Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

4 | 44 | Evan's Lament

Thursday, December 26

Evan's POV

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

Obviously, kissing Arabelle was a mistake and I'll be surprised if there aren't serious consequences for it.

I feel terrible, for my girlfriend and Arabelle. I technically cheated on Ana, but I also allowed there to be hope for Belle. I shouldn't have done that. I can't believe I am so stupid.

One thing is for sure, dinner is going to kill all three of us.

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I haven't seen Belle all day, but I know better than to go look for her. She needs to think on her own.

Maybe she's in her room, or outside in the swing, but I've been in my own room cursing at and berating myself for letting this happen.

Before Mother even starts prepping for tonight, Arabelle opens the door to my room and stands at the entrance. I'm so engulfed in guilt that I look down at the floor instead of at her.

"I'm sorry," she says, after several moments of silence.

I finally look up at her. "What?"

"I didn't know you were with anyone. I shouldn't have put you on the spot," she explains, shuffling her feet.

My mouth drops open and I notice the redness around her eyes and the puffy cheeks. She's been crying.

"Belle, it's not your fault, it was me. I knew that I was- am with someone. I just wish I told you sooner."

"Me too." She continues shuffling her feet on the carpet and drops her gaze. "I've been thinking."

I look up; she bites her lip. "And I really like you, but I respect that you're dating some other person, well, Ana. Who... Actually, I wish she told me."

Her gaze clouds with hurt and anger, and realization. "She knew."

"Knew what?"

She shakes her head. "It's nothing. It was none of my business anyway."

I look out the window and she pauses. "I'd like to leave." Another pause and then she tries to cover it up with an excuse. "I- I mean, I just don't know if I should be here when your girlfriend is. I just thought that would be inappropriate."

I already knew she'd be uncomfortable if she and my girlfriend were in my house at the same time. "I understand," I tell her.

Another pause.

"I'll go tell your parents," she says and darts out of the room, like she can't wait to get away from me.

I get it, really. The poor girl has had a crush on me for who knows how long, and to finally think I liked her back... And then she gets rejected all because I thought it would be okay to date someone else.

Arabelle is an amazing girl; she'll listen to anything I tell her, and still provide the best advice. She's the most intelligent person I know, and is terrific with magic. She may be grumpy sometimes, but it's a cute grumpy. I love annoying her, I do, but I also adore how comforting and independent she is. She doesn't take nonsense from anyone, which is a very strong trait in my opinion. All this, and you can't see it unless you two are extremely close, and that's what I love about her.

We are a lot more similar than it shows. In other words, she's perfect.

I'm getting carried away.

What I mean to say is, she's perfect for another guy, one who shares her amazing qualities. So really, if I were single, she'd be way out of my league.

I'm not saying that I like her or anything. Just pointing out some great qualities she has... And how because of these qualities, we wouldn't work out anyway.

I love Anastasiya, not Arabelle. I doubt my feelings will change. Ana is spectacular, she's very outgoing, fun, the complete opposite of Belle, though I have had great adventures with her.

I'm not helping my case.

What I'm trying to say is, I wish I could go back in time to weeks ago, so I could tell Arabelle about my girlfriend.

And I'm so, so sorry.

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Arabelle leaves before dinner, just as she wished. I wonder what it would have been like if she had stayed, but that's a selfish thought.

Anastasiya drops in with her father, a stern-looking wizard with short, graying hair and her mother, a tall, thin woman who looks a lot like Ana herself.

"Mr. Young, what a pleasure," my mother purrs.

While they're being introduced, I take Ana's arm and lead her to the dining room, where she sits in a chair and I push it in for her. She doesn't seem baffled by my manners, like Arabelle had been at first. I smile at the thought, and allow myself to think that the smile is for Ana.

"I missed you, Evan," she whispers to me, bright smile on her face.

I force a casual grin and go to help my mother in the kitchen.

During the meal, Ana reaches under the table to place a comforting hand on my knee and more thoughts of Arabelle slide into my head. I push them away and give her hand a squeeze. I never realized how soft her hands are.

Our parents are talking while we eat, and I can tell they're getting along very well. My parents are talking about their latest reunion with a family-friend Death Eater, and her parents are describing their last Muggle mission.

The name is misleading, but the mission is definitely not in the favor of Muggles.

As much as I like Ana's parents, my mood is sour, and it's noticeable.

When Ana catches me frowning, she sends me a weird look and I force myself to brighten up.

After dinner, I lead her to my room and take my mind off things by showing her my collection of ancient, slightly cursed objects. She isn't as into it as I had hoped.

"So," she starts, gazing around my room in wonder. "It sure is dark in here." She laughs about it, and I chuckle a bit.

"Yeah, well, we're a dark family, you know? Death Eaters and all that."

She lies on my bed, her head resting on my pillow. I smile at the sight, but my smiles fades when I think of Arabelle lying there.

"What's wrong?" She asks me.

I shake my head. "Nothing. Just lost in thought."

"Thinking of me?" She asks, her voice squeaky.

"Always."

She smiles. For being only twelve, I didn't see how I could be into her like that, since she's basically a toddler. That was at first, but she's shown some redeeming qualities.

She sits up and I realize how much older she looks. Perhaps that's what led me to saying yes when she asked me out. She doesn't look her age and she hardly acts like it. In other words, she's matured mentally and physically.

My face reddens at the thought that she matured physically, but I wipe it away before it gets to me.

She pulls me down to the bed and we just lie there, cuddling. I finally allow myself to relax for the day.

I know as soon as she has to leave, my thoughts of her and Arabelle are going to consume me.

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Published 6-28-20

This couple makes me want to spit in someone's soup >;(

Who's with me?