.........And for their next stop, Dylan had decided on the Whomping Willow. Why not, right? It was an ancient tree with flaily branches that could knock them out...if they got too close. In other words, one of the Slytherin's favorite places on the grounds.

Smirkety smirk.

Also, the charm had defo lost it's power as he, once again, went to look up. So...taking a moment, Dylan whipped out his wand to remedy the situation. With a slight wave and gentle tap to his eyelids (and the muttered incantation), he was immediately back in business...And then he was blinking a few times. His eyes felt dry and itchy...Meh.

Gazing up for the umpteenth time, the Slytherin sought out Draco...Dragon, dragon....It was his favorite constellation...Hmm...and then, of course, Ursa Minor was right there with Draco...So, it wasn't hard at all to spot the Little Dipper with Draco arched over it in a way...

Right. Polaris. There you are!