Evan was lying in his bed, smoking yet another cigarette after he got back from a test he had taken in potions class, which went absolutely disastrous. You were with him, watching him as he smoked an entire packet on his own out of anger. Talking to him would have been useless as he was just a straight up asshole when in such a mood. You just decided to paint while he was being himself, staying in his presence while not saying a word.

"What are you painting this time?"

He asks with the cigarette still between his lips.