Effie hadn't even liked Astronomy. It didn't seem the most practical subject to study–it wasn't as if anything they did here could effect the stars. Why should they bother with things like that when they could focus more on transfiguration and charms? Things that actually did something. Which was why it was a surprise that as she worked on this project with the other Effie, she found she didn't mind so much. And after a while, she had even begun to look forward to their meetings.

The younger Effie wasn't the strongest writer, so she had really leaned on the fifth year during that portion of the project. It hadn't seemed like she minded, which was a relief. There was nothing she hated more than being a burden. Though even knowing that, it didn't keep her heart from pounding everytime the other girl was near–or from tapping a frantic rhythm when their hands would brush while they worked.

"Seems that way," She replied with a grin–both to them finishing next week and to them making a good team. Completely oblivious to the blossoms stuck in her hair, she began to stopper their ink wells. A twist in her gut made her frown. She didn't particularly like the idea of this project ending. She flicked her dark gaze up to Effie's face and said almost wistfully, "I think you've even made me enjoy Astronomy, which is something I never thought I'd say."