"Well, yes, that is what I just said," Evan replied with a shrug as he followed Neville, or well, rather moved away from the door with Neville. Evan had no interest in following Neville to Harry's room to check if he was there. "Things are fine?" Evan offered at the question. He wasn't sure he had a great deal more to reply to that. In general, things were always fine. Evan supposed he could tell Neville about the sort of things he had gotten up to lately but... they weren't friends? Sure, Neville was nice and all but he was Harry's friend and Evan didn't think it was right for him to infringe on that (not that he thought Neville would have any interest in being Evan's friend, not when he could be Harry's friend instead).
Moving into the kitchen area, Evan downed the tea he had left in his mug. "Do you want tea?" He asked Neville already going about making himself a new mug. Neville was, sort of, a guest, so Evan supposed he really should offer tea. So he did. "Ron's home, I think," Evan said glancing at where Ron's bedroom was. "If you want to talk to him." Neville and Ron were friends, right? Maybe? Evan had not a fucking clue.