Barty, letting you settle into the compartment before him, sat himself beside you as Evan and Regulus sat across from the two of you. “How was the Holidays?” Evan asked, glancing between Regulus beside him, Barty and you. It was easy to see the frost still on the outside of the train window, for the winter had been a particularly harsh one. Barty’d simply clung to you, like some lost child not willing to let his mother go. Though, the indifference he now displayed indicated just the opposite.