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Claude yawned as he sat up in bed, waiting on Professor Proxima
to arrive with his Astronomy lesson for the evening. He'd become too accustomed to the earlier bedtime he'd acquired as a result of being stuck in a hospital room while he continues to take potions to repair all the magical damage to his skin, organs, and muscles from the yeti - and his not-so-wise attempt to kill said yeti, which happened more by chance than anything else to kill the beast. Truth be told, he was grateful for the rest, for his body desperately needed it while it was still healing, and he welcomed anything that kept him distracted from the fact that he was stuck here and not able to return to Hogwarts yet. Sleep also afforded him the opportunity to stop thinking about that wretched stick that barely passed as a wand and his endless thoughts about how he was going to try to make a new one the moment he was back at Hogwarts. But the most welcome effect of his sleep was that it allowed him to stop thinking about Vox
, whom he missed more than anyone else, even his dearly departed Oak wand. Granted, she always haunted his dreams, particularly the memories of that broom ride they shared together before his 'adventure' tore them apart, but at least those were usually good dreams, the closest he'd been able to be to her in far too long. He still hadn't been able to contact her - the Ministry was trying to keep a tight lid on it, not alerting the Prophet of his discovery, and only allowing the Professors at Hogwarts to know so that he could study for the OWLs, under strict instructions not to tell anyone.
So tonight, as the professor arrived with a pile of books in hand, Claude longed for sleep again and didn't even notice that she hadn't brought him a telescope to peer through, as he usually did during Astronomy lessons. Instead, she informed him that he was to read up on Stonehenge and write an essay about its astronomical significance and how the positioning of its stones can be used to predict such events as lunar eclipses. Kill me now
, Claude wished, yearning for his bed and pillow. However, in light of the upcoming OWLs, he forced himself to read the books, pore over all the information, and to ink his quill. The essay that he wrote was far shorter
than the one he'd written for Professor Kelly for Theory, but when he'd finished the final period and glanced over it, he supposed it was at least satisfactory - for what was closing in on midnight, at least.