Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

5 | 64 | The Talk

April

Dear Arabelle,
Your father and I are very pleased to hear that you are dating Evan Rosier. We knew how close the two of you were, it was only a matter a time anyway.
Tell me all about it next time we meet! Call me nosy, but I'm your mother and I want to know about your love life.
On a more serious note, we will all have to talk when you come home. It's about something very important, and we're just trying to protect and prepare you. It may or may not have something to do with Evan.
Love,
Your mother

~ * ~ *
My cheeks burn at the thought of having a talk with Mom about Evan.

I know exactly what she's trying to hint at.

In June, my parents and I are going to have the talk.

Blair and Cassia burst out laughing when I tell them and I stare in horror. Cynthia, the one who's always been more sympathetic, pats my shoulder for comfort. "It's now or never, Belle."

"It's going to be awful," I moan, pushing my face into my hands in emphasis.

"Hey, ladies," Evan says as he passes, which makes Blair and Cassia laugh more. "What's the joke?"

"Don't even think about it," I hiss to Blair, who opened her mouth to say it.

She smirks. "Oh, nothing. Arabelle just got a serious letter from her mom, who found out about you two dating."

"Does she not like me?" He asks seriously, face paling more than it already is, if that's possible.

"She loves you," I reassure him.

"She's just trying to 'protect and prepare' you two," Cassia responds, nodding with a very sincere expression.

"What's that mean?"

"Just read it," I say, shoving him the letter and covering my face in embarrassment.

He scans the letter and I peek up to see his cheeks flushing. "Merlin above." He hands it back to me and scratches the back of his head. "Ah- I don't know what to say."

"I'm fifteen!" I exclaim. "I'm a child."

"Yeah, we know you won't have sex until you're thirty," Cassia says bluntly, inspecting her nails.

"Doubtful," cheeky Evan says, catching all of us by surprise. Cassia smirks.

"You're not helping my case," I tell him.

He shrugs. "At least your mother didn't hear."

Blair and Cassia share a look. "You never know with that woman."

I groan again at this. Of course my mom's going to overreact.

For the course of the next few months of school I patiently await for the talk. It's going to suck, but I might as well brace myself.

Evan thinks it's a good idea to help me practice on what I'm going to say, but I doubt my mom will even think I've done... Anything.

He sits me down all seriously by the lake and clears his throat. "So I'm going to ask you a few questions and you have to answer honestly."

"Yes, sir."

"Ma'am," he corrects. I forgot he was impersonating my mom.