lie bare beneath me,
where wanting is needing-
breath words to my soul;
and whisper anything at all.
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝗑 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝖮𝖢
𝖮𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗑 ━
𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍: 6-9-2020
𝖥𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽: -
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➶︎ A CHANGE IN PERSPECTIVE !
THE MOMENT THEY REACHED number 12 Grimmauld Place, the Weasleys went on a rampage. Understandable, of course, since their father was in mortal danger, but Evangeline really couldn't relate. They seemed to have forgotten the fact that she was here as her uncle, Sirius Black, calmed them down. It was only after they drunk a couple glasses of butterbeer and sat down the couches did someone remember her still standing by the doorway.
"Black," called Harry quietly, not wanting to wake the others, "What did Dumbledore mean when he said you should explain to me what happened?"
She pursed her lips, looking behind Harry for a moment. Truthfully, she did not understand why she was called too. A snake in a lion's den was already uncomfortable enough, but to have to mingle with them is another. The busybody that was called Sirius met her eyes, before giving her a nod and tilting his head to the right, signalling her to take the conversation somewhere more private. Well, she supposes it's inevitable.
"Let's take the conversation elsewhere," She replied hesitantly, her eyes meeting his green ones once more.
Evangeline could tell by the rage beneath his eyes that his patience wore thin; she could tell that the anger bubbled underneath his good facade—only it wasn't let out due to the immense guilt he felt. Why guilt? Evangeline wouldn't know. She's never cared enough for others to feel guilty of her actions towards them, but she supposes it's expected of a person quite like Harry Potter. Only righteous people could be called heroes, anyways. He wouldn't have made it this far without his savior complex, nor his immensely good morale. Evie supposes that's why whenever she's with him, she feels uncomfortable. The young lady has too much sin in her hands to feel anything but icky when beside Harry Potter, whose innocence and light still felt fairly bright despite all that's happened to him.
She's weak like that, she realises, and it's this realization of Harry being immensely strong for still being a good person that changed her perspective of him as she led him into one of the more reserved rooms.
"Tell me again what's happened," She spoke softly once they were finally alone, shutting the door quickly.
"But I already did." said Harry exasperatedly.
"Not just about that. About what's been happening the whole term."
"Oh." he replied, and for a second he looked uncomfortable, shifting his weight on one foot to the other.
Right, she forgets they're sort of unfriendly with each other. Offering solace, Evie put her hand on his bicep. His head snaps at her, a weird tint on his cheeks when she did.
"Don't worry about me spilling it to anyone else, it'll be confidential to us only," she reassured.
She supposes it's been building up inside him for long, because Harry spilled it as if it's water flowing out of a river. He told her of the dreams, and the ringing in his head. How his mood changes often, and how incredibly angry he felt with everyone, even his best friends, for the shit he had to go through. 5 years he had spent in his school, doing good to others and being helpful to them. A few papers published and they decide to believe propaganda instead of him.
