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Professor Evaline Holdster ran her hands over the wrought iron balcony of the Astronomy Tower. Up here, she was so free. Settled in the highest rooms of the tallest tower, she wasn’t buried under a mountain of Hogwarts stone. She could still breathe. As a child she’d been told off for having her head in the stars, but today she found herself drawn downward, simply gazing in awe as she observed the silvery glow of starlight shimmering over the inky depths of the Black Lake. A view such as this may be the only thing beautiful enough to rival her love of the celestial. To bring her down to earth.
Deep down in the darkest corner of the Dungeons, another Professor was still awake. Rubbing his tired eyes, Aesop Sharp found himself looking up at the moon. He never usually looked through the sliver of window that formed his only connection to the outside world - it was usually far too dark this late at night to discern anything from his underground room. But there was just something about tonight’s night sky that shone brighter, and brought a fleeting smile to his lips. Something that made him want to go outside and look up. To stargaze.