second book in the Evelyn Black series
• • mature - language, drugs, alcohol, themes of sex • •
NEXT BOOK: Back to Hope
• slow slow-burn (like years) friends to lovers •
• soft burn romance •
[ all books listed in prologue via chronological order ]
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"How chilly do you reckon it is outside?" Evelyn questions the group as she looks out the window from the common room sill. She rubs her arm, covered in a thin fabric white long-sleeve, in debate of how it looks outside to try and determine how cold it might be.
Fred shrugs from the loveseat, his eyes focused on the letter in his hand: the letter from Charlie.
"You might want something to cover up," Ginny tells her. "Just in case."
Evelyn nods. She turns her head from the moon-lit tree line past the vastest part of the Black Lake, finding George sat beside Fred as they all wait for Ron and Hermione to make their way down to the group. "Hey, George—"
He doesn't even look up. "You know where everything is."
A grin splits across her face as she jumps up from the crimson cushion and hurries to her twisted ascent of the concrete stairs.
"Hey guys," she calls as she passes Ron and Hermione trotting down the steps at their own pace. They don't even get a chance to greet her before she's gone up the next floor.
"What's Ev doin'?" Ron asks.
"She wanted a jumper," George says mindlessly, "she's goin' to get one of mine."
Hermione and Ginny lock eyes; they both hold a form of disappointed amusement in their eyes as they shake their heads, some silent agreement of the situation.
"George?" Ginny asks in a peaked tone as Hermione rounds the couch end to sit beside her, Ron leaning onto the backboard behind them.
George looks up to her. "Yeah, Gin?"
"Why don't you just... ask Evelyn out?" She questions him.
Fred's head drops back as a roar of laughter escapes his chest.
Ron nearly gags at the thought. "Ginny!"
George's skin lights on fire the second she asks it, his pale complexion reddening before he even has a chance think of how he should respond. The simple thought of asking Evelyn on a date made George's insides twist until they suffocate the thought out of instinctual intimidation.
Fred's laugh rings through George's shell-shocked mind like man screaming into a cave. A tear even slips from Fred's eyes from how hard he's howling. "Holy Hell, Gin," He cackles.
"I'm—" George clears his throat, "I— Gin..."
"She won't be available forever," Hermione points out. "I mean... between Cedric and Adrian alone, it's a miracle no ones had to break-up a fist fight in the halls yet."
"Don't be ridiculous," Ron says. "George's got that Ravenclaw girl all at him, no way he's after Evelyn."
"That's just rude Ronald!" Hermione chides him. "Evelyn is perfect girlfriend material."
