Connor decided it was treehouse time, This was one of his favorite places in the school. It was comfortable and big, the perfect place to read a book or just clear your head from your weird roommate, or your needy Cat. Assuming other people had these as well.

But whatever, it was a new term and Connor Jones was going to make the most of it. His back leaned against the wall of the treehouse as he sat on the floor, going through different pages of his book. Hmm. There was no technology here except in the Muggle Studies class, but he was fine using a quill, it made him feel like he was a writer from years and years ago, before Typewriters or computers, he debated getting a typewriter. Should be something he could use here, maybe he would ask for one for christmas? Or his birthday, kinda the same thing though.