As it was, it was just Evan —standing really in quite the perfect place to block the sun from Harry’s eyes— looming above him. Harry grinned at him, lazy and satisfied. His body hummed similar to the way it had after the Unsealing Ceremony, so Harry released the hold of his trembling fingers from the broom, pounding heart beginning the troubling process of returning to its normal rhythm. Harry scratched at his shoulder, but really he was just letting his ring crawl onto his arm to begin the process of scabbing his wounds. He'd have to find Bethesda the largest, juiciest rat he could. He'd terrified his poor girl.