Lugging the crappy muggle telescope she kept stowed away in the corner of her room up to the rooftop had never been an easy task for Cora, but somehow she managed. It was something about levitating the telescope through the window and crawling out after it that tripped Cora up every single time. To be completely honest, it was by pure luck only she hadn’t smashed out a pane yet—there were no guarantees her charm work would be strong enough to fix it. She’d just barely gotten the telescope set up, barely steady on uneven legs, when she heard another set of footsteps coming up the stairs. One look into the telescope told her all she’d needed to know—she wasn’t going to see anything. “Damn city lights.” Damn cheap muggle telescope. Huffing, she turned around, catching a pair of eyes staring at her. “What?”
