Evan did probably, most likely, kind of adore Ginny. Perhaps he wouldn't have necessarily used the word 'adore' but realistically it was probably quite close to his feelings towards the girl. There were a few people Evan got on well with, plenty he sort of got on with, but Ginny definitely slotted in the first category. She was his favourite Weasley, even if he wasn't planning to say that to Ron any time soon. Then again, him and Ron didn't quite the same kind of friendship Evan and Ginny did, because Evan was pretty sure that at no point Ron Weasley would tell him that he loved him. Even if the thought was hilarious.
Evan helped himself to the tea, squeezing the tea bag carefully to get the right level of strength out of it, before looking up at Ginny when she spoke again. Almost definitely unnecessarily, Evan leaned in closer to Ginny, to the point where his nose was almost brushing her cheek. "You're blushing," he commented, deeming his inspection of her face satisfactory and leaning back to concentrate on his pancakes. "Marcus Flint," Evan repeated as if hearing the name for the first time, which he technically was, because Ginny had definitely called him 'Martin' the previous time around, Evan was pretty sure. "So does he fancy you?" Evan asked casually.
"Jim went out," he shrugged. "I drew a tower," which was a bit of an understatement for the piece of work Evan had done for his class, but he strongly doubted Ginny would want to hear the small details. "Nothing blush worthy happened," he added. "Well, perhaps to Jim," because Evan didn't know.