Merlin, this was getting repetitive.
As Dylan continued to look up and eye the North Star, he fumbled with the sextant. It was a weird weight in his hand, too. Not at all like a snitch...but like something else that he couldn't rightfully place or remember.
Weeeeeeeeird.
Lifting the metal object in his hand...for hopefully the last time, he went about getting the mirrors into place. He was aiming out towards the Black Lake...and the Hogwartian-skyline...and then he was making adjustments. Dylan went ahead and pushed that blasted clamp down...and waited to catch sight of the North Star through it's lens.....It took less time than all those previous as it came into view through the lens.
CLAMP!RELEASE!
Making mooooooore adjustments....
"Do you feel like this was a ploy to get us out of the classroom?" If Professor Flamsteed wanted to spend time with Professor Romanos....or Professor Elwood....the elaborate assignment hadn't been necessary. Dylan knew how it was...Chicks bewitched the mind...
Meh.
Looking at the numbered-dial...he seen this one had measured at 22 degrees.
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
"Done."