In the midst of war and chaos, Eve struggles to find and keep her true love - but also herself.
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Eve and Regulus desperately wish to find their way out of their siblings' shadows - but they might just find that the darkness is the best place to be...
"If Eve ever had a platonic soulmate, then it would be Barry."
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"IT'S REALLY GREAT to see you again, Mrs. Crouch," Eve said warmly, hiking her bag up a little higher on her shoulder. It bit through the jacket she was wearing, and Eve knew she would have a red line cutting through her shoulder by the time she could set it down.
"You as well, Ms. Potter," Mrs. Crouch responded. She was a frail woman, all tall and unnaturally thin, wheat-blonde hair the same color as her son's but falling down to her collarbone instead of her chin. Despite her near-sickly appearance, she stood proudly, chin-up and back-straight in such a way that automatically made Eve fix her own posture. "We're happy to be hosting you this Yule."
"Thank you for doing so," Eve responded, giving as innocent of a smile as she could. "Barry has been such a great friend this semester, I was so happy to get an invitation."
Mrs. Crouch gave another, marginally warmer, smile before turning around and walking toward the floo area, gesturing with a lazy hand for them to follow her.
"Suck up," Barry said, and elbowed her playfully in the ribs.
She snickered at him, reaching up to ruffle his hair until it was falling out of it's carefully crafted style and into his eyes, and then darted away before he could retaliate.
He pulled her ponytail and let go a split second before his mother turned back around, smiling pure and kind. Mrs. Crouch's expression seemed to soften, and then she turned back around to throw floo powder into the fireplace, disappearing with a quiet, "Crouch Manor!"
"Lyn!" she heard a voice call out to her, and promptly panicked; Barry threw more powder into the fire and practically pushed her in, and the last thing Eve saw before she was taken by the green flames was the familiar warm brown of her twins' eyes.
She falls on her face, spluttering our ash, and right as she pushes herself up Barry comes tumbling out, landing on top of her with a groan. He rolls off of her, offering a muffled apology, and for a moment they both lay on the floor.
"Right," Barry says, and pops up, sticking out his hand and pulling her to her feet, "I wanna show you to your room - it's right next to mine, we've got an adjoining loo and everything."
Eve wrinkles her nose, lets him drag her out the room they had landed in, and determinedly does not think of her brother as she responds, "You want me to share a bathroom with you, Barry, really? You're a mess-"
"I've got hair paint," he interrupted, practically running up a twisting flight of stairs. They were going so quickly Eve couldn't take the time to look at anything for longer than half a second.
