Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

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Anya Joy is casted as Anastasiya    ⤴️ Per my choice. Enjoy.

Tuesday, November 6

That Anastasiya girl is not as shy as I thought.

For her first week, she has many friends. Still, a part of me is wondering if people are so drawn to her because of her looks. Everywhere she goes, there is a group of students her age and older, always. I never see her alone, not even in the Ravenclaw common room, or the bathrooms.

I hear Jamie speak highly of her. "She's so nice, and smart, too."

Cynthia always agrees. "No wonder everyone likes her."

I don't know how to feel about it. Anastasiya means nothing to me, like no one besides my friends and family does.

Even Cassia hangs around her more than us. I catch her multiple times with the first year in the hallways. Of course, I don't confront her. I couldn't care less.

Instead, I busy myself with studying and my true friends.

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"Cassia, that's enough."

Blair takes me by the shoulder and leads me away from the snickering fifth year. I am seething, but I hide it with a poker face. It'll only make her glad that she got through my skin.

She has gone too far.

In the courtyard, Cassia snuck behind Blair and I and whispered a spell to turn my owl, Chernobyl, into a swarm of bees.

We were sitting down during lunch, talking about her and petting her feathers. Then suddenly, boom, Chernobyl deteriorates into the bees and we scream and jump back, right into Cassia. Everyone's looking at us, and Cassia is laughing her arse off.

I turn to reprimand Cassia, but Blair holds me back, holds up her wand, and says, "Oppugno!"

The bees go after Cassia, but she flicks her wand and they turn back to Chernobyl. She rolls her eyes and laughs. "Did you see your faces??"

Chernobyl flies at Cassia but Cassia ducks. I call Chernobyl back and she lands on my arms. "She's not worth it, 'Nobyl."

"So sensitive," Cassia taunts.

"You know what-" Blair begins, but I cut her off.

"Watch your bloody back, Greengrass," I say. Cassia doesn't look a bit threatened, and that's when we leave her. Onlooking students are talking about the incident, many of those laughing. I glower at them.

Blair and I catch Evan in the hallways and Blair leaves us alone, sending a warning glance to him.

I sigh and Evan walks me around the corridors. "What happened?" He asks.

My infuriated gaze turns to him. "Cassia." I spit her name out as if it's venom. He nods, understanding that I am not in the mood to talk inside. With this in mind, he leads me outside the castle, to the lake. I wish it was frozen over so we could ice skate.

We sit across from each other, legs crossed and knees several inches apart. He waits for me to speak. "I hate her."

"You do?"

"Yes."

"I understand." He plays with the stem of a dandelion. I stare at him, bewildered. Why isn't he asking what happened?

"Are you not going to..." I pause. "You aren't going to ask me what just happened? Like between Cassia and me?"

He shrugs. "I wasn't going to force you. But I you're so insistent, what did happen?"

I tell him the whole story about Cassia turning my owl into bees and having them attack us.

He grabs my hand. I was unconsciously scratching at a bug bite on my leg. It could have been a bee. I'm just glad neither of us, Blair and I, got stung.

"Uhm." I feel a jolt of electricity in my hand, but I don't pull away.

"Don't scratch. It only makes it worse." He lets go of my hand and continues playing with the stem.

"Oh." I knew that, yet my mind wanted me to scratch anyway. I thought he was grabbing my hand just to hold it- and I let him. Strange.

We go to our separate classes. I feel sort of sad when we do, a little tug of longing for what could have been a bit more touching. Hand holding, I mean.

I put aside those thoughts and continue in my day. My bad mood gradually drops, and I feel okay again at dinner.

Blair sits with Severus instead of Cassia today. I remain in my usual spot beside Cynthia. Jamie's on her right. While I pick at my pot pie, someone takes a seat next to me. Bold choice.

"Hello." Anastasiya gives a small smile. Her cheeks are padded with red powder today, or maybe she's just flushed. Either way, you can agree it looks good on her.

"Good evening." Formality is such a good power move with people like Anastasiya. She wouldn't know how to respond.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"As you were." I smile a bit to show I'm not trying to be as aggressive.

She doesn't speak for a minute or so, so I awkwardly slurp down some pumpkin juice. "Your hair looks nice today," she tells me.

I try to swallow and respond at the same time, and I end up coughing up some of the juice. Cynthia turns to me, as do several others, and my face heats up in embarrassment.

"Napkin?" Anastasiya hands me one and I cover my mouth, eventually calming down.

"Thanks," I croak. I leave shortly after that.

And that would be the second time I embarrassed myself today. I know one thing for sure- Cassia and I are no longer friends.

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Published 6-11-20