Eward didn't want to go anywhere near the drawing room. The mere thought of what he would remember unsettled him completely and he would not chance the flashbacks of anything he had done with Harry no matter what he had felt at the time. Because of this, he sat in his study or his bedchamber, leaning and thinking. He felt abused - though he had consented he wanted to feel like a man again. Wondering what he could do to assert it he did not notice the door open but on hearing his sister's voice he turned and, for the first time in a while, he smiled.