Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

2 | 21 | Oh, So Unlucky

Sunday, January 14

I open my jewelry box the next morning to see anything but the ring.

It's empty. It's completely empty.

Cynthia notices me stiffen at my jewelry box, and me desperately checking every drawer part of the box. It's not there. Where did it go?

"Arabelle, what's wrong?" She asks, frowning.

I stare at her, eyes wide. "Where is my ring? It was right there!"

"Where?"

"In the jewelry box!" I yell, picking up the box again and checking it. When I don't find what I am looking for, I check my other things; my bed, under my bed, my desk, under my desk, my bags.

It's gone. It just disappeared.

Cynthia stands up and comes to my side. I don't look at her. My hands are shaking and I am on the verge of tears. Why do I care about the ring?

There are a number of reasons.

First, my parents are going to kill me if I don't find this ring. It's valuable, and it costs a lot. If things don't go well, they could just sell it and leave the country. Also, it's basically a symbol of ours and the Rosier family's friendship.

Second, Evan gave it to me. If we are going to be friends again, he needs to be able to trust me enough to be responsible with my gifts. Like I keep mentioning, this ring is precious. If I lose it, he'll think less of me.

It's not just for my parents and Evan. I've had this ring for over a year now, and I've grown attached. I rarely ever even take it off, besides this past week where I didn't wear it because of our petty fight.

I love that ring. I can't afford to lose it.

And yet, I have lost it. Either that, or it was just stolen. Who would be so cruel to steal such a valuable item like that?

It had to have been another Ravenclaw. I know it wasn't Cynthia or Jamie- Cynthia because, obviously, and Jamie because she's too much of a wuss and besides, I'm pretty sure she kind of likes me as a friend. At least she likes me enough not to steal anything from me.

Perhaps it was Allison Clearview, a fifth year Ravenclaw who sometimes makes faces at me. Maybe it was Frances Shelton, a third year that once asked me about the ring.

Whoever it was, I will figure them out.

And it has to be before Evan even realizes the ring is missing. This will be challenging.

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I only tell Blair, Cynthia, Cassia, and Severus about the ring because I trust them the most.

"We'll find out the culprit," Blair says, an already dangerous twinkle in her eye. She's out for blood and justice.

Severus pats her shoulder. "Calm down. We don't even know if it was stolen. Have you checked everything?" He asks me.

"Twice," I reply. If they were in a show with cops, Blair would be the bad cop and Severus would be the good cop.

"Do you think that Moore girl did it?" Cassia asks, inspecting her nails.

"What?" I shake my head. "Of course not." Jamie wouldn't. She's a wuss, as I said.

"Don't stir things up, Cassia," Cynthia murmurs, defending her friend.

Cassia shrugs. "It was just a suggestion. I don't know many Ravenclaws."

"There's that Irene Williams," Cynthia offers. "She's mean and she's got a lot of money. She might want a pretty ring like that."

"Irene?" Cassia chimes in. "No way. I've seen her play Quidditch. She's too clumsy to get away with something like that. Besides, she wouldn't be caught dead wearing jewelry."

"Then who was it?" I snap, wrapping my arms around myself for comfort. Cynthia puts a hand on my shoulder.

"We'll find it," she reassures. Blair nods from a separate seat and loses her glare.

My mouth twitches, but I don't say anything else. Soon after, we split up to our separate dormitories. Cynthia gives me a quick hug before I sleep and Jamie gives me an odd look.

It's been days, a week. No ring.

Evan almost found out about the ring, but other than that, he doesn't know. We've started to look closely at all Ravenclaw girls besides Jamie and Cynthia.

No one stands out at all. How are we ever going to find this ring?

In class, I look at everyone's fingers but no one even wears rings, let alone mine. So where did mine go? Maybe no one stole it at all. Maybe it was just stuck under my things after all.

After yet another week with the ring missing, Blair is pacing around the library. She's scared for me. "I know your parents, Belle. They will literally kill you."

"Don't remind me," I snap, stressed out enough.

"Hey, shh." Cynthia rubs my back, promising that we will find it.

Cassia comes in and Cynthia lets out a groan at her arrival. She takes a seat next to me with a wide smile, ignoring Cynthia.

"I think I found the culprit."

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Published 6-1-20