There was... a lot of information to take down, between everyone answers and everything Professor Holden was provided, and Evan was scribbling furiously to keep it all straight, glad he'd casted a silencing charm over the usual scratch that could accompany a pen. The question about the Sacred Twenty Eight got a nod from him, remembering Recard's lessons the year before and having read about it previously.

But when Professor Holden continued... asking them to be open minded for opinions different than their own.. Evan had to hunch over his piece of paper, looking even more intent on his note taking to hide the lip clench. Being openminded and listening to opinions different from his own when it came to pure bloods and any type of reference to the event that happened two years ago... He'd be willing if someone could spin it to not sound as hateful as it had all felt. But he highly doubted that was a task someone could accomplish - so really if it came down to it... he'd voluntarily leave if he had to. He was just certainly hopeful that it wasn't going to spark any type of that conversation.

Taking the piece of parchment passed out, Evan did quick work of the questions, writing each name clearly next to the fact he believed to be related to each of the person below. Once he'd finished, he'd forgotten enough about his earlier feelings that he could keep his head up and observing the different faces of the Black Family. If he was to pick a favorite based off what he knew of them, it was easily Andromeda's daughter, Nymphadora, so he found himself looking at her picture more than the others.