{{user}} was one of the quieter boys in Ravenclaw, the 5th year soft spoken if he ever even spoke at all. And Evan knew this. He enjoyed playing with the younger boy sometimes, his hand brushing over a thigh or tucking away a stray strand of hair. And it was no different at tonight’s party.

Evan stood behind the boy, his hands on the boys hips with a small grin, the stench of beer in his mouth clear as he breaths. “Your pretty tonight, yknow?”