𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗 - ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵘˢ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ

Chapter 12: Evan and Theona Forever

[ November 12th, 1977 ]

     A WORD of advice: never ever date Evan Rosier. Even if it is a fake relationship.

     Theona had made her friends well aware that it was all an act. Evan also knew that they knew. Though, he thought that she'd told them he was helping her with charms (which would never happen) in exchange for her posing as his girlfriend. In reality, they knew more than he did.

     When she signed up for this, she thought it would simply be holding hands in the hall, maybe even flirting in class if Evan's mysterious ex happened to be there. However, she quickly learned Evan's expectations were much higher. He sat with her during meals, walked her to class, and made her visit the Slytherin common room twice a week. It had been ten days since their 'relationship' began, and she was just about ready to break up.

     Now, she was eating breakfast at the Gryffindor table, mentally preparing to spend her Saturday on a date with Evan in Hogsmeade.

     "Please tell me someone put poison in my cereal," she whined, covering her face with her hands.

     "You're not getting out of this that easily, Theo," Remus teased, nudging her foot under the table.

     "Are you sure? Because I think I feel it setting in," she moaned, leaning against Mary, "I'm dying, don't save me!"

     "Oh, come on, Thea, look on the bright side!" Mary exclaimed.

     "There's a bright side?" Theona glowered.

     "Yes! You get to dress up all cute," Mary stated, causing Theona to groan.

     She was, in fact, dressed up all cute. She'd borrowed more of Mary's clothes and was currently wearing a fur-lined brown jacket overtop a pair of flares and a cropped 'Woodstock 1969' T-shirt. She had no clue what Woodstock was, but Mary said it was iconic.

     "It's not worth it," she muttered, shaking her head.

     "There's my poo-bear," the irritating voice of Evan Rosier interrupted her moping.

     "Hey, Snookums," she smiled tightly as he sat beside her. Everyone in the great hall noticed, of course, as it wasn't everyday that a Slytherin would be seen at the Gryffindor table. She hated all the stares that came with being Mrs. Evan Rosier.

     "Honey bunches of oats," he cooed,

     "Lovebug," she shot back.

     They'd started this game of throwing out the most disgusting pet names they could think of every time they saw each other. Whoever cringed or repeated one first lost. Evan had taken the crown every single round.

     "Kitten-whiskers," he purred, she almost threw up. There he goes.

     "You know, I was close that time," she insisted, letting out a chuckle.

     "You're getting better, but you'll never beat me," he challenged.

     "We'll see about that,"

     "What in the world just happened?" Marlene grimaced, not seeming very interested in her eggs anymore.

     "They do this every time they see each other," Pandora said, looking traumatized, "every time."