Evan was stood outside of the Portrait Hole, fidgeting with his red, plastic cup. He seemed to be swishing the alcohol inside, eyes trained on the waves he was creating. A few times, some dripped out of his cup, causing him to mutter a curse before continuing.

It was a bit hard to tell in the torchlight of the corridor, but his face had a somber expression on it. He didn't seem to be enjoying himself as much as he could.