After last term, there were some places Evan had started to establish as some of his favorite places to go to. Pretty much anywhere outside, the Tech lounge and the portraits were some of the most notable. The portraits were sometimes like talking to a living (except not so much) piece of history. And actually, thinking about it, he would love to pick Beaumont Marjoribanks brain regarding the slimy weed good for underwater breathing.

He paused as he scanned the walls, not actually sure where to find the specific portrait. But he had some time to figure it out. For now, he'd just pull out his sheet of paper and jot down some other questions that might be pertinent to ask. If the portrait was even willing anyways to share info.