Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

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Sunday, September 2

I hurry to get my robes on before the Hogwarts Express reaches its destination.

Severus, Jamie, and Evan, along with other third years, are in my boat. Yesterday I was so distracted, but I think now would be a good time to notice how Evan has changed over the summer. Thing is, he hasn't really. I doubt he got much taller- we're the same height now. As for muscles... Well, Evan has always been a bit lanky. Not as much as Severus, though.

Jamie's changed. Every year, she's losing more baby fat, which I guess that's good for her. Not that I care.

We separate once we get to the Great Hall, and Evan walks me there. We step inside and I feel a shot of electricity on my back. It's only his hand.

I freeze, and he tells me, "See ya around." He leaves me, his hand drifting off. I don't think he realizes what he just did.

Quickly forgetting about it, I sit at the end of the Ravenclaw table, alongside Cynthia and Jamie. Cynthia starts chatting to me about her summer, and how she missed me so much.

"Shh! The sorting has started," I say, not as rude as it seems.

"Addison, Ruth."

Gryffindor.

"Adelman, Thomas."

Also Gryffindor.

There are a few Hufflepuffs, several new Gryffindors, a couple Slytherins, and a handful of Ravenclaws. The last witch, "Young, Anastasiya" is called up.

"Ravenclaw!" The little witch, a small one who could be any ordinary girl, catches my eyes. I instantly understand why. She's beautiful, even at her young age. She could pass for a Veela.

She also looks timid, and just as I did on my first year, she heads to the end of the table near us. I don't speak a greeting. She doesn't look as if she can handle it.

After Dumbledore's speech, the feast is set on the table. I take some food and dig in immediately. At this rate, I'm pigging faster than Cynthia, so I slow down and let her keep the pig crown for the night.

I sneak a glimpse at Anastasiya. She isn't eating and I vaguely wonder about it.

~ * ~ *
In the Ravenclaw common room, Cynthia stretches out lazily across the couch. "Mmm. I could fall asleep for days."

"Lucky you, we have class tomorrow," I tease, not looking up from my book. She sends me a look, one that I don't catch.

"Hello, Ana. I'm Serena Stag, I'm a Prefect. Do you need any help?"

I don't hear the girl's reply.

"Well," Serena continues. "If you need help, just ask me." I see her cross the room to the fifth year girl's dormitories. I look up at Anastasiya. She has taken a seat beside the window, staring out, her back to me.

I look back down to my book.

In the morning, our schedules are handed out at breakfast. The Head of Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick, sends us ours through a simple flick of his wand. I mentally cross my fingers for a good schedule.

After scanning through, I realize it could've been better, but it could have also been worse. Sure, I have History of Magic and Herbology in the same day, but I also have Potions with Slytherins and fellow Ravenclaws (which means Cassia, Blair, Evan, and Severus in the same class).