"You, Robin, better be carefully where you step." Harry warned, still privately angry that Robin had snuck into his office and stolen from him, broken into his office. "I don't care whose idea it was, you're both as bad as each other."
He sighed, pushing his hair from his eyes and looked at the bruised and battered blonde boy. "You. Evander. Have you been to see a doctor?" He asked, gesturing then to the boy's bruised shoulders. No doubt the lad had a few more besides. If he wasn't one of Slater's lads, then there wasn't so much of an immediate problem, and the best thing to do was to make sure he didn’t drop dead right there in front of them. “Where’d you get beat up? Remember what they looked like?”
“Nell, you don’t think we’ll need the spare room for a little while, do you? Evander can stay here without hiding under the beds or in more wardrobes.”