As the weeks progressed Astor began to grow exasperated with the lack of intelligence, or sight of the Lord of the Castle. He began to grow more daring and emboldened in his search for clues to his whereabouts, sneaking past guards to enter forbidden rooms and skulking around at night when all the residents were asleep. His favourite room was the observatory upstairs, and as a break from his unfruitful searches, he would sit alone in this room gazing at the stars above from the open roof. He did not know how to use the large telescopes centred in the middle of the room, upon inspection he decided that it was in fact an ordinary telescope and could be used by a muggle astronomer if there was one in the castle, which Astor sincerely doubted. There was more magic in the stars than all this realm, he mused, as he relaxed in an armchair admiring the view.