It was end of term, and yet Evan felt like he was more on edge than he'd been all year. It was a trauma response, of that he was sure, but still it's like his entire being was waiting for the other foot to drop. The term had been... complicated, sure, and busy with all of the play preparations. A play which had gone quite well once the fake!Healer had been dealt with. But even with all of the therapy and the Poppy shenanigans... well the term had been quite. Something of which he was entirely grateful for. ENTIRELY. And yet still couldn't help but be suspicious of.

He just hoped the last meal and getting on the train went as smooth.

Making his way to the Ravenclaw table, Evan found a spot near Ash and slid into the seat next to her, offering a small smile although she appeared to be already engaged with her sketchbook. "Hi." He offered a fairly quiet greeting, in case she didn't want to be disturbed, while he settled into his seat and eyed the rest of the tables, his stomach giving a small grumble.