Muggle Studies was his favorite class now, for obvious reasons, and the fact it was close to the end of another day and outside was even better. Evan hadn't forgotten where to go, if only because he'd been kind of looking forward to it all day. As he approached, he could see the large trunks, and the fire pit which... very much looked like they were having a some type of camp out. The sight made him nostalgic for home and for the previous summer.

But what didn't fit with the camping theme, was the whiteboard that looked very out of place. But obviously for a class, it was necessary, so it was the quiet reminder that this was a class and should still be taken somewhat seriously.

Approaching the group, Evan gave his head of house a polite nod and a "Good afternoon, sir." before finding himself a spot as well to sit. He could see a lot of his fellow year mates, as well as some other familiar faces, but decided against sitting on one of the logs with anyone in case some of the youngers wanted those seats. So instead, he also found himself a free spot on the ground and lowered himself criss cross applesauce, pulling his bag into his lap just in case he'd need to pull out pen and paper for notes.