Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

2 | 13 | Tired Of This Damn Ring

Wednesday, September 5

I wish dearly that I could complain to my parents about the ring.

There are several reasons why I can't. One, it's rude to complain and I was raised that way. Two, they would backhand me either way. Three, they wouldn't do anything different. I can give them a good explanation of why we shouldn't even associate with the Rosier's and they won't listen.

So I won't even try to convince them. Instead, I'll just brood about it.

Blair and Cynthia are very sympathetic. They know I don't want to talk to Evan, much less wear jewelry he gave to me.

Cassia is... different. "Why do you hate it so much?" She asks me, genuinely confused.

I stare at her, open-mouthed. "Cass, I don't want to wear this. Evan gave it to me. I don't like Evan."

"But it's so pretty!" She caresses the ring, clear envy in her eyes. "I wish someone fancied me this much."

I roll my eyes and peer at the ring. It sure is pretty, but I gave my reasons. No need to try and convince someone who doesn't want to be. Cassia's wouldn't listen to me anyway.

She smiles at me. "I get it, I do."

"Really?"

"Yeah," she laughs. "I know you don't like Evan because he's a Death Eater. What about me? My parents are on the verge of it."

"You're different," I admit. "Evan's annoying, a twat. He's also fake. You aren't."

She doesn't believe me. Instead of trying to tell her, I lead her away from the hallways so we can get something to eat.

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I leave the Great Hall alone and hear footsteps behind me.

Instead of turning around, I keep walking to seem indifferent. The person behind me grabs my hand and I yelp in surprise and anger. "Don't touch me!" I yell before I can see who it is.

To my dismay, it's Evan.

"What do you want?" I ask, pulling away my hand in a sharp motion. Clearly, I don't want to see him.

"You're wearing the ring!" He says.

I recall how hurt he was when I admitted I didn't write back to him. Against my own will, I start feeling guilty for him. "Well spotted."

"I thought you didn't want to."

I want to tell him that I don't want to, but something tells me that's not a good idea. I sigh. "It's too gorgeous to pass up."

At least that's what my parents think. He grins. "Well, then. Money not wasted."

My face reddens at the thought of wasting someone else's money. I always hated spending my parent's money- or what they have. They definitely aren't rich, but they make sure I'm well taken care of.

"I didn't mean to not write back," I tell him, wanting to clear my conscience.

He nods. "I know."

We stand there, awkward.

"Well, I should be going," he finally says. I agree immediately.

At least he didn't act so insufferable. Or frightening. I won't forget when he threatened me last year and actually scared me. I don't like being scared.

Walking back to my dormitory, Cynthia catches me. My face heats up when I wonder if she saw me talking to Evan. Thankfully, she didn't. "Hey, Arabelle."

"Cynthia."

"August just invited me to watch him play Quidditch!" She announces, smiling.

"That's great?"

Her smiles falters. "I was wondering if you'd want to go..."

I can't say no. Besides, I don't have anything else to do. And he's pretty much guaranteed to be a good flyer since he's in Gryffindor. He won't be as good as a typical Slytherin, but he'll do.

"Sure," I agree.

In the Qudditch field, August isn't the only one there. Other Gryffindors are doing line-ups and flying exercises. "So, which one's August?" I ask, gesturing to the players who zip past us.

"Uh..."

Wow. She doesn't even know which one's her soon-to-be-boyfriend.

"That one!" She points at a burly Gryffindor who flies just a little bit faster than the rest. I decide he's the Captain. "Wait, no, that's not it." She ponders and then points at a slower but more attractive one.

"There he is! August!" She starts to shout but I cut her off.

"You're going to embarrass me. Don't scream at him."

She huffs but tries to wave anyway. I roll my eyes and continue to watch the players.

Well, their formation is decent. Their flying, decent. Strength, decent. Agility, decent. Stability, decent.

I'm only joking. I don't know a thing about Quidditch. This team could be garbage for all I know.

Cynthia thinks their brilliant, but only because August is on the team. He's not as good as some of the others. He's pretty big and could elbow a few Quaffles, but overall- no.

I catch sight of James Potter and scowl. Why is he so...

Brilliant on a broom?

It's like he was born to fly. Flying is like second-nature to him, it seems. The fact that he's so good makes me dislike him more.

Even though he's only in his second year like me, he's amazing. He can do flips and dives like it's nothing.

I hear cheering from the other side of the pitch and see Lily Evans. I glare at her even though she can't see me. I'm sure Quidditch is such a turn on for her.

James is lucky Severus doesn't play, or else he would lose any game by default.

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Published 5-24-20