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Maxim Trevelyan Writer, Ravenclaw Winning “You’ll hurt your eyes if you do that,” Sarah casually interrupted her son as he was talking over the phone with his friends. “I can do it, I can beat Chris,” Billy exclaimed and disconnected the phone call. “It’s not…” Sarah tried. “But I want to win!” Billy screamed. He kicked the chair and ran outside, to have his competition. Sarah just shook her head and said nothing. Sometimes, it was good to let her children make their own mistakes. And going by the whimpers that were slowly approaching the kitchen not five minutes later, her son learned his lesson. Maxim Trevelyan Writer, Ravenclaw Orion 'It's beautiful, Claire,' Hanna said in awe, her eyes laying on the seemingly random assortment of golden dots, all connected by a delicate and very thin golden chain. ‘Orion, the Hunter,’ Claire mentioned, watching Hanna’s index finger trailed over the jewellery. ‘Your favourite, if I reckon right.’ ‘And the constellation that’s best visible over my house,’ Hanna added, flashing a grin at Claire. 'Well, I couldn't let you forget where your home is, now could I?' Claire sadly smiled. She carefully took the necklace from the box and put it around Hanna's neck, the stars laying perfectly over Hanna's heart. Iverian Gnash Writer, Gryffindor She had never seen stars. The city was too bright, they never showed in the night sky. The sky was always illuminated with the city's lights. The first time she saw any stars was in a picture, but that picture wasn't enough for her. She packed her bags and drove south, out of the city. She stopped when there wasn't a skyscraper in sight. She waited until dark to see the shiny lights - not the man made kind. When the sun's rays died out, she spotted them. They dazzled and astonished her. Who knew the sky could be so beautiful? Iverian Gnash Writer, Gryffindor Finally the sun had come out and the storm clouds had disappeared from the sky along with the hard rain. The temperature was perfect and she was ready to go swimming. However, she soon realized the sun being there meant her skin would burn easily. Well, she was happy the sun had appeared, but she wasn't particularly pleased with the idea of sunscreen. She eventually came to the conclusion that it was a small price to pay for a trip to the beach though. Yay for the sun and the warm weather, but not so much for burns she thought. February Fortescue Writer, Slytherin The sun, our closest star, brings light, warmth, and healing. It reminds us of a new day and a new beginning. Without its life giving rays, all living things would cease to exist, because we all require warmth. On the downside, if we get too close to the sun or spend too much time basking in its rays, then our lives become endangered. Too much of a good thing, even if it is something as wonderful as the sun, is not a healthy idea. We should always look for the middle choice - not too much sun, and not too little. February Fortescue Writer, Slytherin I have always been fascinated by the stars in the heavens. It's hard to believe they are so far away, and it takes so long for light to reach us, that the way they appear to us isn't how they are in the present, but how they once were. I also love learning to identify different constellations. Some are very easy to pick out, especially Orion, because of his belt, and Cassiopeia, which looks like a small staircase to me, although I think that's supposed to represent her throne. Cassiopeia can be seen all year round, Orion only in Winter. Sky Alton Writer, Gryffindor She woke up to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, watching the sky through the window. “When I was little,” He said, as though they’d been talking a while, “I didn’t believe the sun was a star.” “Why not?” she asked into her pillow. “Well, stars are night, sun is day. It seems like an opposite, right?” “I suppose.” she reluctantly propped herself up on an elbow. He would choose now for deep observations. “It just goes to show,” he said, flopping back down on the bed, “That the world is never as straightforward as it looks.” Sky Alton Writer, Gryffindor He was walking home when he saw them: a shower of brilliant green stars, stark against the night. He nearly stopped in his tracks in the middle of the road and a driver honked their horn. The stars winked out and he hurried on. It had to be early fireworks, surely? What else could it be? Red and gold stars fountained up into the sky, shooting high into the heavens. He’d never seen a firework like that. So bright, so silent. The stars vanished, leaving him disappointed and cold. Then the sky was blown apart by a huge, golden sunburst.
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