There was so much that Evie wanted to say, wanted to do. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and shake him for being the same amazing man that she knew him to be. For being so forgiving even though she didn’t deserve it. Evie wanted to cry into his shoulder and catch up on all the time that was lost between them. To run away and have the life she dreamed of having with him at the young age of sixteen. The fact that everything was still present even after six years of trying to keep him from her heart and mind proved that the distance didn’t change how she felt.
It didn’t seem like a big deal to most that Dirk was a half-blood. If he was a Muggle born, that would be down right scandalous, but a half blood? That couldn’t be that bad. But Evie was the only daughter of one of the Sacred 28 families. Her parents were proud of the purity of their line and had fervent expectations that their family tree shouldn’t be tainted by a single drop of Muggleborn blood in their descendants. These were things that Evie didn’t care about, but she couldn’t say that out loud. She wasn’t as brave as Sirius. She didn’t know what she would do out on her own.
Her eyes watered, tears threatening to fall. Evie had trained herself to control the crying as she grew up, but given how exhausted she was, she lacked the self discipline to hold back much longer. Evie lifted her palms to her eyes, trying to stop from making a scene. “We should go somewhere. Not here. I just… We should talk,” she said in quiet tone for only him to hear.
Dirk’s heart sank when Evie said that she wanted to talk, was she going to tell him that was betrothed and she couldn’t do this again? Was she trying to save him the embarrassment of telling him publicly that she wanted him to leave her alone. Dirk trusted Evie implicitly, so he wasn’t frightened, or worried that she would lead him to a certain doom or anything like that. But he still had a foreboding sensation sinking further, and further into his gut, he wanted to talk to her, of course he did, but he was so worried about what she wanted to say.
He knew that the concern must have been visible on his face, so he cleared his throat and nodded. Dirk knew that it wasn’t entirely safe to linger around, though he also knew that if they left through the front door together, that wouldn’t be safe either.... his Auror training was definitely showing. The Ministry really ought to be doing a better job with patrols at night, but they weren’t, so he thought of the muggle side. Feigning a yawn, Dirk said at a normal volume, “Anyway I better go, I’am shattered, goodnight.” He had an idea, which would go either really well, or terribly, depending on how well Evie remembered their time together as best friends. It had been back during those days that Dirk’s feelings had really been cemented and never changed since, those days had laid the foundations for how he felt now. Back then, Dirk had relished in showing Evie around Muggle London, it was something of an escape for him even now and he had wanted to share that with her.
Getting to his feet he added, “Time for me to sleep, if i can dream...” He trailed off and started to leave. It was a reference to a cafe that Dirk took Evie to when they were kids, it was old even then, owned by a very loud and proud Elvis fan. On their first visit, the owner was singing the 1968 hit ‘If i can dream’ and it had became something of a inside joke for them, because the guy couldn’t sing at all, but it was somehow endearing. Dirk only hoped that Evie knew what that meant, and as he left the restaurant, he rounded the corner to a quiet patch and disaparated to the old cafe in London right next to Kings cross, and waited, hoping. Because she either knew what he meant, or she thought he had just left her there without another word.
