Evangeline 'Eva' Evans was trying to be a normal Muggle teenager after the war. That all gets thrown out the window when a certain big-eared, leather wearing Time Lord waltzes back into her life and they meet a blonde in a shop while trying to save...
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A/N: so, as you can tell from the title of the chapter, I'm splitting the episode into two parts. This is for two reasons; one, I don't have a lot of time to write full episode chapters anymore and two, my chapters have been feeling like they're lacking lately because of it. I don't know how long I will be splitting the episodes into two parts, but it will be happening for a while. Anyway, hope you enjoy the new chapter.
It had been about a week since the 51st century and France and Mickey had been avoiding me like I was the plague. I would catch him, though, every once in a while staring at me with curiosity, fear, and slight pity for whatever he thinks happened to me to cause such a reaction to being chained up. The fear was completely understandable; I had let my emotions get the best of me and Bad Wolf had used that to her advantage to come to the surface momentarily. Honestly, if I were him, I'd be scared as well. What I didn't want, though, was his pity; I was perfectly fine and he didn't even like me, so why should he pity me? I sigh, pulling my gloves on and blowing a kiss to Reinette's portrait that I had placed on the mantle of my fireplace with the note beside it in a small frame before heading to the console room.
I sit on the jump-seat next to George, who has his arm across the back of it, while we tell the Doctor and Rose a story, who were leaning against the console together.
"So, Eva was just an ickle third year," George grins.
"Yeah, and George and Fred were dumb fifth years," I roll my eyes, giggling when he pushes me playfully. "Anyway, it was near the end of term and we found out how to get into Snape's chambers-"
"We had loads of dungbombs leftover-"
"What's a dungbomb, again?" Rose asks.
"Like a stinkbomb," I wave off. "So, there we are, walking through the corridors with our pockets full of dungbombs-"
"Wearing Harry's invisibility cloak that we stole-"
"Borrowed with the intent to return," I correct. "It'd have been fine if it weren't for two giraffe-sized blokes-"
"It would've worked if Mrs. Norris hadn't come along!" George retorts.
"Fred tripped over to the mangy cat and we all went crashing to the floor!"
"All the dungbombs went off and the whole corridor was filled with smoke-"
"And the three of us are crawling about, trying to pick up the ones that hadn't gone off and I stuff the cloak in my pocket-"
"And then Filch, Snape, and Lupin all come round the corner to see what's going on, and Snape and Filch just lose it!" George bends over, clutching his stomach as he laughs.
"Remus was back behind them, leaning on the wall and trying not to laugh and us three bozos were sat there looking like deers in headlights!" I wheeze.
