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It was rather inconvenient, that he wasn’t able to enjoy this whole Christmas extravaganza as much as he would have liked. Sure, he wasn’t doing anything to help with the festivities, but that wasn’t what he had planned on doing, anyway. No, no, he was perfectly content being dragged away into a quiet little corner by Matilda; far enough away from everyone so they weren’t interrupted all the time, but public enough to get sneered at by anyone who wasn’t a Slytherin. Seriously, did people have that much of a problem with public displays of affection?

Or, maybe it was more like public displays of lust, since they were only 16, and Evan wasn’t exactly the most ‘affectionate’ of people. He was charming, and had a way with words that could make almost any girl melt right on the spot, but his reasons for wooing a girl were based mainly on primal needs…but he did care about the girls he actually dated. Like Matilda, for example…though he was sure she wouldn’t be too pleased, had she known that his thoughts were elsewhere, even though he was fully involved with what they were doing in their little corner.

It wasn’t his fault, that he had taken a quick look around the room at one point, and was able to catch Mackenzie leaving…only to be followed by one Sebastian Goldstein. At first, he just figured he should let it go, because if he was bothering her than Mackenzie would hopefully just tell him to ‘fuck off’, only without using that particular phrasing. He had turned his full attention back to Matilda, but as soon as she told him she would be right back, he nodded his head, waited for her to run off to do whatever it was she needed to do, and took the opportunity to go and investigate what the hell was going on with Mack and Goldstein, since they had been gone for way too long. Not that he was keeping track, but as a friend, he thought he should see if that obnoxious halfblood was bothering Mackenzie. It didn’t hurt to check, did it?

Lifting a hand, he pushed some of those platinum locks away from his forehead (Matilda had a thing about playing with his hair, it seemed), and then slipped that one along with the other into the pockets of his dress robes. He moved quietly…which was good, because he was able to catch the tail end of the conversation taking place between his friend and that Gryffindor she was speaking to. He felt his jaw twitch, but calmed himself down so he could round the corner, making his presence known. “Is there a problem here, Mackenzie?” He directed the question at the one other person in that hallway he actually respected…and as soon as he saw that she was crying, his gaze shifted over to Sebastian. The look he gave him was cold, and his jaw was set. Mack was one of his best friends, and he cared about her deeply...so if this bastard had hurt her somehow, there would be hell to pay.