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evan rosier. seventh year ravenclaw

[evan-rcsier]

antonindolohcvs‌:

“So cute of you that you still remember who I am.” Antonin’s voice broke the sunken silence as he sat there, one leg crossed over the other. The effortless boredom he found in stewing, waiting for the call from the Dark Lord. He knew to be patience. To never bother nor badger his lord. That the job set forth would reap the rewards he could never experience from anyone else.

What a crime it was, to remain obsessive, out of control. His poor mother tried to stop that, his father tried to slow him down. But is grandfather awoken the beast, may the Devil rest his soul. “The ball?” he asked, a chiding tone in his voice, mockery mixed with a child-like sense as he sneered. “Pull your head out of your ass, Evan. What would your father say to such stupid innocence?”

If he was his son, Antonin would’ve killed him to make a lesson of him. But children and marriage would’ve never interested him. Love was for those who had nothing better to do, no higher calling to serve. Obsession—certainly another subject. Possession was simple. Something even he knew he could obtain. But the others—it was wasted matter left to the dist.

Hues narrowed, for a moment, before flashing, that demure look that had most within the Auror department trusting the split-personality man. Instead of waiting, he extending a hand, not asking but simply telling Evan to sit down. “You’ve been keenly lax on the things even I expected from you. From who your father is, I thought you’d come so… easy to the cause we’ve set forth,”

“Getting cold feet?”

There was no way he could forget. Like Evan hadn’t spent months going over the faces, the names, starting to fear them. They called themselves his allies, his friends but they felt anything but friendly. Evan was walking on eggshells, he had been ever since his father had introduced him to the cause. Unlike Severus or Lucius he couldn’t find himself blindly following along with ease, effortlessly producing spells or words to cut down those lesser.

His father would be disappointed in him, he knew that before Dolohov pointed it out. His family was waiting for him to jump forward as Bellatrix had, to prove that he was tougher than the rest, more dedicated than the rest. Instead, Evan had held idle, waiting and watching to see what Lucius’ steps were before making his move. Maybe looking for weakness in anyone else among the ranks so that he could follow. But he was running out of time.

“My inexperience must be showing,” Evan admitted, glancing towards the door to the boys dormitory before sitting across from Antonin. Looks like no one would be coming out to save him anytime soon. “I’m not exactly known for my spell casting, and NEWTs have been keeping me busy. All excuses I know, but perhaps if I had a mentor... things could be different.” 

It was better than nothing, something to start steering the conversation away from his uncertainties. Maybe if he was lucky, he could even get out of this conversation without being cursed by the older Death Eater. 

[evan-rcsier]

andromeduhblack‌:

She waited, that haunted pause that felt only retained on Andromeda’s part until Evan’s admission had her grinning. “I told you!” She playfully hit him, touch light enough as to never hurt. “Everyone thinks she’s so bloody specific on who she chooses to be kind too and who she won’t be but it’s a fair share that all of us experience it.” As children, Andromeda fell into Bella’s shadow, happy to follow her sister around, where ever she pleased. Bella was all she knew—Hogwarts had changed that. Hands folded in her lap, one leg crossed over the other as she sat back in her seat. “How generous of you.” She quipped with a smile. “I’m reading Magic Moste Evile—doing my part.” But it was a disturbing read, once the bloody thing stopped screaming. Possibly why she was on such high alert to those around her. Even if it looked good that she was reading it, she wished to continue reading the Jan Austen novel tucked in her bag. “There’s always Secrets of the Darkest Arts—Mother was a fan of that book when she was here. She said it changed her perspective even more than what she believed on how bad the Muggleborn epidemic was.” But Andromeda was paraphrasing the words once used to describe them.

"Well to be fair she is nicer to you and Cissa,” Evan pointed out. Even though they were cousins Evan couldn’t imagine her ever being nice enough to him. Maybe it had something to do with the way he tensed up whenever she was in a room, or maybe she could just smell the uncertainty radiating off of him. “I’m always generous Andy, especially for my favorite cousin.” And Andromeda was, he didn’t care too much about Narcissa, Bella scared him, he detested Sirius if just for the fact that he escaped, and well, he pitied Reg. Plus Andromeda was always nice to him, he almost felt like if he’d ever had the courage to confide in her, she’d understand. Maybe she’d still accept him. “I believe that’s one of my parents favorites as well,” Evan said, nodding in approval. They had a copy hiding somewhere in the house, no doubt ready to be pulled out of the Rosier’s ever got a whiff that their son was doubting his allegiance to the cause. “Any cool spells in there? Something I can maybe use to get our of my own essay?” 

[evan-rcsier]

antonindolohcvs‌:

Where: Slytherin Common Room, 9:14 pm. With: Antonin Dolohov & Any death eater. 

“Professor, surely you don’t think I’ve forgotten where the Common Room is…” Antonin’s voice trailed off, falling into stride with the former head of his house. A Cheshire cat grin on his lips, casual approach as Hoarce Slughorn moved beside him, huffing and puffing in kind from the slyth man he once governed over as Head of Slytherin.

“Nonsense, m’boy, I’d happily show you tonight. Dumbledore can’t help the curosity of former students wanting to see their homes when returning to come protect the school.

“Ah–but he’s considered a great man for a reason, is he not, Sir?” That felt like a white hot poker, shoved down his throat at the idea of complimenting that ancient bastard.

It was only a nod, a whispered password, as his ears perked. Facta, non verba. Antonin smiled, being escorted inside, and suddenly a sigh of relief escaped him. “It’s just the same, sir.” He whispered, a nostalgic sense to his voice–or so it sounded. Mostly, it made him sick. 

“I’ll leave you too it–when you’ve done nosying about, I’ll be in my office with a Oak Matured Mead, come join me for a drink.”

Antonin nodded, keeping the easy-going grin until Slughorn finally disappeared. Bodies filtered in and out, as he fell gracefully onto the plush leather couch, as he was finally left alone. “It’s like I never left.” He whispered. Propping his ankle on his knee, one arm rested on the back length of the couch, as the resolve to be happy fell. 

The portrait opened, as Antonin’s dark stare settled in. “Well, well well. Look who it is. How kind of you to grace me with your presence.”

"Dolohov,” Evan breathed, feeling like the air had been knocked right out of him. He was quite possibly one of the worst people Evan could have met, considering that the man was one of the most dangerous in the Death Eater ranks. Rosier couldn’t even tell if he found him more or less scary than his obsessive cousin Bella, maybe more so in the fact that he couldn’t tell if Antonin was just one second away from firing the killing curse at him at all times. 

“Are you back for the ball?” he asked, keeping his voice steady despite the uncomfortable feeling that was crawling up his body. Evan had come in here to find Lucius and he was a little less than pleased to find Antonin Dolohov in his place. He hadn’t expected to put up a front tonight and possibly talk about more business like matters such as reigning terror on Muggleborns and blood traitors. To Evan, thats more or less what he expected to talk about with those dedicated to the cause. 

It was all anyone seemed to want to talk about. That along with death and pureblood society matters. It was all a bit stressful and boring to him, and he was getting worse at hiding it. Maybe when he got married they could escape, somewhere further where nobody worried about blood status. Where he could be at peace. 

[evan-rcsier]

andromeduhblack‌:

Andromeda didn’t look up, even if the corners of her lips twisted into a half-smile at the sound of Evan’s voiced as he slowly approached. Finally setting the book down in front of her, page marked so she could return to it later, her hands folded in her lap. “Evan,” She begun. “Bellatrix is my older sister. Everything in comparison doesn’t seem to stack up as much as you’d think.” She countered. “Please don’t make that voice again, that was terrible.” It was then she exuded a laugh. “Not particularly, looking into some additional information for this assignment in Charms.” She said, brushing off the book as a bore. “What are you doing in here?”

"Bella... is pretty terrifying you’re not wrong,” Evan confessed with a little laugh. His elder cousin was probably one of the top names on his list of people he found terrifying which was why he avoided her most of the time. Every time they spoke, every time Bellatrix looked at him Evan felt like she could tell how much he wavered, how much he doubted being a part of the cause. With Andromeda, there were none of those feelings. She was unusually warm for someone being born into her, and his family. “You know jokes are my strong point, cut me a little slack. Think of it like a cousin discount.” He peeked again at the book to see if he recognized it. “Just looking for a little light reading, this is where they store all the interesting books anyways.”

[evan-rcsier]

andromeduhblack‌:

Where: Restricted Section of the Library With: Andromeda Black & anyone

In the grand scheme of things, Andromeda understood the level of prejudice that reigned free within Hogwarts to those who bore green and silver robes. While most considered Slytherin a production of heinous persons–that which a prime example being that You-Know-Who himself once called himself a member–Andromeda liked being a Slytherin. Not in the ways that Bellatrix prided herself on it’s pureblooded based selections, that there was an amassed wealth reigning in one area, maybe something Narcissa appreciated. The ideals of Slytherin set the precedence, not in so many extremes as some took it, was something she enjoyed. Being a Leader, having an opinion some might not agree with–it all reigned free within them. It was one of her many thoughts as she leafed through the book, seated within the Restricted Section of the Library. Certainly she could’ve been working on school work, for a future where she’d be a wife and mother, raise pureblood babies–according to Druella Black–that was what her calling was in life, apparently. Hearing a stirring from the shadows, she didn’t look up, as she flipped the page. “No sense in lingering in the shadows,” She called out to whoever was there. “Anything in these books is vastly more terrifying than you would be.”

Evan Rosier understood that he was anything but scary. No matter how hard he could try, he’d never have the naturally menacing aura that Mulciber or the Lestrange brothers held. It just wasn't inside of him, so he usually didn't try and just instead put up with spitting insults or glares at others he deemed no worth his time. However, Andromeda was not one of those people. He actually liked his cousin, more so than any of his other ones. “You don’t think I’m scary at all?” Evan joked with her, keeping his voice low partly for effect. He walked over towards Andromeda, peeking at the book she was holding in her hand. “What are you looking for? Anything interesting?”

[evan-rcsier]

longbottomsfrank‌:

Where: Halloween Party With: Frank & Anyone

Frank had put off heading down to the party for the viable reason that he simply didn’t want too. Costumes were fun, certainly, dressing up as someone you loved or admired shed some goodness. But the weight of everything was waning on them all. Perhaps he worried too much. Perhaps fear of the unknown was a suffocating thing in itself. As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he knew he was doing something right. But it didn’t mean there wasn’t an uneasiness settling around him from the last party–as though something said ‘stay in your bed, go to sleep, Longbottom’. Not that he hadn’t stumbled, fallen off it like his legs didn’t work and still manage to dress himself, all while being able to hide the goose egg on the back of his noggin. Now, moving into the clearing, he didn’t waste time–heading right for the refreshment stand, as he juggled the lemons in his hand. Pausing to set them down, he plucked a singular one up, a boyish grin against his face. “Lemon for your thoughts?”

Frank Longbottom for better terms, was stupid. At least that’s how Evan saw it. The Hufflepuff 7th year was clumsy, something that many found charming, chivalrous, and kind. Evan Rosier had never seen anyone stupid enough to be as kind as Longbottom was, to the point where he helped people Evan was pretty sure he hated. Deep down, that made him respect the other boy, he willing to lend a hand out to anyone, no prejudice. So he approached their conversation cautiously, wondering if maybe in their last year he could figure Longbottom out. Maybe he could answer the questions that Evan so desperately was looking answers for. “What exactly are you supposed to be?” Evan asked, making sure his tone was rude, but not exceedingly so. He wasn’t supposed to mingle with people like Longbottom and he couldn’t make it seem like he was actually interested in their conversation.

[evan-rcsier]

HOGWARTS COSTUME PARTY

evan rosier as (a lame) devil

[evan-rcsier]

WHEN: October 31. WHERE: Forbidden Forest. WHO: Evan & @damonmulciber​

If Evan was being completely honest with himself, Halloween just wasn't his style. The whole trickster attitude of the night along with dressing up in a costume was just too much effort for him.It also was tedious and annoying, two thing Evan tried to avoid at all costs. But there were appearances to keep up and a party to enjoy and Evan didn’t really care if he had to put on a devil ear headband to argue that he was dressed up. It wasn’t like no one would be missing an article or two of their outfits at the end of the night.

He was sure Barty or Lucius would laugh at his lame attempt at a costume but he wasn’t really on the lookout for them at the moment. No, he was more focused on avoiding his fiancé, a hobby that both him and Nadiya had been pretty good at for the past two weeks. Spotting a familiar figure nearby, he was pretty sure that Nadiya wouldn’t particularly seek him out for company, strolling up to Mulciber and looking around. “You haven’t seen Krum at all tonight have you?”

[wixenprince]

Solitude || Sept. ‘77 || Open

[evan-rcsier]

wixenprince‌:

“That’s true. She’ll start rumours about anything - I swear she has nothing better to do with her time.” Though he knew Evan was only teasing, Severus was often the butt of jokes and rumours that floated around the castle. His fuse was short for those sort of outlandish falsities.

They came to the end of the stairwell, and he walked along the corridor until they found a moving staircase that would bring them closer to the correct side of the castle. “Well, if that’s all you want, I think it might be better to skip out on Lucius,” he chuckled. “I think we’d have better luck finding him by just wandering through the halls. I’m not sure if that falls under your definition of fun…” They swapped to a different staircase, where he continued, “… And if it doesn’t, we could try to get out onto the grounds. I need a cigarette.”

“I know for a fact that she has nothing better to do with her time.” Except get on his nerves and twirl around with Emmeline all day. Evan did not like Rita Skeeter and the feeling was pretty mutual. In his opinion, he couldn’t understand how anyone could stand that gossiping twat.

“Wandering the halls can always be made fun, Severus I’m sure you know that,” Evan spoke alluding to the danger he knew lurked inside of Snape. While Evan wasn’t as malicious as the other Death Eaters, in his mind, that didn’t mean that he didn’t think he was better than Muggleborns. Snape also seemed to find fun in torturing those who were lesser, maybe Evan could learn something from him. “Then grounds first I say, maybe we can brainstorm once there’s no possibilities of prying eyes.”

[black-doe]

C O M M O N  R O O M → r a v e n c l a w

Ravenclaw’s element of air naturally brings in more light. Sitting on top of a tower, Ravenclaw’s tower is a lighthouse to all knowledge seekers.

[evan-rcsier]

andrablacks‌:

Andromeda felt bad for her cousin. She honestly thought he deserved better than Nadiya Krum, but they both had their fates tied due to their parents. They both had to deal with keeping the pureblood lineage untainted, and the only way to ensure that would be to set up the marriages at a young age. It was a frustrating reality, but it was one they were forced to live with since their births.

“I’m sure she’ll come around.” She didn’t know if she was referring to her coming back to the party or warming up to Evan. Either way, Andromeda didn’t quite believe her words. “I did. Most of the people were already here when I arrived.” She hadn’t planned on staying at the party, so it was a bit surprising to see her not wandering back to her dorm room. “Narcissa?” A small chuckle left her lips at the thought of her younger sister. “I’d like to think I’m better company than Barty is anyways. My little sister did you a favor.”

He almost laughed out loud, a bit of his anger at Skeeter bubbling up inside of him. He didn’t want to take it out on Andy however, and instead just let it go with a shrug. “Perhaps.”

“You’re family And, of course you’re better company than Barty but he’s still my pal,” Evan argued, a smile appearing on his lips. He knew Barty didn’t exactly leave the best impression on others or that he was the first person many people chose to spend their time with but Evan liked him. He didn’t feel the pureblood pressure around him, and could let go of his persona enough to at least be honest if he disliked something. “Should we go find something to drink? Or perhaps somewhere else to talk? I’m afraid I either need to be much more inebriated to stay here.”

[evan-rcsier]

krumlegacy‌:

Quite interesting the way their roles were reversed; perhaps it was the way that the blood was affecting her senses or the fact that she had drunk much more bourbon and alcohol than her usual tolerance — but Nadiya, found herself watching Evan’s shifting emotions upon his features, curious for what exactly Rita had decided to say to work him up to this state. Stepping closer to him, she shut her eyes briefly to inhale the intoxicating smell of the copper she could sense, and the overwhelming way that she could feel the creature inside of her almost begging for her to sink her fangs into Evan. Shifting her stance from one foot to the other to try and focus her attention elsewhere, Nadiya bit her lip lightly as she sighed at the continuous way Evan seemed to drone on, refusing to tell her what his problems were with his previous conversation with Rita.

Merlin, men were so irritating, and for some reason Nadiya just wanted him to shut up and stop acting in such a depressed state. Unused to this side of Evan, and desperately wishing he would stop running circles around their conversations which were not usually in this fashion, she wondered what it would take for him to snap out of his head state. Going with the first thought that came across her mind; one that sober Nadiya would have never considered, she replied, “Merde, sometimes I don’t know what I’ll do with you Evan.” She huffed, as she found herself millimetres away from his figure, and against her better judgement deciding to push her lips against his. 

Taking a break from his self pity train, Evan had an intense feeling of deja vu as Nadiya stepped closer to him. It had been like at the ball, when she’d suddenly grown nicer and said all those things to him. However, now, he was not in the mood and she definitely looked out of it standing there with Rabastan’s coat around her shoulders. It was almost like she was more than drunk, like she was high off something and Evan wondered if maybe the other man had given her something during their rendezvous. The whole thing didn’t do anything to quell his anger and he turned his face to the side, so he didn’t have to look at her face. It was too much right now and he needed to get away from her, if just for one night. So he could calm down and just be alone for once, without anyone looking at him or judging him.

They never seemed to do what the other wanted, however. When Nadiya wanted him to leave her alone, he annoyed her to no end. Now, when he wanted her to leave him alone, she just seemed to be getting closer and closer, probably tripping balls on whatever drug she had been given. He could feel her body against his, and when she brushed against him, against better judgement, his head snapped towards her, just in time for Nadiya to land a kiss on his lips. At first he stood in shock, frozen by the sheer shock of Nadiya kissing him at all. This wasn’t exactly how he’d imagined his first kiss to go, and besides the fact that he didn’t really know what to do, he didn’t even know if she was in her right mind. He pulled away, resting a hand on her cheek and looking her straight in the eyes. “Are you okay?”

[evan-rcsier]

bellatriixed‌:

when: october 11th, 1:38 am. where: exit to the slytherin dorms. who: bellatrix black & anyone.

What a spectacular day it had been indeed. And whilst some may have been rejoicing for the apparent Quidditch match that had been one of the houses’ unexpected win, she was more interested in the affairs of the Death Eaters, and how pleased she had been with the results of the meeting. She had laid down the law for her Lord’s followers and now she expected results from his recruits; failure was not tolerated. And now it was time to see his glory proclaimed as they flourished in the cover of night. A cruel smirk upon her lips, Bellatrix found herself rather lacking the need for sleep, when she herself could be participating in the joys of torture and experimentation to further her spell repertoire. Turning her head to see the brief glimpse of someone who seemed to also be out beyond curfew, her smirk began to widen as she remarked, “Well well; what do we have here?”

It had been an interesting day for Evan. While the Gryffindor’s had whined about their loss, thought turned inside the young Ravenclaw's mind. Who should he target? What should he do? He found this task more important that any homework assignment or anything else he had going on right now. He was just leaving the Slytherin dorms after a quick visit with Lucius, Bellatrix’s message fresh in his mind. And as if he had conjured her, she appeared behind him, the door to the common room closing with a thud.

 If he was being completely honest, his cousin scared him, she was viscous and devoted completely to the cause in a way he could never be. She was the Dark Lord’s lieutenant after all, and the pride of their family. “Hello Bella,” he answered, nervous butterflies stirring in his stomach. He kept his face neutral, but he was sure by now his cousin could smell fear from a mile away. “Already executing chaos? Or taking a late night stroll?”

[evan-rcsier]

krumlegacy‌:

Rolling her eyes at Evan’s quips, Nadiya couldn’t help but find herself wishing that hexing him once or twice would get the point across that she found his charming self unlike so many individuals rather grating upon her. Perhaps it was because she had once been so similar in personality once; charisma oozing out of her every pore as she flirted and charmed anyone and everyone to get what she had wanted; known as the life of the party at Durmstrang, but Nadezhda was very different now. “For having to escort you back to the dorms instead of continuing my rounds, I think 100 points will be lost, perhaps more at the rate this goes.” She dryly replied as she folded her arms for him to finally get his act together, lest a Professor came along and chastised her for not doing her job properly when she had no interest in it whatsoever, and especially because it was Rosier of all individuals. Merde, why was her betrothed so irritating sometimes?

"I think I’ll test my luck tonight,” Evan told her, waiting to see if she would lead them towards the common room. It was easier to act like an annoying asshole around Nadiya than show her his vulnerable side, something that he really only gave her glimpses of when he was feeling down or handing her a new gift. At least when she was annoyed with him now she wasn't annoyed with the real him, just the persona that he chose to put on. She could hate him all he wanted and while it still hurt him, he had his protective barrier as well. “What should our first topic of discussion be? Perhaps school? I’m sure someone as smart as you expect to ace NEWTs later this year.”

[evan-rcsier]

stabbystebbins‌:

Location: The Great Hall OPEN: Everyone

If there was one thing Theo didn’t take lightly, it was losing. She’d been raised to chase after everything she wanted as a means to live in the now. And as a result it fueled a ferocious competitive side in her, one that was openly displayed at Hogwarts through classes and Quidditch. A Muggleborn who was talked down upon just for being one. 

So yes, Theo was extremely bitter and being a sore loser about her team losing to Hufflepuff. Life was too short for grudges, she knew that, had been drilled into her mind, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be pissed at herself. She could do better, knew she could be better, and might’ve taken it out on Benjy by lobbing that bludger right at him with every intention of winning and letting out her irritation. 

Someone sat by her and she immediately Theo was defensive. “If you’re here to gloat, or give me pity save your breath. I won’t hesitate to use a Silence charm on that fat mouth of yours, so you can sod off. ‘Cause I don’t care.” She did, but it’d take a bit for her to cool off. 

Evan was nervous. He’d been dreading this moment all summer long, praying that it would possibly never happened. But it had and now The Dark Lord was calling for action. If he didn’t do anything now, he’d stand out, possibly be killed just like Lovegood. Maybe worse as he watched everyone turn their back to him, leave him alone to rot. 

He couldn’t have that.

It was right after the meeting, Evan would have to act fast. It would be easier to just get it over with and say he’d at least done something. But what? Terrorize Charity? That girl was practically immune to insults at this point. Duel with Sirius? He really didn’t feel like it. But he needed to do something.

And then there was Theo, sitting alone in the great hall after the match. She was alone, and by the looks of it angry. Being different years and houses he didn’t know her too well, but he did know she was a muggleborn. Could he possibly use her anger to set her off on someone else? Or maybe this was a possibility for him to prove himself by hurting her. He slid into the seat next to her, watching her spout her little tirade before answering. “Touche Stebbins, we all know this Hufflepuff win was just a fluke.  Maybe if Ludo hadn’t gotten his bat stuck between you and his broom for so long you could’ve done more. Could’ve won the game.”

[evan-rcsier]

lusindatalk‌:

WHERE : Outside the Library

WHEN : October 13th, 8:20pm

WHO : Lucinda & Open

Finally Lucinda had a purpose. The aim was destructive action and she was more than ready to partake, she had been itching to begin her wicked quest for longer than she wanted to admit. It felt a lot like this was predestined - now it was only a case of figuring out what it was that she was going to start with. She couldn’t do something too extreme, it was the fear that made it most exciting of all and no one was scared enough. Sure, there were a few tears shed over a boy that no one actually cared that much about but that didn’t equate to anything. Most of the weepy ones were probably just being dramatic for the attention of it, she couldn’t blame them for that. 

The sky outside was already pitch black, the library illuminated only by candlelight as a few diligent students remained attempting to get their work done for the next morning’s classes. Lucinda had no intention for any of them to remain there. She wandered the shelves, pretending to be looking for something extremely specific when in reality she was trying to be subtle in extinguishing the candles. The book case by the door allowed her the perfect angle to get rid of the lot in the main study area. She pointed her wand to the centre of the room and spoke softly but clearly, “Ventus.” A gust of wind shot forth and extinguished all the available light in the room - but of course Lucinda wasn’t finished there.

There was a moment of chaos as people lit the tips of their wands looking irritated but in that brief moment, Lucinda set her main plan in action. It was perhaps a childish sort of prank but she could already tell by the faces of a few concerned looking seconds years that it wasn’t all for nought, especially as the book cases started crashing down into one another, the books flying around trying to find their spot again but utterly unable.

In this moment of chaos, Lucinda slipped out of the doors and moved as quickly as she could down the stairs until she turned a corner far too quickly and almost walked into someone. “Watch where you’re going!”

“Fuck Talkalot, watch where you’re going,” Evan hissed, annoyed as they stood facing each other. Who was she to be so rude to the likes of him? He was far above her status, since she came from some family that Evan couldn’t even bother to remember much less come into contact with. It wasn’t that he hated Lucinda more that the blatant disrespect she’d given him right now annoyed him. But he took a deep breath and calmed himself before asking, “Where are you going in such a rush?”

She’d been at the meeting, and from his guess she was up to no good. Maybe Evan could hop on that, cause some chaos with Lucinda and stay out of the wandering eyes of the Dark Lord and his cousin Bellatrix. It was only an hour until curfew and they had plenty of time to at least set something up or cause some mayhem before the halls cleared. Maybe even to find a target. Evan wasn’t really a big fan of torturing or hexing some poor defenseless student but he’d do it if that’s what it took to save himself. 

[evan-rcsier]

charitasburbage‌:

She figured it’d just be the usual collide and anger, but it never was when it came to those that bullied others. Charity could just ignore, move on, but she had a way about her to fight back and not let them get her down. Besides, even if Evan would allow her to burn one day, Charity knew she’d be the type to show mercy and help. 

“Har, har, that’s a good one.” She wouldn’t want to occupy his mind in the first place. Weren’t all the elites hooked up with one another anyway in some sort of weird, bloodline preservation? Evan’s next question, Charity couldn’t help but respond as though he’d hit his head. “I guess direct you to the drinks? You’re not really gonna make me pour you one, are you? Surely you’re man enough to do that by now.”

"It always helps to have a little help. It would only be right that the one who spilled my drink should get me another after all.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, instead staring right at her and waiting for her to move. Whether that was getting out of his sight or actually going to pour him a drink he didn’t really care. He just wanted to have a little fun after all, maybe teasing Charity would brighten up his mood and make this party bearable.