After a long, tired, busy hour in Astronomy, Duce head felt extremely heavy. Her brain melted under the pressure of having to learn and comprehend all of Jupiter's moons. Europa--Io--Ganymede--Callisto--Thebe--Carme--weren't they all the same? They were they moons of Jupiter, so how different could they really be? Who gave a damn about moons anyway? How did this incorporate with magic and the wizard world? Somehow nothing made sense at the moment.

The sun blazed in the the far window of the common room. No one else was in here but the dust bunnies in the corners--well that was until Ivan came bursting through the common room door like the madman he is.

"Hey, why are you in here when everyone else is watching the first years play quidditch on the grounds?" Ivan asked.

"You would be locked in the castle too if you had just endured a boring class of Astronomy", Duce bit back slightly. "I need to rest my eyes."

Ivan groaned in a miserable way. He did not understand why Duce was in the castle on this fine day. "Bloody hell, Duce, no one gives a damn lick about the stars and planets. Get your arse up and enjoy the afternoon," Ivan dragged Duce off of her behind. For a moment she wobbled, trying to gain her balance.

Duce knew there was not a chance that she could convince her overly persistent cousin differently. She had no choice but to get dragged from the common room to the main halls. Duce tried to plead and beg--and Ivan kindly turned the favor by doing opposite of what she asked. The main halls were left in skid marks from both of their dirty shoes: the tracks would cover for them later in the day. The moment Duce stepped onto the grounds tons of commotion poured over the castle. Seventh years were cheering on the first years as they competed and collided against  each other, professors yelled hoarsely at the students to keep quiet, and a bunch of fourth years were snogging their faces completely off. Turning her face in pure annoyance, Duce sat under her favorite shade tree. If she was going to be forced out here, she might as well enjoy herself like the rest. Either way it goes, she had no choice.

Duce beheld the current childish quidditch game that was occuring. Squemish little first years banged and prodded against each other. From the looks of their tiny, cute faces, Duce could tell they were quite a bit of fun. Their laughs and screams bewildered Duce as she haven't seen a bunch of younger children that happy before. Their brooms also gave a gleam that gave the impression that the holders of them were exactly like the moons of Jupiter--very unique and special.

Aren't all the wizards and witches around the same? They all can perform magic abilities, so what was really different about them?

Speaking of voices being thrown hoarse, Gloria Gibbon had the feeling that if she didn't stop whooping she'd be caught having to be stuck in hospital stomach some throat heeling potion. Which was ick in her opinion. Still, she couldn't help but enjoy the energy of numerous students still thinking that it was summer, taking every chance for fun the moment the day's classes finished. Which suited Gloria, school sometimes looked to sneak up unexpectedly. Except if you tried to ignore the school owl which would sink to the low of trying to bite your fingers off if you ignored the school letter every year.

Before circling back to the castle she circled around further when she noticed some stragglers to the outdoors. "Hey Ivan. Hey Alyx. Bonkers out here innit?" she waved as she walked under the tree. "Firsties can't even fly yet and their trying their hardest to quidditch. Although I think it's basically degraded to broom ball by this point." Before the chance for confusions cropped up she explained "that's kind of like field hockey only you use the brush end of a broomstick. That would actually be difficult if you could only fend off quaffles and bludgers with the blunt end of your broom."

Clearly Gloria was being a ribbon of sunshine today with that much enthusiasm.