❝ 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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Evita sat at her desk in the Transfiguration classroom, back straight, gaze steady on the space in front of her. She had shown up ten minutes early, as usual, ready to soak up everything Professor McGonagall would teach. Reaching instinctively for her wand in the inner pocket of her robe, though, her fingers met... nothing.
A ripple of panic gripped her chest. She quickly rummaged through her bag, hoping she'd just misplaced it. But no matter how many times she checked, her wand was nowhere to be found.
Evita turned to her twin brother. "Did I have my wand when we left?" she whispered, trying to mask the tremor in her voice.
Evan glanced up, his brows furrowing as he thought. "I... didn't notice, Evita. But you always have it on you."
Her stomach twisted at the thought. Her wand wasn't just a tool—it was her anchor, her power, the core of her magic. And now, sitting in Transfiguration of all places, she felt naked without it.
She ran through her mind where she could've left it, the background chatter of the classroom fading as her focus honed in on the missing wand. How was she supposed to get through this lesson without it? And what if she couldn't find it before the class started?
Just as her panic began to rise, a hand appeared in her line of vision, holding the wand she'd been searching for. She looked up, startled, to see James Potter standing there, his usual grin softened into something almost... kind.
Evita blinked, her eyes flicking from his face to the wand and back, surprised and a little suspicious.
After a beat, she reached out and took it from him, feeling the familiar, steady weight in her hand.
"Thanks, I guess," she murmured, her voice guarded but surprisingly polite. Despite her reluctance to engage with James, she couldn't deny the relief flooding through her at the sight of her wand.
"No problem. Didn't want you showing up to class defenseless, Rosier." James shrugged nonchalantly, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
His tone was light, almost teasing, but there was a sincerity in it that took Evita by surprise. She arched an eyebrow, "I hardly think I'm defenseless, Potter."
"Of course not," He chuckled, a warm sound that echoed in the quiet classroom. "Wouldn't want to underestimate a Slytherin."
Their eyes met before James nodded and turned to head toward his seat, where his friends were already watching the exchange with keen interest.
"What was that about? Why does Potter have your wand?" Evan asked, his brows knitted together as he eyed the Gryffindors.
"I might've left it during our tutoring session last night," Evita admitted, tucking her wand back into her robe pocket. "I was in such a rush to get to my patrol with Lupin that I didn't even notice." She chose to ignore the look on Evan's face that suggested he had more questions.
