Evan had just finished his preparations for Neville's sleeping place... if one would call it that. At the present moment Evan stood before a large dark wood wardrobe, it looked large enough to house plenty of clothing and large enough to hide in. He was adding the final touches, small spits of gold and blue sparks flew from the tip of his wand while the inside of the closed wardrobe rumbled and bumped as though something were inside of it until there was silence.
Hearing the small panting voice from outside the door Evan turned, "Well come in and shut the door," he ordered, his wand still in his hand and rested it at his side watching as the young boy entered the room.