❝ 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 sound of footsteps echoed through Hogwarts' stone corridors as students filled the halls, ready for another day. The castle was alive, full of energy as everyone moved through its maze of passageways, excited and chattering in voices that bounced off the ancient walls.
Bright house scarves swirled everywhere, and laughter mixed with the occasional yell, creating a cheerful, noisy backdrop.
In the middle of the bustling crowd, Regulus moved with purpose, his Slytherin robes trailing behind him. He walked fast, weaving through the sea of students with practiced ease, trying to beat the clock and avoid Professor McGonagall's sharp reprimand for tardiness.
Focused on his thoughts, he suddenly collided with someone in the hallway. Who in Merlin's right mind would walk so fast without looking at where they were going? Looking up, he was surprised to find himself face-to-face with his older brother, Sirius.
"Regulus... I didn't mean to bump into you like that. Listen, about everything that happened, I—" Sirius, caught off guard, quickly tried to recover.
"Save it, Sirius," Regulus cut in, his voice cold. "Your apologies mean nothing to me."
Sirius's expression shifted, frustration and regret mingling as he tried again. "I didn't want to leave you behind. It's just... things are complicated."
"Complicated?" Regulus laughed bitterly. "No, Sirius, it's not complicated. You ran. You left me and the family behind without looking back. Don't try to dress it up like you had no choice."
"Come on, Reg, you don't really want to stay." Sirius' tone turned defensive. "You're with them, the pureblood fanatics. You're buying into the same stuff that makes them blind to everything wrong."
Regulus's eyes narrowed, his voice tinged with anger. "Don't act like you know me, Sirius. I'm not you, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you. I might have beliefs about our family, but I never abandoned you. You did that without thinking twice."
"But look at who you're hanging out with. The Serpents—they're all about that pureblood nonsense." Sirius took a deep breath.
"Maybe I'm with them because they're the only ones that care!" Regulus snapped. "At least they're there for me. You walked away from me like I didn't matter, and chose James Potter over your own family. Don't act like this is all on me."
Sirius looked away, guilt clear on his face, as he realized how deep the rift between them had grown. He wanted to say something that would fix it, but the words didn't come.
Regulus's voice was low, laced with disdain. "This is a whole level of moronic, even for you." With one last glare, he turned and walked away, leaving Sirius standing alone in the crowded corridor, watching as his brother disappeared into the crowd.
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In a quiet corner of the Hogwarts library, surrounded by towering shelves and the faint rustle of turning pages, Evita sat at a sturdy wooden table, her gaze flickering impatiently to the enchanted clock on the wall. The minutes ticked away, and with each one, her irritation deepened.
