❝ would you do anything for me? buy a big diamond ring for me? ❞
━ in which evita rosier, a slytherin pure-blood and evan rosier's younger twin, is the reason of james potter's daily annoyance
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━ in which two different people find themselves goin...
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The soft glow of the dormitory's enchanted lanterns cast a gentle light over Evita as she quietly prepared for the Quidditch match. The air was thick with anticipation—a hum of excitement mingled with the tension that always surrounded the last game before the holiday break. For the Slytherins, this match was more than just a game; it was a chance to assert their dominance before the term ended.
Evita's gaze swept over her Quidditch robes, the emerald and silver fabric catching the light. Every thread, every stitch represented her house's pride and legacy. She held a small vial of Invigoration Draught, a potion handed down among Slytherins to boost stamina and focus during matches. Without hesitation, she uncorked it, grimacing slightly as the sharp scent of magical ingredients hit her nose, and downed it swiftly, feeling a surge of energy settle within her.
Her broom, a sleek Nimbus 1500, stood against the wall, its polished wood reflecting countless matches. It was fast, precise, and loyal—a true Slytherin tool. Running her fingers along the smooth surface, she allowed herself a moment of calm, remembering both the triumphs and rare setbacks she had faced while flying it. But defeat was a stranger in her world, one she intended to keep at bay.
Pulling on her Quidditch robes, Evita felt the familiar confidence the uniform brought, the silver trim glinting in the light and the Slytherin crest resting proudly on her chest. The snug fit of the robes, combined with the cold focus in her mind, prepared her for what lay ahead.
As she completed the final adjustments, a soft knock echoed through the room. Quintessa's voice called, "Evita, they're all waiting in the Great Hall. Breakfast before the match, remember?"
Evita nodded, turning to face Quintessa. "Of course, Quin. Just making sure everything is in order."
"You've got this, Vita. I will be cheering for you lot with Alecto and Amycus." Quintessa's eyes held a mixture of pride and reassurance.
As the two walked down the corridor, the sound of Evita's footsteps seemed to carry a sense of purpose. Passing through Hogwarts, decorated with green, silver, red, and gold banners, felt like heading toward an important moment. The castle's impressive design reflected the weight of the upcoming Quidditch match.
When they reached the Great Hall, the Serpents were already seated at their usual table. Evan, with his light brown hair and sharp blue eyes, gave Evita a nod of support. Regulus remained calm and focused, while Azrael, loud and full of energy, radiated confidence as the captain of the Slytherin team.
"Evita, you look quite fit in that uniform," Azrael grinned, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
A flicker of a smirk touched Evita's lips. "As always."
Azrael, with his unmatchable talkativeness, continued, "You know, I had a dream last night that I caught the golden snitch with my bare hands, and Professor Dumbledore gave me a standing ovation. True story."
