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( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔦𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖙𝖜𝖔 ) — three steps forward
There were a lot of things that went bump in the dark between the four walls of Number Tweve Grimmauld Place. Every night Evangeline would lay awake as Remus snored softly beside her, staring into the pitch black room around her.
Christmas Eve was a night that was no different to the brunette's midnights in the London townhouse.
After the rather awkward end to dinner, everyone had made their way to their respective rooms to lay down for the day, and the Rosier girl and Lupin were no exception as they headed back to their shared quarters.
The atmosphere was interesting, to say the least. Of course, the silence was loud, as it always was between two (almost) ex-lovers. But it was also heavy, like a thousands words had been left unspoken; they were screaming that this was only the first page, and not where their story ended.
But as much as she wanted to be a dreamer, deep down she was a realist. So, realistically, they wouldn't ever be together. Not unless he sorted himself out, which he seemed rather hesitant to do so — understandably, but still.
Love knows no bounds.
Therefore, Evangeline slipped out from underneath the warmth of the bed covers. The cool night air hit her bare legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake whilst she grabbed a spare blanket and made her way down to the Black family's living room.
She passed Kreacher on her way down the grand staircases, pointedly ignoring his muttering and mumbling of her ❛shameful betrayal❜.
''Merry Christmas, Kreacher,'' the pure-blood clipped, pursing her lips and watching as he whacked himself into the heavy blanket hanging from her arms.
The living room was even colder than the upstairs bedrooms. It was eerily dark, too, for all that was left from the candlelight was stubs of melted wax and burnt wicks.
''Lumos,'' she whispered into the darkness, before the tip of her wand illuminated cozily.
Evangeline fumbled with a Muggle lighter, re-lighting the candlesticks in an effort to bring some Christmas coziness back to the room. Soon enough, there were a few amber flames flickering on the coffee table, and she felt safe enough to settle into an armchair by the piano.
