Originally Posted by Chelliephone

Only a four year old? And just a father? He considered asking where her mum was, but decided that was too prying for someone he hardly knew. It might have been a sensitive subject anyways, and he’d hate to be rude. ‘Are you and your brother close?” Because he got the general jist she was not with her father. A part of him wondered if it was hard to be close to a four year old though when there was such a large age gap. He’d always been lucky and happy to have his siblings so close in age to him. Maybe that was actually one of the benefits of being a middle child.

… So it was Minjae who had decided on the antlers. That seemed an odd thing, but he was also curious about what spell that was. Another mental note to search for that as well. “Suppose it was probably a harmless type of spell?” Maybe the older student had wanted to hurt her, despite the fact that’s probably exactly what fake!Trent had wanted. Which Evan also decided to not call him that anymore. They knew it was Rosier and it seemed a discredit to the Headmaster to continue to associate him with the former Neo-Alliance leader. “He was terrible so makes sense to not have liked him.” He’d certainly shed no tears over that death.

“I usually prefer muggle options to magic too.” In everything, but he could agree specifically regarding transportation for now. “Boats are fun modes of transportation.” Maybe he’d own one one day like his cousin’s soon to be husband. Or maybe Aziel would just take him out on the water. Either would be fine.

He was… surprised by her answer. Enough so that Evan actually sat up, sit cross legged now instead of sprawled out staring at the ceiling. He eyed Ash curiously at her words, his expression probably showing how much he.. Didn’t understand what she meant. How was she like Upstead? “How do they remind you of yourself?”

The first one made perfect sense, so he just nodded in understanding at that. He raised an eyebrow at the ‘reasons’ portion, not privy to what happened between them and very much having kept his head down and not paid much attention to his peers. He would have been appalled however, and also entirely understood why she was upset. “Healer Poppy is a quack and doesn’t even seem to adequately know how to actually conduct therapy sessions. She’s going to cause more damage than good.” He knew these things from watching his Eomma. She might not have been perfect, but she still would have broken up the groups for a therapy session by similarities. Like ages, or blood status or room vs… not room. Categorizing was not something he was usually an advocate for but when it came to therapy.. It might have had it’s uses.

“Me too.” Safe spaces were good to have. And the common room was becoming more and more important to him the more he realized how alone he was. His friends had bounced which did not leave much room for anyone to talk to. Though in reality, he wouldn’t have talked to them anyways probably. “A closet? That’s one of your safe spaces as well?”