"I sound like Malfoy. Haz–" whatever Evan was going to say, he seemed to think better of it. Harry wanted to know what it was. "Anyway. So he plucks me out of Saint Mungo’s and he doesn’t offer, Haz. No he makes me take this job because apparently it was between me and old Slughorn and he’d much rather have me. Like it's some sort of honour. And apparently apparently I owe him a favour. Of course he didn’t use those exact words but." He shrugged, leaning back in his chair and throwing his feet on the desk. 