"He hates her."
"No he doesn't, not really.
She just makes him feel things that he's claimed don't exist."
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When Slughorn puts Callisto McAdams and Regulus Black in his potions class together, he unknowingly functions as a match maker...
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WHEN CALLISTO WALKS INTO THEIR COMMON ROOM THIS MORNING, she's greeted by a tired looking Evan. He is still wearing his dark green pyjamas, his legs spread out on the couch he's sitting on.
What a cliche, Callisto thinks to herself, when she sees his dark green slippers.
"Really Evan? Even your slippers are in the colors of our house?" she chuckles, sitting down next to him.
Rosier, who's making some space for Callisto on the couch, shrugs. "My mother bought them for me last year." He's holding a cup of coffee in his hands, taking a cautious sip since it's still hot.
When he's placing the cup on the small table next to him, he sits up. A heavy yawn escapes him, as he's stretching himself, his arms up in the air.
"You should see our house. Literally everything in there is either green or black."
"Sounds depressing to me." Callisto leans back, her eyes fixed on the fireplace in front of them.
The house elves must have already started the fire early this morning, the whole common room is filled with a comforting warmth. Outside, Callisto is sure, it is freezing.
"My favorite color is actually red, you know." Evan suddenly says, his eyes transfixed on the flames that are crackling in the fireplace. "But my parents would never let me buy something in that shade of color. It's too similar to Gryffindor's house colors. And now I'm used to wearing green."
Callisto looks over at him. His eyes are shimmering, still staring at the flames.
"Why aren't you celebrating Christmas at home Evan?" Callisto gets him to look at her.
"It's not that I don't like spending time with my family...or better my mother but when Regulus told me he wasn't going home for Christmas I wanted to stay here with him. Besides, my father is probably very happy that he doesn't have to see me. He's an interesting man if you can say it like that."
"Why?" she frowns, not mishearing the tone of sarcasm in Rosier's words.
"We are purebloods Callisto, doesn't that tell you enough about me and my family?" His eyes are fixed on something behind her. He's not daring to look in her eyes.
"I'm also a pureblood Evan."
"Yes.." he murmurs. "But your parents have different views and opinions about certain things than mine, I would assume." His voice is suddenly very quiet.
"Oh believe me, you and your friends made me realize that over the past years." Her eyes automatically wander back to the fire.
"I'm not like the Carrows or Mulicber if you're intending to say that. Even Barty appears to be insane to me sometimes. It's..I'm sorry alright? I never intended to hurt you for your beliefs. It's just not that easy to escape from something you're born into." He sighs.
