Hallway by the Great Hall, open to anyone
Ever since Evan's spider bite had been cured, he had needed to learn to use his leg again. This ordeal, although uncomfortable, had proven almost a relief to him. He'd spent so much time in the infirmary, where no one expected much from him and he could (pretend to) read his class notes at his own pace. Until the hard part came and Madam Pomfrey forced him onto his feet, but even then at least he didn't have to go to class.
Now, he had none of those advantages. He was well enough to go back to classes and had to hobble around with a cane. Like an old man. The cane even looked like an old man's, all wooden and knobbly. This put him in a foul mood that made him even less interested in socialising.
As he hobbled back from an afternoon check-up with Madam Pomfrey (which he had complained the wole way through), he peeked into the Great Hall. The noise and bustle sliced into his brain and he decided he wasn't hungry, moving on in the direction of the dungeons.
Now, he had none of those advantages. He was well enough to go back to classes and had to hobble around with a cane. Like an old man. The cane even looked like an old man's, all wooden and knobbly. This put him in a foul mood that made him even less interested in socialising.
As he hobbled back from an afternoon check-up with Madam Pomfrey (which he had complained the wole way through), he peeked into the Great Hall. The noise and bustle sliced into his brain and he decided he wasn't hungry, moving on in the direction of the dungeons.