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New Years Party (chat) || Amycus + Evan
It wasn’t my intention to attend. Right place, wrong time. I’ll take the drink though.
Here’s to - not staying dead.
I suppose it is a nasty surprise when a crowd shows up at your hideout in party clothes, prepared to dance the night away. Have you seen Sister Carrow yet? I believe she’s here somewhere.
I can drink to not staying dead and to staying out of Azkaban.
New Years Party (chat) || Amycus + Evan
Well. This party was a bad idea.
Your attendance could be a bad idea but since when is attending a party the wrong thing to do? Here, have a drink.
Naked As the Day || Lily & Evan
Lily’s eyebrows practically reached her hairline as she stared at the man blithely sliding into a seat across from her. If anything could underscore her desire to have a wand in her hands again more than the sight of Evan Rosier smirking at her, Lily couldn’t imagine what it could be. For a long moment she just stared at him, blinking several times, and feeling disquietingly like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming lorry.
Eventually she said, “You’re kidding, right?” Lily raked her green eyes up and down the well-dressed pure-blood, grimacing in response to his saccharine smile, and tilted her own head sideways as if the altered angle might help make some sense of the bewildering apparition in front of her. Of all the people Lily hadn’t been looking forward to seeing again since she’d come back to life, Evan Rosier definitely made her top ten. Even back in Hogwarts she’d despised him, snooty brat that he was, and after Hogwarts…well, brat was far too mild a word for what he’d become as an adult.
Lily shook her head, thoroughly bewildered and utterly disinterested in whatever game Rosier had decided to try and play with her. “I don’t know which one of us you think has lost their mind, but I can assure you, being dead didn’t affect my memory at all. And I’d never forget a face like yours,” she drawled, clearly not intending her words to be a compliment about his erstwhile good looks. She made a little shooing motion, wishing that she could just draw her wand and hex the bastard but having to settle for a grim smile and a dismissive gesture. “So why don’t you just, I don’t know…try and find somebody who likes you to talk to? I’m sure there must be someone out there. Wilkes crawl out of the Veil yet?” she asked pleasantly. “Or are you going it solo right now?”
“The Ministry tells us that a second chance at life is our opportunity to do things as we should,” Evan said, only slightly piously. He put his hand over his heart as if Lily’s words wounded him. “It grieves me that you judge me as someone I used to be. You have no idea what the last three years were like for me.” Neither did he, truth be told, but she didn’t need to know that. He found that he wasn’t all that interested in baiting anyone today. He actually had something to do with his afternoon. Alecto was much better company, at any rate. The rest of the Ministry could go hang but he would suffer the fools as they came to him.
He leaned forward, ignoring her clear signals to go away. He was dying to ask her if she didn’t feel the cold or if she just couldn’t afford a coat. Not the time, he decided. “I have friends. They certainly wouldn’t let me sit here alone without even so much as a cuppa to warm my cold self. Sadly, Letha is not back yet. No one’s come through recently. I’ve been wondering, though, since you mentioned it, if we need to prime the pump. Come to the Ministry with me. I’ll toss your worthless carcass back through the Veil and perhaps I’ll get someone worth knowing in trade.” He looked around the empty area. They were apparently the only two braving the outside seating area. “Where are all your friends, Mrs. Potter? Or your husband? He’s been around for weeks. Has he found someone else, perhaps with a better disposition than yours?”
Dearest Evan,
Thinking of you during the holidays. If you need any help with your present, just send me an owl.
Love Alecto
xoxo
Good Deeds || Minipara || Alecto + Evan
"Well hopefully when other people with your shared ‘returned’ status see you working outside my office, they won’t be so afraid to talk to me. Until then, I’ll arrange everything and tomorrow you’ll start." She smiled walking over to kiss his cheek. “Now go, enjoy the rest of your unemployed freedom while you can.”
Naked As the Day || Lily & Evan
Lily sat alone at one of the small round tables outside Florean Fortescue’s ice cream parlor. It was far too cold to be sitting outside—the tables weren’t even laid with their usual assortment of napkins, flowers, and cutlery—and certainly too cold to be eating frozen treats, but Lily wasn’t there to enjoy a snack. She was, in fact, staring down the street at the small little shop in which Garrick Ollivander sold wands. She wanted one—no, she needed one. Without a wand in her hands, Lily felt naked. More than naked, she felt exposed. Even with the frigid temperatures today she’d rather be out in the middle of Diagon Alley without a stitch on than without a wand in her hand—especially with Death Eaters running around loose, both the once-dead and the recently-escaped.
She didn’t realize that she’d started drumming her fingers on the table, or jiggling her leg up and down, but the two motions combined to create a sort of hollow, tinny drumbeat around her. Lily was attracting attention, but her own was so fixed on the door to Ollivander’s shop that she didn’t notice. Not even when people paused in the street to stare at her.
"Never realized how much I’d come to depend on a little scrap of wood…"
Evan strolled along toward Gringott’s, hands in pockets both for the casual air it gave him and the protection from the chill. He was on his lunch break, tending to a little business and enjoying being alive. He found that he didn’t mind the cold as much as he used to. He didn’t know if all the returned were like that or if it was just his personal thermostat that had been reset during his time in the afterlife, wherever that might have been spent. As far as he was concerned, he might as well have been asleep the entire time. He heard that wasn’t the case. In fact, he heard enough about the different things the others were saying that it made him curious to talk with more of them. Compare notes, so to speak.
His attention caught by the noisy woman a few seconds before he realized who she was, Evan quickly decided that here was a prime opportunity to show any spies that he had changed as much as he claimed. Otherwise, he would never be caught dead speaking civilly to a Mudblood and this wench was the most notorious of them. Also, she was back from the dead like he was. He could improve his reputation and get some questions answered. Who knew what else the day would bring?
He sat down at her table, directly in her line of sight, and smiled at her. “Whatever has you so upset, dear lady?”
Across The Great Divide | Marlene&Evan
It was simply the Ministry laughing at them. Nearly every Returned Order member was paired with a Returned Death Eater. It was lucky for both Evan and Marlene that Marlene hadn’t been feeling herself lately - the old Order members she used to call friends boring her and the new relationships (such as the weird one with Regulus Black) exhilarating her. She didn’t remember much about Evan outside of the war, but it didn’t really matter. The war was over, or so they told her. Sides were no longer an issue and, if the Ministry wasn’t going to lock these people up in jail upon their return, then Marlene would just have to bloody well deal with it.
Sitting in an open tea shop during midday (the mental healers had told her that meetings should always be in public), Marlene stirred around the liquid in her cup absently, waiting for Evan to arrive. She didn’t even bother looking at the time. She’d been early and it didn’t really matter if he was late. They had an hour either way and, as long as they had something to show the healers, she didn’t care. The snow was coming down outside with ferocity and Marlene was glad she entered the shop when she did, as she was drier than most other patrons in the place. With a ‘ding’ of the bell that was barely audible behind the wind outside, Marlene turned to see if Evan was finally arriving.
Evan’s second chance at life was going better than he first expected, after coming back through the Veil to find the war over, his side apparently defeated. Sure, most of his friends and allies either were dead (with only a few back to life, as he was) or imprisoned. The Ministry was firmly in the hands of the Muggle lovers. There were a few special cases, such as Alecto Carrow. She had transitioned into this unwelcome world easily, seemingly doing well for herself. The simple fact was that the world had moved on while he was gone from it. A hard truth to accept but accept it he felt he must. He didn’t need anyone to tell him that his position was precarious. He was a mystery, to himself as much as anyone else, and suspect simply because of his before-death activities.
Because of these things, Evan made every effort to behave as was socially acceptable. If he felt it necessary to act otherwise, as when he encountered Amycus Carrow, freshly out of Azkaban with little resources, he was exceedingly careful that nothing he did be traceable back to him. He even had a job of sorts. Not only did working at the Ministry make his father happy, it gave Evan a purpose to be in the building where the entrance (or exit, depending on how you looked at the Veil) to the afterlife was kept. He was carrying on every day as if he didn’t have a care but he missed Letha acutely. He imagined it was similar to the emotional loss of the Carrows when separated from one another. If he could find a way to drag her back, he intended to. In the meantime, he smiled politely and did what was expected of him whether it interested him or not.
One of the things that did not interest him in the slightest but that he cheerfully agreed to was being matched with another of the people who had been dead but now were not. It was not lost on him that these so-called random pairings were invariably between persons who had been on opposite sides during the war. He couldn’t decide if this was meant to draw out hidden hostilities, start a new war, or possibly was no more insidious than short-sighted bureaucrats not thinking their foolish decisions through. It didn’t matter to Evan. He had done many more onerous things in life (either one) than spend an hour over lunch chatting up a blood traitor.
He was late according to the clock. The tea shop wasn’t far from the Ministry building and he’d left in plenty of time to walk there but the weather was such that he spent a few minutes casting stay-dry and warming charms on himself, his cloak and particularly his handmade shoes that were not at all suitable for the slushy conditions. While he was no longer completely cut off from the familial source of funds, his allowance was not so great that he didn’t need to be mindful of expenses. For now, most of his money went to updating his wardrobe, three seasons out of date.
He knew Marlene McKinnon well enough to recognize her when he saw her. They had seldom exchanged words, kind or otherwise, and he couldn’t remember any conversations with her. Just as well, he thought as he crossed the tea shop and sat at the table across from her. Less to overcome in his quest to be seen as a nice person.
“Miss McKinnon,” he said politely. “I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.”
Good Deeds || Minipara || Alecto + Evan
Evan doubted that he was more than minimally qualified for the job but he thought he could manage well enough to keep Alecto satisfied. She was unlikely to fire him, at any rate.
He smiled at her. ”I can’t recall that I ever minded working under you, Sister Carrow. So I’ll be here in the morning, then. What shall I be doing? Do you have particular duties that I’ll be assigned?”
"I would hope not, Evan because I believe we have some catching up to do." She winked at him knowing her mood would brighten if she needed to walk pass Evan into her office every morning. “I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, well, nothing work related. But leave it in my capable hands, I’m sure I’ll find a number of ways to keep you busy.”
"I have a great deal of catching up ahead of me but I look forward to none of it so much as catching up with you, my dear. As for being kept busy, well, eager anticipation could describe my thoughts on that account."
Walk Ins Welcome | Minipara | Evan + Mary
"Yes," Mary glanced at the robes herself—perhaps mentally asking what was wrong with them. "These allow easier access than yours incase we need it and have some pre-set charms. They are washed after every patient." She nodded to his other question, slightly amused at this point. She was hardly going to force him to leave in robes that might spontaniously become see-through… but she thought better of sharing that tidbit. Inappropriate she reminded herself—and this wasn’t someone she would feel comfortable joking with.
"I suspect the disorientation is normal and not a result of brain changes." Mary offere, going about setting diagnostic charms and writing down the results. "Based on your past medical history nothing is turning up as … overly different and many others have mentioned a similar feeling." She paused, considered, then continued. "I’m not sorry for your loss of war, destruction, etcetera."
"Lovely," Evan said dryly, donning the examination robe. He sat back down to endure the rest of the exam. "So everyone complains of being disoriented? I'm hardly surprised. It's as though we went to sleep and woke up the next morning in a different world, most of us, I suppose, feeling like different people entirely. I know that I don't really know what to do with myself. I can't decide if this feels like a dream, or what I remember from before does."
Not A Creature Was Stirring | Para | Regulus
There was no good reason for Regulus Black to be standing in a Pureblood section of the local Cemetery about forty feet from his own, empty, grave. He knew exactly how most people thought about grave digging—thanks to his inopportune first attempt at it—and he knew exactly how the Ministry thought about it (don’t do it, they all but said, and set up precautions around most of the Returned graves). But it was Christmas eve, he had had a few drinks (he was, he noticed, far more successful in drinking than he had been previously but that was likely because he let other people measure the glass for him), and Evan Rosier had suggested digging up his grave.
Regulus still hated Evan. He didn’t know why. It was a sort of niggling thought that he couldn’t quite reach and each time he saw Evan’s smug face he was reminded of that thing, that memory just out of reach and it bothered him.
But Evan didn’t bother him nearly as much as what could be in those coffins.
So Christmas Eve, around eleven forty pm, found Regulus Black standing in a graveyard gently prodding the earth with a shovel. It was hard—harder, he thought, than the last time he tried this—and Evan Rosier was late for his own grave digup. If it wasn’t for the fact he honestly didn’t have anything better to do he might have left instead of jamming the shovel into the earth and trying to use his body as a counter weight to pull it up. Magic, he assumed, would set off an alarm.
Evan was usually late. It was just one of those things about Evan. If you set a time for him to arrive, he would somehow, without purposefully doing it, be a few minutes late. He and Regulus had set up half past eleven to meet. Evan didn't even really consider himself as late, as it was only ten minutes.
This was his Christmas present to himself. The wonder about who or what might be occupying his grave was never far from his mind. He felt as though he couldn't move on unless he knew.
He wouldn't have asked Regulus to help him dig up his own grave if he didn't need another pair of arms to work a spade. He sauntered up and jammed his blade into the earth. "Frozen, naturally," he grumped. "It would be ever so convenient if mausoleums had ever caught on. But no, everyone is afraid they'll be used as spell components if their physical remains are too easy to reach. Hullo, Regulus. Don't suppose you know of any earth-softening spells, do you?"
Good Deeds || Minipara || Alecto + Evan
"Only you would think yourself to rate highly in my dreams, but some things are better off left to the imagination, don’t you think?" She smiled sweetly, turning her back on him as she walked over to her desk.
She was sorting through some of the parchments when much to her surprise he accepted her assistant offer. She’d only said it as a joke, but there was room in the department budget for her to have one - it wouldn’t be serious work and having Evan in her corner would prove helpful in many ways.
She faced him, leaning against her desk. “You’re overqualified for the position, as long as you don’t mind working under me, I think you could start tomorrow, 9am sharp.”
Evan doubted that he was more than minimally qualified for the job but he thought he could manage well enough to keep Alecto satisfied. She was unlikely to fire him, at any rate.
He smiled at her. "I can't recall that I ever minded working under you, Sister Carrow. So I'll be here in the morning, then. What shall I be doing? Do you have particular duties that I'll be assigned?"
Good Deeds || Minipara || Alecto + Evan
"Of course I knew that, I mourned for you…I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable by bringing it up." She placed a hand upon his arm unable to wipe the smile from her lips.
"I am happy to see you well, Evan you look just as I remember you in my dreams. However, I haven’t heard of any openings, I could always use a handsome assistant. But if that doesn’t take your fancy, I’ll send an owl to Severus, maybe he knows of something."
"So you admit you dreamed of me?" Evan asked, teasing. "I always suspected as much. The best kinds of dreams, I can only hope."
He considered the offer. Either work for Alecto, which was unlikely to be onerous work and would certainly be for a pleasant taskmistress, or be saddled with the dour Snape, who would likely find the worst things for Evan to do, on principle. "A handsome assistant," he said, musing. "I qualify for that. When shall I report?"
HC14 || Been There, Done That || requested by Amycus Carrow [aacarrow]
What with the Carrow siblings being so close in age and temperament, it was always difficult to interact with one and not the other. Evan liked both Carrows more or less equally so that was never a problem for him.
In school, there was never the chance for much fooling around with the brother-sister duo, not separately and especially not together, which was Evan’s ultimate goal. After the Carrows were out of school, Evan’s pursuit of them started, first with Amycus, as he judged that move, if successful, more likely to net him Alecto as well.
Evan’s plan worked. For a fun few months, he dated both Carrows. It was never exclusive, even by the standards of their odd three-way arrangement. As the war heated up, they found less and less time to spend together. It wasn’t that anyone broke off the relationship with anyone else so much as no one had time to devote to a social life. Before that could be rectified, Evan died.
HC11 Bully || requested by Emmeline Vance [honestandfearless]
Like any other Pureblood Slytherin kid who was also a member in good standing of the Junior Death Eater Club, Evan Rosier was a bully from the start. It was difficult to see, until you watched him for a while. He was charming and charismatic. He had a talent for reading a person and showing them what they wanted to see, whether it was real or not. When it came right down to it, though, if you were one of those unfortunate souls Evan saw as a “lesser being” (i. e. not Pureblood, not part of his social circle, no chance of reaching the top tier of wizarding society) then it was too bad for you, because in Evan’s mind you became fair game.
In their fourth year of school, for the space of a few days, Evan courted Emmeline in a slow-moving, just considering the options sort of way. No intentions were ever actually stated and that made it a little easier for him to swallow her rejection when she saw his bullying nature slip out from behind his civilized mask. It bothered him more that, with that decision, she had allied herself with “them” instead of “us.” Once they were out of school and involved in the war, he looked for but never found the right opportunity to demonstrate to her the error of her long-ago decision. He had to content himself with killing plenty of her friends.
White Collar AU | Evan
They’re the most successful pair of con artists in recent history, possibly because they’re so damn pretty but more likely because they have talent and charisma leaking out of their pores. The undeniable truth is that they’re bloody good at crime, so much so that the authorities don’t have a conclusive image of them, let alone their names.
Evan is the charmer; he gets the information that they need and his ventures usually reap their own rewards as well (like beautiful women). Sirius can negotiate himself pretty far but it’s the action he prefers, negotiating lasers and security cameras and hanging from the roof by a wire. He’s in and out within moments, while Evan guides his every move from the outside.
Despite their growing success and lack of capture, they can’t shake off the feeling that someone’s closing in on them. Neither of them are keen to be incarcerated and so it’s a question of how far they’re willing to go to escape the law.
Fast & Furious AU
Let’s go to Rio, he says. It’ll be an easy job, he says.
Three days later, they’d been in a car chase for their lives (even though Severus had been very clear that he was a techie, and at no point intended to get into one of those death traps), they’d been shot at by both cops and the people they were stealing from, and they had been forced to lay low in what looked like a goat barn.
Curling his lip in disgust, Evan sighed, “Well, I suppose it will have to do — for now.” He was always immaculately dressed, and secretly Severus was quite pleased to see that outfit ruffled, torn, and dusty.
Rolling his eyes, Severus drawled, “As if we had any other options, Rosier.” He really didn’t like the man — but he’d needed the money for his mother’s home, where she’d been since an unsuccessful attempt on his father’s part to kill her that had ended in brain damage, and so here he was.
With Rosier.
And a few unhappy goats. They were loud enough to make him wish he’d brought a gun, like Evan had — a gun which had become useless after he’d used a full clip to bust the police’s tires during the chase.
It was three hours of Evan complaining about his suit and Severus doing his level best not to throttle the twat before they could leave and retrieve their stash.
Next time, Severus would stick to cybercrime to pay for his mum’s home. Fuck Rosier and his bright ideas about Rio de Janeiro.
Good Deeds || Minipara || Alecto + Evan
Alecto curtly nodded. “I have his wand, he left it at the manor but I kept it at my flat, here in London. The Aurors took a spare off his hands when they arrested him.” She smiled fondly as he stepped away from her. “Thank you, but it’s all for show. I have been a mess since Amy’s sentencing…” She blushed at how quickly their conversation turned candid. “Never mind me, why haven’t I seen you in so long? What or should I say who has been keeping you entertained?”
"Well, you knew I died," Evan said, smiling. "I've been keeping a low profile since I...you know, since I'm not dead any longer. Bored to tears, to be honest. You know, I've been thinking, since my first choice of career no longer seems to be popular, I could look for other work to tide me over. I don't suppose you know of any openings around here, do you?"
