"Evans. A word."

He stops, but he doesn't turn around.

"Look at me when I speak to you."

Reluctantly, he does.

"The rags you wore to bed, as well as the ones you have on now, are completely unacceptable."

He looks down. His robes don't cover Dudley's oversized trainers. His big toe is sticking out.

"I'm granting permission for you to go into Hogsmeade immediately after classes."

He stares at Snape like the man has lost his mind. Then he remembers.

"I have no money."

Thanks to inheritance laws straight out of the Dark Ages.

"Put it on my account."