Her revulsion was evident; she wore it proudly, two sharp blades wielded in each hand with the intention to pierce. For a second there, she almost sounded like a serpent, with the hiss in her tone and the venom she hoped to infect him with. It missed, landing on the floor at his feet, the grin broadening at her remark.
Evan understood her intention, her suggestion that the Slytherin home within the depths of the castle were fitting; the closest thing to hell you’d find in the place. Darkness slithered in every corner, crack, and crevice. They liked to call it “nefarious,” but their own knew better — and even their enemies had to admit such virtues existed within the den of snakes. It was cunning. It was ambition.
—– And something else entirely, something foreign,
had wormed its way under his skin; his inability
to define it making it all the more unsettling.
He should have spit back, but the humor of her innuendo, no matter how unintentional, glued that infuriating vanity to his face. So did the bizarre tingle that rippled through his chest whenever the maddening lioness was in his presence.
A retort caught on his tongue at the sight of their professor (or warden, however one chose to look at it), fading in and out of his instructions enough to catch the end: their punishment. Cleaning the fucking disgusting bathroom in the hospital wing; a task that was clearly beneath the Rosier boy. He didn’t hold back his aversion, his upper lip twitching in a cringe as he unlinked his fingers from behind his head, dropping his arms into his lap.
“ Well, Mr. Rosier, perhaps you should’ve thought of that before
you began fighting with girls in the middle of the halls, ” the
professor reprimanded him, letting out a scoff of a laugh.
Evan’s head dropped down, his only response a minute shake of the head, all the while biting down on his tongue to keep himself from getting into even more trouble. His posture became rigid, eyes remaining on his lap lest he release the annoyance that was building in his gut.
For once, he hadn’t been the
bloody arsehole in the situation.
— — — Mostly.
“ Off you go then! ” She flittered her hand through the air in dismissal, already making a beeline for the exit. Clearly they weren’t her highest priority. If he were a less intelligent man, he might’ve followed after her, ditched the entire afternoon of torture altogether. Only things didn’t come that easily at Hogwarts.
Once she was out of sight, Evan stood, the chair screeching across the stone floor as
it was slid back by the force of his action. He let out a deep breath, tilting his head back
as he rolled his shoulders along with it. A few moments passed and finally, blues landed
on the brunette across the room the room from him, “ Let’s get to it then, shall we? ”
