Harry walked over to him slowly, and settled himself on the floor, prying one of Evan's hands from his hair to hold it in his own and play with his fingernails. Evan was on the verge of hyperventilating, eyes flashing from purple to violet, hand clenching and unclenching in his hair rhythmically. "Tell me what's going on, Ev. One rule, right?" Harry didn't know what was happening. All he knew was that Evan looked terrified, and that wasn't right. All he knew was that his magicks were fighting Evan's when they usually welcomed him, and that wasn't right. All he knew was that Evan's hand was trembling where he held onto it, and that wasn't right. All he knew was his flesh was burning and that wasn't right. 