Expectations | Evan Rosier

Two darkened souls tainted by the hands that hold their shoulders. Strings coiled on their mouths and wands kept at their backs, "backs straight." They would snap. "You are a pureblood. Act like it." You can never truly escape. Not with them.

Aquarius Black was out of breath. Her throat constricting with the expectations. It was as if there were a noose around her neck held loose until the inevitable fall.

Evan Rosier's mind was broken. A fragile state, held together by pure desperation with the belief of insanity. He was not insane. He was not insane. He was not insane. He will not be insane.

She would whisper to him, "I will accept you with all your demons. I will hold you when you need me."

He would tell her, "I am with you. Always."

Words can only hold true for so long.

Marauders Era
Year 4 - Post-Hogwarts
OC x Evan Rosier