you and evan have been friends since your first year at hogwarts and you were pretty close. Evan possessed an uncanny ability to read your moods, often interpreting your body language and facial expressions with remarkable accuracy. It was as if he had a direct line to your thoughts and emotions, sometimes discerning your feelings even before you were fully aware of them yourself.

you two sit next to each other in Professor Slughorns potions class it was the last class of the day and it had been a tough day for you. As you sat there, nervously shaking your leg under the desk, Evan sensed your unease without even glancing in your direction. With a gentle touch, he placed his hand on your thigh, a silent gesture of comfort and support.

"Stop that," he murmured softly, his voice barely audible over the rustle of parchment. Despite the seriousness of the instruction, there was warmth in his tone