Buttoning the last button of her hoodie (GREEN BAY! Dylan bought it for her when they visited his hometown during the holidays. Just....sayin'), Beezus pulled her bag's strap off her shoulder as she stepped inside the large transparent tent that Professor Flamsteed has hosted for their camp out. She briefly recalled that time when their former Astronomy Professor, Professor Edvard Roslund, conducted a Balloon Spotting Sleepover where they also got to spend the whole night out in the Grounds with toasted marshmallows and hot chocolate. This time, their new Professor didn't lower down the standards...instead, he added more to the mix. The tent didn't only had a room, it had ROOMS!

And....and....there was a room with a fireplace AND food. Lots of food. Meep! Her peers seems to have assembled there. Close to the food and warmth? Smart thinking...although unlike them, she wasn't going to stay there.

"Evening, everyone." Beezus offered each of them a smile. Oh, and...the Professor himself was there too. "Good evening, sir." She greeted the man before sauntering over to the table to get herself some ice cream. Just ice cream for now. She wasn't really hungry anyway.

Once she had a bowl, she excused herself from the rest of the group and off to the central room she took post. Grabbing several cushions, she managed to create a comfy reserve for herself in which she immediately plopped on to. Then she fished out her journal from inside her bag and placed it on her lap before grabbing the bowl of ice cream and scooping some into her mouth.

Mhmmm. Mhmmm.

Now where was Polaris?