Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

2 | 18 | Uncalled For

Monday, January 1

My parents wave good-bye to me when I'm on the Hogwarts Express. I wave back.

Blair pulls me in a compartment with our friends, just like we're supposed to be. "How was your stay?" She asks me, as if everyone else knows about me staying with Evan.

I give her a look. "Not now!"

She looks around and smirks. "Later." While I sit and watch the scenery outside the train, the students with me are chatting along happily.

Eventually, I get up to go change into my uniform. Before I can get there, I see Evan and he waves from his group of friends. Surprised, I give a small wave and scurry off.

Why is he acting so friendly around his friends? Wouldn't they shame him for being friends with me? I'm glad that he, at least, doesn't care what they think.

At Hogwarts, Blair pulls me aside before I can get to the Ravenclaw tower. "So?"

"So what?" I yawn, wanting to go ahead and sleep.

She rolls her eyes. "You and Evan...?"

"We just hung out," I tell her. "We're cool, I guess." She smirks and I take this as a chance to leave. "Goodnight, Blair."

"Goodnight, Arabelle."

The next day, the Slytherin students seem to be buzzing with excitement, but I don't know why. In the Great Hall, they are being extra snobbish to other Houses, besides Ravenclaw, of course.

I catch Evan sneering at a small group of Hufflepuffs. I don't know why he has to be so aggressive to them, but I don't really mind. I'm just curious.

When they scoff and walk away, I tap Evan on the shoulder.

He turns with a mean look, but it softens when he catches sight of me. "Hey, Belle."

I take another look at the Hufflepuffs. "What's with the Slytherin's today? You seem especially excited."

He smirks. "Oh, it's nothing, just a little donation from Wilkes' father."

"For what?"

"Quidditch." He bares his teeth, perhaps trying to frighten me. It doesn't work. "We all got new brooms."

"And you're using your money against others who have as much talent as you?" I tease, knowing the Slytherin team is the best out of all of the Houses.

He rolls his eyes and we start to walk to our class, Herbology. Speechlessness looks good on him. As do a lot of other things.

Fortunately, for us, it's snowing outside. I wrap my arms around my jacket and shiver at the cold. Evan is noticeably chilly, too. With my scarf, I press it against my mouth for more warmth.

Evan looks freezing. He doesn't have a scarf or gloves, but he does have a jacket. It's still not enough. When we're halfway to the greenhouses, I take off my scarf and wrap it around his neck, catching him off guard.

He lets me tie and secure it over his mouth so he doesn't freeze to death. "There," I say, my mouth and chin already starting to get numb. He holds the scarf up, relieved.

"Thanks." The scarf muffles this, but I hear it anyway.

"Just didn't want to drag your frozen body to the infirmary." It's a pitiful excuse, really. I'm just glad I chose to wear a scarf that Severus didn't give me. That would be weird for Evan to wear.

We look like the perfect couple when we get to the greenhouses. He's wearing my scarf, I'm wearing his ring. We're both drenched in melted snow with very pink cheeks and runny noses. Okay, we are either siblings or we're married. No in-between.

"Nice of Miss (L/N) and Mister Rosier to join us, huh?" The teacher, a rather round and elderly man, says, earning a small chuckle around the classroom. Suck ups.

"Sorry, sir," Evan says, glaring at the students. I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, a shy gesture, and notice how quickly everyone shut up at Evan's silent command.

He stands beside me the entire time in Herbology, and is near me in every other class we have together.

I hate to admit it, but I am less annoyed by his presence every day.

Blair notices him beside me every day and tries to tease me about it. I'm never in the mood to hear it. I've got my own thoughts. Does Evan really like my company? He seems sincere... For a Death Eater.

One evening, I'm getting ready to leave the Great Hall after dinner when Evan approaches me. I've learned to get used to it. My short and "sweet" replies don't faze him.

"Are you going to your tower?" He asks me. I nod in a reply. "I'll take you."

"You know where it is?"

"Well, of course. I've managed to follow you there hundreds of times without getting lost."

I give him a look. "You follow me?"

"Yeah, of course."

What would I expect? It's Evan Rosier I'm talking to. He's very spontaneous.

In the middle of the walk, I see his friends come past and I wonder vaguely what they're doing here before one them casts a spell. I don't hear the words.

With a yelp of surprise, I fly backwards just a few feet. I fall backwards and glare up at them with a reddened face. "What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

One of them, perhaps the same guy who donated those brooms, laughs at me. "Stay away from Rosier, birdie. Don't corrupt him with your 'wisdom.'"

That insult is terrible, but it gets the other wizards laughing at me, even Evan. His friends pat him on the back and he rolls his eyes playfully at them, avoiding eye contact with me.

I scowl at them, get up, and whip around to walk back to my dormitory alone.

I am seething.

First, he lets his friends cast a stupid spell to harm and humiliate me. Then, he sits back and laughs with them? What a joke. I can't believe he just let them do that to me. Has he no remorse? Pathetic excuse for a wizard.

I run up the stairs past Cynthia and Jamie, who are playing some card game, and hurriedly get dressed. With that, I crawl into my bed and try to calm down from the embarrassment and anger.

Tomorrow I won't be so friendly with him.

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Published 5-27-20