Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

3 | 31 | Holiday Shopping

Tuesday, December 25

As a tradition, I wake up exceptionally early for Christmas, without even trying.

I am a not too old to race down the stairs and tear into my pile of presents with a smile on my face. This year, my parents get up not too long after me. My mother and father take a seat on the couch nearest me and my dad drapes his arm around my mom. They look so happy.

My first gifts are from them, a whole book series I've been asking to get for months. "Thank you so much!" I squeal and trace my finger over the spines.

My parents chuckle and my mom tells me to continue opening my gifts. The next are from Cynthia and her family- one that I haven't even met. She's sent lots of sweet treats and a hat to wear on snowy days. Blair gave me a miniskirt that she says will look "sexy" on me. I roll my eyes and smile anyway.

Severus got me a limited edition Potions textbook and Evan gave me a small, silver bracelet to go with the outfit Heather sent me.

It was the biggest package on the pile, a pale green, sheer romper. My mother gets up to get a closer look. She feels the fabric and openly wonders how much this cost. "It's beautiful! Go try it on."

I do as she says and look at myself in the mirror afterwards. The bracelet looks spectacular next to the romper. Still, it'll be a while before I can wear this, since we're in the middle of winter.

My mom gasps when she sees me in it and then, she claps. I smile timidly.

~ * ~ *
At the next Hogsmeade trip, Evan and I discuss our holidays.

"The romper was gorgeous," I tell him. "And the bracelet matches perfectly."

"What can I say?" He says, chest puffed out. "We're a French family, we're educated in fashion."

My face reddens slightly. "I didn't know you were French." That only increases my infatuation, but not attraction. I am not attracted to Evan Rosier.

He smiles a bit arrogantly. "Couldn't you tell by the names? Rosier? Pierre?"

"I should have known. Only a French family could master that meal like you did. And the French painting, and French perfume set."

"How very observant of you," he teases, and then pauses. "My mother is hosting a summer ball this July and was wondering if you'd like to come."

"Oh-" The question is so sudden I have to think before answering with a yes. "Of course."

He grins. "Would you like to be my date?"

"Pardon?" My breath quickens while my face reddens at the question.

"To the ball. Would you like to be my date?"

I smile and exhale. "Of course I will."

"Then, let's go find you a good dress. My treat."

I smile. "You're really sweet, but I can't let you do that. I'll get one myself."

After several minutes of Evan practically pleading with me, I give in. It could be really fun anyway, shopping for a eye-catching, drop-dead gorgeous dress. As long as it's not over 50 Galleons.

Evan takes me to a very expensive clothes shop, one that's downtown with all the much older looking wizards and witches. Hardly any student comes down here, besides all the respected pure bloods and rich ones.