.”
Tiffany lets out a giggle as Rowan's ears turn faintly pink. ”Don't worry, Rowan, I won't tell everyone else,” Tiffany said with a wink. ”Your secret is safe with me.”
”As if,” Rowan huffed as she took out her textbook and other school items. While Pandora and Tiffany reacquaintance themselves, she glances about the classroom. She finds that most of them at least look familiar from astronomy including the very familiar shaggy-haired witch, Dorothy Cabot.
However, to her dismay, the rest of the puffing Slytherins begin to come in. It wasn't any of the bee queens, but still, the faces of Mulciber and Avery did little for her temperament. The two boys sat in back with a few other Slytherins as they all spread out through the room. The last of the breathless stragglers make it in, before the on the exact dot the professor enters the room.
With long raven hair, the medium-sized woman swept in scarlet robes and matching hat. The fair-skinned witch turned her dark eyes towards them and strictly said, ”I am Professor Vector and I will not tolerate any fooling around.”
Suddenly feeling as they were with Professor McGonagall, all the students sat up straight in their seats. ”Numbers can predict anything,” Professor Vector reverently said. ”Our entire world is made up of numbers that even muggles believe is true. The future, past, and present can all be revealed if we know where and how to calculate.”