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Narcissa eyed him suspiciously and said nothing for a moment, lips pursed in thought. She liked to think that she was reasonably skilled at reading people, but Evan had always been a secretive wizard. Sly, reserved, careful. His lack of enthusiasm could mean a myriad of things: a way to prevent people from snooping, an act to make himself seem nonchalant in the face of a betrothal that might very well unsettle him, or simply it was the stark truth. “Please don’t mope, darling, it makes you look miserable. You knew this would happen one day – you’re going to have to deal with it like the rest of us.”
Evan could almost feel Narcissa trying to figure out the meaning behind his words and though it was true that she was better at reading him that most people, the truth was simple enough; he simply wasn’t happy about the whole thing. It distracted him from the war, it undermined the importance of the war and that was the last thing he wanted. “I wouldn’t say I was miserable,” he raised an eyebrow, “Only displeased. I did know. I only hoped it could wait until the war was over.”
