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Date: October 25th, 1999 - Late night, near midnight
Status: Public it is, then. (Er, if you don't mind, that is, Carrie.)
Setting: Outside, on the Manor grounds
Summary: Luna is practicing her Astronomy and waiting for Saturn to rise so that she can track it and hopefully predict where and when it will rise in 60 years' time.


Luna fiddled with her telescope, finally managing to make it stay upright properly. She sighed, taking her wand from behind her ear, and peered through the telescope, trying to find the waning Moon in the telescope's viewing field. It was just rising. Mars was bright tonight, but Saturn, the planet she was interested in, would not rise for another hour or so. Pointing her wand at the parchment in her hand, she noted down the positions of the stars in the sky, paying particular attention to the relative distance between the Pleiades and Taurus. If her calculations were correct, this was the area where Saturn would appear.

She was tracking the movement of Saturn every month in order to find if she could satisfactorily predict where it would be when the time came for it to intersect with Halley's Comet, if it did intersect with Halley's Comet. It never hurt to be extra sure of things, and two sightings of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks would definitely confirm their existence.

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"Oh. Oh. Um, okay?" said Luna hesitantly, wondering if Newt had become unhinged as he windmilled his arms. "An angel, a demon, a Tibetan, an Antichrist and the four Horsemen, you say? Sounds like a song lyric." She was interrupted by a soft beeping sound coming from her telescope. "Oh dear, well, that's me. I'm doing some astronomical calculations, and well," she gestured somewhat aimlessly with her left hand, taking hold of her wand with her right. "You're more than welcome to stay if you like, though. Both of you." She turned to her telescope, muttering, "An angel, a demon, a Tibetan, an Antichrist and the four Horsemen, oh my."

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Newt chuckled nervously, wondering if she was making a joke. Then he glanced at his w3atch. "Well, I guess I'd better be going. It's, you know, late. Um, nice meeting you. Er, and you." He added, turning in the general direction of the last place he remembered the ghost being and giving a cautious wave. And with that he turned and walked back inside.