"You’ll have the best luck just having Nott explain," Evan said, and he seemed to be nursing a drink, slumped in the armchair nearest to the fire, bare feet kicked up. He looked utterly done with the entire situation. "And come here, both of you. Let me check for injury. Cheers," he downed whatever was left in his glass, sitting up and waiting for Harry and Malfoy to follow instructions. 