Wizarding World one-shots

Proposal Gone Wrong - Part 1 (Newtangeline)

Evangeline Sallow stood in front of her small closet, wearing only a towel around her body. Her wet pink hair, despite being wrapped in a second towel, still sent droplets onto the hardwood floor. Being a rather clean person, this would normally set her off into a cleaning spree, but this time, she didn't even notice.

In her hands were two dresses. They were both beautiful dresses, each in their own ways, but all Evangeline could see were the flaws.

The one in her left hand, a pale blue, floor length silk gown, was too formal. It also clashed with Newt's peacock blue overcoat, which she would undoubtedly be wearing at some point in the evening when she gave even the smallest hint of a shiver.

The dress in her right hand, a yellow sundress that went to her thighs, was too casual and too... girly. Evangeline had nothing wrong with looking girly or sweet, but she wasn't in the mood for it tonight. She wasn't in the mood to dress up either, if she was being honest.

If it weren't for Theseus telling her to, "Dress nice," she would have just worn her nightgown and stayed in for the night with only Sabrina, her cat, to keep her company.

And Newt, but he had been acting strangely the past few days.

Well, stranger than how he usually acted.

"I really wish Zelma was here," Evangeline mumbled as she flopped onto her bed, next to Sabrina. The cat opened one green eye at the sudden movement then closed it, a low growl coming from her small black body.

Zelma Gaunt had been Evangeline's best friend since before Hogwarts. The two women's Dads, Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt, had been best friends since they went to Hogwarts, and regularly threw the two girls together when they were younger while they talked about Quidditch. They had been inseparable ever since, and Zelma had been there for her through thick and thin.

There were countless study nights when the two girls would stay up practicing spells until the sun came up. When Eleazar Sallow, Evangeline's younger brother was murdered, Zelma was there within an hour to cry with her.

It was weird to not have her there.

Evangeline picked back up the letter she got from Zelma, rereading it to see if she had missed something the other twenty times she read it.

Eva,

Unfortunately, I am unable to come to the townhouse. However, I have full faith in your capabilities to dress yourself for once in your bloody life.

Love,

Z

Just one sentence telling her to dress herself. Zelma didn't say what she was doing that prevented her from helping her out, just that she wouldn't be there, which was very unlike her. Ever since they were little girls, she loved playing dress-up and always jumped at the opportunity to choose her friend's clothes.

Evangeline stroked Sabrina's short black fur absentmindedly, staring up at her ceiling.

"Alright. Desperate times call for desperate measures."

Evangeline stood up, picking up the cat with her. Sabrina yelped in surprise then gave another low growl.

"Oh hush," Evangeline said, tapping the cat's nose. She held her up in front of the two dresses. "Which one am I wearing?"

Sabrina screamed and growled, squirming in her owner's arms. The one thing she hated more than being awakened from a nap was being picked up.

"Ugh, fine." Evangeline set her down, glowering, as the fickle feline cut her finger. "I give you food and a home and this is how you repay me?"

She opened her door to let her out. When she turned back around, a brown owl sat on her windowsill. Evangeline jumped, placing a hand on her quickly beating heart.

Tied onto the owl's leg was a piece of parchment, a sight that would be unusual to anyone not part of the wizarding world. Muggles communicated with the post, wizards and witches communicated with owls.

Evangeline walked to her window, opening the glass panel. There was a small bag of Eeylops Owl Treats on the windowsill that she reached into, pulling out one of the mouse shaped treats. The owl ate it while Evangeline read the letter.

Eva,

Your cat has terrible fashion sense. Wear the blue one.

Love,

Z

Evangeline crumpled up the letter, rolling her brown eyes.

"You stupid seer," she muttered.