Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

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Monday, December 25

Evan wakes me up at the crack of dawn.

"Evan!" I groan, rolling away from him while he tries to pull me out of the bed. "Leave your guest alone. I need beauty sleep."

"Who cares about beauty sleep?" He says, voice high with excitement. "It's Christmas!" I've never seen him so upbeat like this. I guess the holidays bring a different side from everyone.

He finally convinces me to get out of bed and open my presents with him, since his parents are still asleep. "Well, if your parents are asleep, shouldn't we be?" I ask.

He shakes his head and pulls my hand to the living room, where the sofa is pressed to the wall instead of its usual spot to make room for the gifts. My mouth falls open at the sight of how big the piles are.

There are four piles. Two are for Evan and I, the other two are for his parents. Our present piles are much bigger.

I tear into my pile, forgetting all about my restraints and open the first gift I find, which is from my father.

He wrapped me several books to help me in my classes (as if I need help, I'm still grateful, though). My mother packed me clothes. A new coat, shoes, and a skirt to go with my Ravenclaw uniform.

My friends give me all sorts of treasures. Cassia sent me an extravagant painting of a city in France to keep in my room while Blair gave me a bronze bracelet that matches my uniform and Severus got me another hand-made scarf.

Evan's parents got me gifts, too. They wrapped a package of imported candies and a book on creatures from the Forbidden forest. Not really my specialty, but I'll read it.

Evan, since we are sort of friends now, also gave me a gift. This time, I was smart enough to get him something, too.

He got me a set of expensive French perfumes. What's with all these French things? There's the French onion soup, the French painting, and now this? Still, I'm impressed by the gift.

I managed to find him a small black ring to accompany his bland black uniform. I thought it was his style, and I wanted to get him back for the onyx ring.

He gazes at it and I wince, wondering if he likes it. "Well?" I ask.

"It's lovely, Arabelle," he breathes, carefully adjusting it onto his finger. "Thank you."

As an instinct, I rub my mouth and murmur, "You're welcome." I touch the perfume set lightly. "Thank you for the gift."

He smirks. "You're welcome."

Evan's parents wake up after a while to see our wrapping paper stuffed in the trash and our presents already opened.

"Ah, Arabelle, Evan, did you like your gifts?" His mother asks while his father yawns and takes a seat on their luxurious couch.

"It was great," we say at the same time. Realizing this, we turn away with a grin, my face heating up with embarrassment.

His mother smiles. "That's good. Are you hungry for breakfast? Mobey's making pancakes right now."

"Yes, please," I say and Evan jumps up and runs to the kitchen.

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Evan leads me out to their lake to ice skate after we eat dinner.