As darkness fell, Keefer could be see trudging up the stairwell, lugging a telescope with him. He proceeded to set up his equipment and organize his notes. Lastly, he reached in his bag and grabbed a sheet of parchment, a well-used quill, and his inkwell.

He gazed into the telescope, making several mental notes and storing them in the strange system of filing cabinets that was his brain. Sketching carefully, he began to whistle a whimsical tune he made up as he went along. Checking the telescope frequently, he continued work on his Astronomy homework.

Occasionally he looked up from his work long enough to chat with an owl. He knew they could understand him. They were the most curious birds in the world in his opinion.

After some time, he finished humming The Marriage of Figaro, sighed, and examined his handy work. "That will do for now, I think. What do you think, Charles?" he said, directing the question to the barn owl eyeing him. Receiving a doleful hoot in reply, he took that to mean yes. He packed up his possessions and skipped down the stairs back to the common room.