The Treehouse was another relaxing spot on the Grounds that Evan liked to frequent. In the beginning, he'd been a little leery of the height, but after a slip on the ladder once and feeling the anti-gravity charms keeping him from injury, he was much more comfortable around the whole thing. So after the first few classes, he'd decided this would be a good place to try getting some studying in.

Or just sitting and finally writing that letter he owed his Eomma. With his bag slung over his shoulder, Evan started the trek up the staircase - preferring that over the ladder - and finding a pillow to lay against the siding so he could sit and stretch his legs out in front of him. That was much more comfortable than the chairs, he found.

Although highly more inconvenient for anyone else wanting to get around him.