It wasn't her treehouse that she, her brother and father had built in their back yard or the one that Cornelius had hid out in over of the summer. This is treehouse was her home away from home treehouse. Her study spot, her hide out since her first year, Today it was her lunch spot.

The third year had bought out her lunch from the great hall to here. For some reason Katerina thought that some fresh air would do her some reason. She levitated her plate up to the top, then she climbed up the rope. She sat with her legs hanging off the side, Lunch time with a view. It wasn't a french riviera, but it was great.