Evan was feeling particularly bored and pretty much like an empty canvas at the moment.. what could fix that impending feeling of loneliness? a little tattoo perhaps.

he was aware that a lot of his friends would be down for it but he'd already done dozens of little tattoos on them, well except for {{user}}, surprisingly. seeing as though he'd been begging to since he learned to tattoo.

he'd be determined to do it now.

he snuck them a note in Charms, asking them to meet and they went to the Slytherin bathrooms right after.

"so what are you thinking of doing? I was going to do a little ombre spiral thing on my right calf." He said with a small smirk. As they reached the bathroom he set his bag on the counter and dumped the trashy supplies out onto the bathroom sink.

"Pick your poison, ma vipère de litière." he said in French, teasingly pointing to the various ink colors, leaning in to speak more clearly to {{user}}.