"I’d already been forced to stay on school grounds for Christmas and Easter hols, Professor," it was easier to get his voice to crack with that admission, because it still hurt. He'd not seen Pandora or Dorcas or Barty and their families and that still stung. "As punishment for what had happened at the beginning of the term. Usually my family would spend Easter night looking at the stars, but I wasn’t allowed. I really am sorry, Professor," tears of exhaustion, and perhaps pain —Malfoy and Theo were holding onto him really quite tightly— stung his eyes, but McGonagall didn’t have to know that. And just the weight of Evan's eyes on him; worried, heavy, curious. But it didn't feel suspicious; didn't feel cruel in any way. Just heavy. 