Juliette Potter takes pride in her reading addiction, but not everyone knows that she can only read in the comfort of her safe space.
What happens when it's discovered by a certain Slytherin boy?
Evan Rosier x OC (Juliette Potter)
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The day was eventful, Care of Magical Creatures wasn't so bad when she had Evan as her partner, although he spoke quite a lot she could tell he had good intentions.
He was pretty, he was blonde, he wasn't over or under weight, he was just right. When his mouth was closed obviously.
Although Evan was a great change and a lot better than Regulus he spoke enough for an army.
She had told the boy to be quiet countless times and he just didn't shut up. Maybe that's why Juliette sighed loudly when she finally got into the confines of her chamber.
She was in her room. Not her bedroom, but her room. The nice cozy room she found in the nook and crannies of Hogwarts in her third year.
She closed the door and turned on the record player. It was playing Nancy and Frank Sinatra quietly and she sat down in the old couch of her escape room and pulled out the old run down copy of animal farm that she had re-read about a million times.
She opened it up, chapter 3, her favorite chapter. The amount of times she'd read it she had the chapter memorized, tone and everything.
It wasn't until the door flew open and slammed shut that she was pulled out of the world the book pulled her into.
What the hell. Who in Godric was breaking into her room.
As she looked up she was met with an oddly familiar mop of blonde hair. Except it wasn't Peter's, so whose was it.
She heard panting and a laugh. She coughed loudly to alert the boy of her presence. As the boy turned around she sighed loudly.
"Merlin Rosier can I not take a break from you?" She asked mostly to herself.
He smirked scanning the room with his eyes "I'm guessing not?"
He squinted his eyes before chuckling lowly. "What is this place, and why haven't I been introduced to it sooner?" He asked himself.
Good question she replied, in her head of course. She was about to say something awfully rude before he made himself at home and began laying on the couch.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asked rather rudely.
He looked towards his right where she was sitting before he smiled "I'm getting comfortable. You seem rather lonely."
"Get the fuck out." She snapped, she really wasn't in the mood for Evan Rosier. "I need to hide from Flitch, now unless you want your little hiding spot discovered by Norris the cat I'd recommend you let me stay here."
He raised a brow after his speech as if he was asking for her approval. She simply rolled her eyes and looked down at her book.
