Evan didn't bother with straightening out his clothes or fixing his hair, it was late and Diagon was nearly empty. There was no one of importance here nor did they have anywhere else to go, except home together.
As he waited for her to set the wards, he pulled out a box of smokes from his pocket and placed one between his lips. He then reached for his wand, brought it to the tip of the cigarette, and without a spoken word, a spark erupted from the wand to light his new vice. Unfortunately, he found himself using these more recently.
He took a long drag and pinching it between his fingers, pulled it from his mouth and let out a laugh, the smoke billowing from him as he did so. "You're going to think I'm lying, but I did not mean for this happen," he finally admitted.
The cigarette was not yet finished when Theia was and he mindfully dropped it to the cobblestones and smothered it with his shoe. He held out his hand to her in response and when she took it, they disappeared from Diagon only to suddenly emerge in Knockturn at the front door of the building where their flat was located. By day Knockturn was an already gray and cool place, but by night it grew dark, colder, and chilling. Home.
He pushed open the door, but before stepping inside, with his hand still holding hers, he pulled her to him, and just as before, he curled the fingers of his free hand around the back of her neck and kissed her. A deeply longing embrace as if to prove to himself that this was really happening.
His fingers laced with hers as he moved away from her, his lips parting from hers. "C'mon," he said, nodding toward the building, that signature handsome smile plastered to his face. With that, he stepped backward through the door, pulling her along with him.