Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

5 | 62 | Rain Can Be Romantic

Monday, February 16

Rain splatters against the windows of the castle, which is yet another reminder of the dreadful showers.

"How long is it going to rain like this?" Cynthia complains, something that is not like her. Usually Blair is the one complaining about something like this, but she's sitting at the top of the stairs without a word.

"I hate going out in the rain for Herbology," Cassia groans, looking at the time. "Those greenhouses aren't sound-proof, I hope Sprout knows that."

"Snow is totally fine," Cynthia continues. "I don't understand why it just stopped snowing and started to rain."

"It's February!" Cassia agrees, pushing her chin onto her palm. "It's supposed to snow, not rain."

I twist my onyx ring around my finger with a smile. It always reminds me of Evan, my boyfriend. My boyfriend. After only one day and a half, the words feel strange.

"What's happened to you?" Blair asks me when she notices the smile on my face.

"Oh, nothing," I tease. I still haven't told any of them, or anyone, that I'm dating Evan.

"It's not nothing. You looked like this yesterday, too," she urges.

"Something happened," Cynthia adds. "Did your mom sell that house elf?"

I stare at her. "She'd never sell that thing."

"Clobbey's a gift from the Rosier's," Blair explains. "Arabelle's parents would never sell a gift from them."

Cassia snorts. "Watch it," I snap testily.

"I suppose it's an early wedding gift," Cynthia quips, nudging me.

A blush creeps into my cheeks as I nudge her back. "Definitely not."

"You're blushing," Blair points out.

"Oh, come on, we already know she has a crush on Evan."

"I should hope so," I reply, glancing down at my feet. "After all, we are dating."

Cynthia's mouth drops open, Blair freezes up, and Cassia slaps a hand over her mouth in shock.

"Excuse me?" Blair breathes, leaning down to squeeze my shoulders. "You're dating Evan Rosier?!"

"Keep it down!" I hiss as a younger male student walks up the stairs with his friend. They give me an odd look, and dart up the stairs as fast as they can.

"Oh, boo, so what if everyone knows my cousin is dating Evan Rosier?" Blair asks, squeezing me again.

Cassia shakes her head with a smile and Cynthia sighs. "We've waited too long," she tells me.

"Has he kissed you yet?" Blair asks. "He must have."

"Um, yes," I reply, twiddling my thumbs. No, we haven't kissed since we started dating. Yes, we kissed when he was dating Anastasiya Young.

"And you didn't even tell me?" She responds, her hand over her heart in mock disappointment.

I don't know what to say to that, so I just shrug.

She sighs. "From now on, you tell us everything."

Cynthia nods. "And like I said, we've waited too long for you to get together." She winks at me. "We don't want to miss a single thing."

I smile, not promising anything. I already know Cynthia won't force anything out of me if I don't want to tell her. Cassia and Blair are two completely different stories.

~ * ~ *
Evan holds my waist with his hand in mine while we dance to an old music box.

We chose to ignore the sounds of rain patter against the walls and roof of the castle. Instead, we're listening to the music box as a distraction.

He begins to hum the tune, which confuses me. "How long have you had this music box?" I ask, inspecting its discolored wood from here. A tiny, golden ballerina sticks out and twirls with the music.

"It was my mother's," he responds. The softness of his voice makes me swoon and I end up smiling at the thought.

"It's very pretty," I comment.

"It's old."

"Antique."

He smirks. "Defending my mother's heirloom? For what reason?"

"You should be defending it." I giggle as he spins me. "Besides, you can't deny that it's got some charm."

"I think you're more charming than that old thing," he says, turning me around and pulling me close.

His hands take my sides and I sigh into his arms. He dips his head to rest it on my shoulder. "This is... Refreshing."

"Refreshing?" I breathe.

"Finally having you. Especially without having to worry about my girlfriend."

"So... You did want to kiss me that one Christmas break?" I ask after he twirls me around to face him and to restart the dance.

He stares at me. "I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't want to." Cheeks burning, I look back to the music box. He grins. "That wasn't the only time I wanted to kiss you when it wasn't appropriate."

"Gee, I feel special," I deadpan. "So you wanted to kiss me."

"Not just kiss." He dips me low, and I raise my eyebrows. "Just be more than friends in general. I wanted to be yours, and I wanted you to be mine."

"I knew you had a secret soft side."

He brings me back up and I lean my head on his shoulder. He sighs. "I'm just glad I can finally be with you. It's been years, hasn't it?"

"Way too long," I agree, remembering Cynthia's words.

"And I apologize for that." He grips my hand tighter, as if he doesn't want to let go. "I should have asked sooner."

"Wise words."

"So you forgive me?"

I smile. "Was there any doubt?"

The music box chimes in the background and flames lick at the lit, floral candles, only adding to the mood.

At night I have dreams about that golden ballerina on the music box.

~ * ~ *
Published 7-21-20

Very romantic :~}