Weasley Swamp was an... interesting selection of where to meet, but at this stage Evan was used to Margaret's eclectic study settings. What he was not used to? Being wholly unprepared for the subject in which they would be practicing.

Evan knew probably about as much as he could from reading about the Patronus charm, people's first hand accounts of what it felt like to cast the charm for the first time and how they felt seeing the form it took. He also probably could have recited a full list of patronuses from the greats of History, from Harry Potter, to the Marauders, to even some of the old Headmasters and Headmistresses. But what he couldn't do? Cast one. That required a powerful memory, and... he had yet to find one strong enough. He was hoping he could coach Margaret through hers based on the recounts he'd read, but he was equally hoping she wouldn't want to see him try. Not unless he established something that could work as a memory.

Making his way down the corridor, hands shoved in the pockets of his dark blue jeans and his converse making a soft thud in the otherwise silent hall, he made his way to the meeting spot, spotting Margaret sitting and waiting for him. He moved his hands, giving a small wave as he approached, his baggy red flannel sleeve falling backwards on his arm and revealing some of the tattoo options he'd been practicing on himself. "Hey." He greeted, finally within range. "How's it going?"