Truth be told, Evan rather enjoyed being able to exert this kind of power over Hestia's head. They had, as stated, been rivals at school in almost everything. Head-to-head, always. One would get an O in Potions. The other would win their next Quidditch match. They were even prefects at the same time. It had always been a turbulent match of wits and fists. However, after the end of the war, Evan had won once and for all when he plucked Hestia's name out of dozens of files that had landed on his desks for rehousing. He had decided once and for all that he was going to punish her for ever trying to upstage him. He was determined to do that by force, too, squashing every little piece that made her her.
He had subjected her, many times, to his vindictive little punishments. He had deprived her of warmth. Of food. Of clothing and basic comforts. He had forced her to count the threads of every set of bed-sheets in the entire house. He had made her serve his business associates on her knees with a tray around her neck. He had even made her sleept with the house elves her first week there. This breakfast was just the very tip of the iceberg, really. It was nothing out of the norm. But it was exaggerated by his foul mood.
Barely giving her a second glance, Evan scowled and reached for the newspaper. "You don't have time for that. Find a way to fix this one." Pausing, he finally glanced towards her, allowing a biting smile in her direction. "And when you're done you can fix these shoes, won't you? They're a bit scuffed."