Evan realized it was a small white tent that looked like it had seen better days. She waved her wand, and the tent poles and pegs found their way to the right places and the tent rose like a loaf of bread baking. Jean stepped through the flap, and he followed her into the unexpectedly large space. It had a homey feel, very lived-in though a bit musty smelling. There was red and gold everywhere, and he liked the contrast. "You can take whatever bunk you want. My meeting isn’t until tomorrow, so we have time to kill. Would you like a toasty?" 