When his hands settled on Harry's shoulders, his magicks tried to fight it like a brand. He didn't know what was happening. He didn't know what this feeling was. He didn't even know Evan had this much power. His magicks seemed to manifest around him in a faint sort of glow that focussed itself the more Harry focussed on it. Warm and nearly harsh —violet, Harry realised with a certainty that he felt in his bones, but he didn't know where it came from.