Keith couldn't sleep.
It wasn't homework - he was never stressed about that. It wasn't Spice - he was making a tidy little profit, trade routes (such as they were) had normalized, and nobody seemed to suspect a thing. It certainly wasn't school drama. He couldn't give less of a shit about that.
So he wasn't sure what it was exactly, that lead him to the top of the astronomy tower at three in the morning. It was absolutely freezing outside, but Keith had had the foresight to bring a heavy quilt from his bed to insulate him from the cold. He must look idiotic, but he wasn't worried about anyone seeing him. After all, he had the key to the castle in the palm of his hands.
Speaking of the key to the castle, he stole another look down at the wrinkled piece of parchment clenched in one hand. Most of the dots that represented students were tucked up in their dormitories - a few were out, studying late or going to the bathroom. None were anywhere near the tower though.
Wait, scratch that. Keith narrowed his eyes as he saw a single dot moving steadily towards his current location. Teddy Crewe, it read.
Keith half chuckled, half groaned. She was too close for him to sneak by her now. He had no idea why she was coming up to the astronomy tower this early in the morning, but if he couldn't prevent it, he might as well make a show.
"Mischief managed," he said, tapping the Map with his wand. The lines of ink vanished, fading into the paper as if they were never there in the first place. Satisfied, Keith stuffed the map into his pocket and took a seat with his back to the hatch leading up to the tower.
A few moments later, he heard the hatch creak open. "Sup, Teddy?" He asked, making sure to keep his back to her.