𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓

thirteen

➶︎ A TOUCH OF SUSPICION !

    THE MOMENT MRS. WEASLEY entered the house, Evangeline took it as a sign that her job was done. She felt as if she was intruding when Mrs. Weasley hugged her children, though her eyes seemed heavy to move from the unfamiliar sight of family. She was about to slip out of the house quietly, but it seems that the occupants proved that to be a bit of a difficult task.

    Evangeline caught sight of Sirius in the doorway of the kitchen which connected to the hallway.

    "Leaving already?" He asked, his arms folded as he leaned on the doorway.

    "Yeah," the girl replied apprehensively, the shock in her face that her uncle was conversing with her evident, "I've got things to do."

    Sirius sighed, as if something heavy has just passed his mind as he gave her a knowing look. She hated the look on his face, as if he was able to see right through her.

"Alright. Don't work yourself to death though, kid."

    Evangeline stiffened at that, but plastered on a smile nonetheless, "I won't, I know what I'm doing—but thank you."

    It was silent for a dot. Sirius seems to have something else to say before deciding otherwise.

    "Of course," he replied at the end.

With an awkward nod, the heiress left.

THE HEIRESS FINDS HER EMPTY MANOR peaceful. When the heiress put up that cold, confident font, it was hard to remember that she was technically still fifteen in age. A child, in technical terms. People often forget that work wouldn't be able to come naturally to a fifteen year old, and that each waking moment in the heiress' life would be spent learning all the while doing. It was exhausting, and Evie could barely say she knows what exactly she was doing most of the time, so reaching the concrete walls of her enclosed home was a moment of rest. A moment of peace for the heiress. Despite the fact that the house looked more like a museum rather than a home, and was quiet and barren most of the time, it made Evangeline feel safe. It allowed her to rest, for once.

'For once', however, did not seem to be today. Reaching home through the fireplace, what was greeting her was not the usual silence but an un-welcomed welcomed intruder.

"Where have you been?" Asked Theodore, standing in front of her with crossed arms.

Evie stiffened, her annoyance starting as she looked at the boy, "Business with Kingsley."