evan rosier

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Snatchers (2019) Directed by Stephen Cedars and Benji Kleiman

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“I for one like chaos. Chaos looks good on me.””

— Ally Carter, Uncommon Criminals (via b-ookquotes)

[gunsnrosier]

lizarosier​:

—

Since the incident in which she’d ended up in St Mungos, Liza had really been out. She knew exactly who had poisoned her, and it made her worried to go out. Liza hadn’t thought Melaina had been up to it, and maybe she wasn’t since she’d tried and failed to kill her by poisoning. But the event had made her wary. She hadn’t really ventured out of Scotland. It was safe up there, and she felt safe. But she was going crazy in the house. So she’d gone to Hogsmeade for a few afternoons. She felt a little safer there.

She’d brought some sweets, and mooched around the village, but now was tucked in a dark corner of the Three Broomsticks. She was going to have a late lunch, and then head back to Sirius’. Her time hadn’t been too bad here. So maybe she’d come back soon.

Or well. Maybe not. She looked up at the sound of her brother’s voice. She bit her lip, just watching him. She didn’t know if he’d hurt her. Her gut said no, but she’d have said that about Melaina too. “Evan…..” She murmured a few minutes later. She didn’t want to look scared, but she couldn’t deny that she was. She knew how dangerous her brother could be.

“Interesting? We’re at a pub. People do tend to come to them”

Evan knew Liza too well. He’d been there the moment she was born and had looked out for her every day of her life until she’d left. He knew, better than anyone, when she was happy, when she was annoyed or sad, and when she was scared. And right now, sitting in front of him, he saw fear in his baby sister’s eyes. She hid it well, their mother had taught them to, but not well enough to hide it from him. A knife had been driven into his heart the moment he’d found out why she’d left, and now, seeing his little sister scared of him, it was pushed in even further.

He smiled at her comment, but it was a shield more than anything else. It kept how he really felt from spreading plain across his face. It kept the anger and the hurt below the surface, protecting her from knowing how disappointed he was in her and how badly he wanted to rip Fabian Prewett to shreds.

“I suppose. They wouldn’t really be able to stay afloat if no one came in to get drinks.” His smile stay emblazoned on his face as he ventured forward. “How have you been? The blood traitor treating you well?”

Even when he was in school, Evan had always held his tongue. It was his brand to make friends with everyone, regardless of how he felt really about them. It was how he’d gotten to where he was today, why no one suspected that the cursed and shredded bodies of mudbloods and blood traitors that turned up in the Thames or in empty, unnamed fields were his work. But now, with how she’d driven a knife into him, he couldn’t help but give a little stab back.

His smiled dropped as he continued.

“Has he been worth it?”

[gunsnrosier]

harpergreengrass​:

…

It wasn’t so long ago that she would have deliberately sat as far as she could from Evan to prove a point – that marriage wasn’t for her, and if she couldn’t talk him out of it she was going to make it as unpleasant as possible.  But as time went on, as she got to know her fiancé, she grew to, if not anticipate marriage, accept it.  There were far worse people to be tied to than Evan.  So she sat next to him easily, opening one of the binders she had put together with Liza before everything went to hell.

Her lips twitched at the mention of nudity.  “The best part of the night,” she muttered, but there was no real annoyance in her tone.  She was all for tradition, and the idea of all eyes on her in a pretty dress appealing – but having so many people invested in their day, counting on it being perfect for a variety of reasons, took away from some of the excitement.  “Perhaps even six.  Really throw off any one who’s expecting it.  My mother, however… well, no one but my father will miss her and he could do with some disappointment.”  She was mostly joking, but since getting to know Ash, she couldn’t fully quench the underlying bitterness she felt toward her parents.  

“Oh that sounds perfect actually.  Light and rich all at once – and a salad for those wanting to truly keep it light.  And not too messy.”  She paused, flipping through the notes that Evan’s mother had given her that morning.  “Maybe something a bit heavier for those with bigger appetites?  Sweet chili shrimp?  Miniature sandwiches?  Caprese skewers?”

Evan smiled and let himself fill with a bit of pride when Harper complimented his suggestions. Evan brought an undeserved amount of confidence to everything he did, but that didn’t mean he always expected to get things right. And planning a menu certainly wasn’t one of his areas of expertise, so the little win was a pleasant moment.

“Having a heavier option is smart. Caprese skewers would probably appeal to the most people. I know there will be a few paranoid traditionalists in attendance who are still a bit hesitant to eat seafood at events. Malfoy is one, but he’ll never admit it, even if you indirectly ask him.” As he and Harper grew closer, Evan had found a special kind of joy in sharing inside knowledge about his friends and family with her. The more they shared with each other about the people they knew and what they thought of the world, the more it felt like they were becoming a team. That they were in this crazy adventure called life together, them against the world.

“As for napkin colours, I don’t think we can go wrong with matte black. Though I never think matte black is the wrong choice.”

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harpergreengrass​:

lizarosier​:

—

Their eyes might have only met for a second, but Liza felt her heart speed up rapidly. Evan might not have hurt her the last time she had seen him, but she really wouldn’t put it past him. Liza liked to think she knew her brother, but that meant she knew that he detested blood traitors, and enjoyed hurting them. That was exactly who she was now. She had never thought she’d ever be scared of her brother. But here she was. Oh why hadn’t she gone into that tent with Fabian.

She dropped her gaze, looking at the floor. She felt sad. Any other time she would’ve gone up to her brother, a beam on her face. But they didn’t have that anymore. And it hurt. She might have been gaining a good friendship with Marlowe. But nothing would replace what she had once had with her brother.

She sighed, brushing a stray piece of hair off of her face, and praying that Fabian would hurry up so she could get away from where she was right now.

…

She let out a sharp sigh.  Clearly Evan had seen Liza, and judging by the look on Liza’s face she had seen them as well.  She wasn’t sure what to do in this situation.  Liza had made her choice, so any pain she was feeling was simply collateral damage.  She didn’t begrudge her for making the choice that was right for her, but, in equal measure, she wasn’t going to do a single thing to mitigate the damage she had caused for herself.  She would do whatever it was that Evan wanted her to do.

But she wasn’t going to be the one to break the charade.  “Hmm,” she smirked.  “Maybe we should make it interesting.  The bottle pyramid seems harder – and I’ll bet I can win you a stuffed animal before you win me one.”  She shot Liza a warning look, unsure if she planned on approaching them, but she had better let Evan be the one to make that call.  She’d stay out of it unless she needed to insert herself in the middle of it.  She led Evan in the direction of the bottle pyramid.  “That hippogriff will look nicely on my bed.”  She pointed to one of the bigger prizes, happy to make it more of a challenge.

@gunsnrosier​

It might’ve driven some other couples apart, but competition was the basis of their relationship. They’d broken the ice rock climbing, bonded over a game of truth or dare, and were now about to face off in a carnival game. With most people Evan preferred to win but was a gracious loser if the outcome was unfortunate. However, with Harper, it didn’t really matter. Either he won, which was a positive, or he got to watch her win, which was also a positive.

It was going to be their bed soon enough, but with his parents especially, moving in together would have to wait until after the wedding. “The hippogriff it is. You’re welcome to try to beat me, but I think we both know who has the better arm in this relationship,” he teased, playfully leaning into her as they made their way to the booth.

There were several lanes for set up across the stall inviting the competitive play Harper and Evan thrived in. Evan handed the vendor the entry fee and once the steam whistle blew, they were off. After the first ball was launched, it wasn’t as speedy as their start would’ve suggested. The participants were given a certain number of tries rather than an unlimited number in a limited time frame, so after his first, all out throw, he took his time and focused on precision and accuracy rather than speed.

Harper was just as quick to start as he was, but after a few throws he noticed her fade from his peripheral. There were so many possibilities as to why she might’ve walked away from their competition, so Evan didn’t even try to guess. Instead, he just focused on the task in front of him and winning his future wife the cute stuffed hippogriff.

@lizarosier​

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harpergreengrass​:

lizarosier​:

Where: Just outside the bar area

When: Approx 10pm

Who: Liza, Harper and Evan ( @gunsnrosier​ + @harpergreengrass​ )

Liza had maybe had too much to drink. Or maybe just enough. She was feelign nicely buzzed. Which was what she needed right now. She had needed something like this. Something to take her mind of the chaos that was her life right now. Fabian had gone to get them some more drinks, and Liza hadn’t felt like standing inside the cramped bar area. So she’d assured him that she would be fine waiting for him outside.

To be honest she was actually quite enjoying people watching. It was something she had always liked doing. It felt like she had more of a need now, needing to keep an eye on who was approaching her. That was how she managed to spot her brother, and her future sister in law. She bit her lip, not sure whether to shout out to them. She decided against it. Her last meeting with her brother hadn’t helped her decide if Evan even wanted to speak to her anymore.

So, rather than expose herself, she just waited for Fabian. Maybe Evan would decide to chat to her. Time only would tell.

…

She only met Liza’s eyes for a fraction of a second, but she felt frozen in place.  If she were alone she would have approached the girl that was supposed to have been her sister, something she had managed to accept long before she accepted the idea of Evan has a husband – so as much as she understood the concept of taking charge of your own life, she couldn’t help but feel a bit betrayed.  

But it was nothing compared to what Evan was feeling.

Their connection couldn’t have lasted longer than a breath, but it felt like a lifetime had passed by the time she managed to break away.  She turned to Evan and forced a smile on her face, taking his arm to, hopefully, stop him in place.  “If we’re going to go through with this wedding I need you to win me a stuffed animal – it’s actually an absolute requirement.  You think you’re up for the task?”

@gunsnrosier​

Evan never thought this day would come. He was attending an event with a woman who was soon going to be his wife, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. They’d met up with his younger brother and sister earlier in the evening for some future in-law time for Harper, and that part of the night was part he’d change if he could. If he could’ve played God that night, he would’ve made it so that Liza could’ve been there as well.

Unfortunately, with the choices she’d made, that was no longer possible. Some of his friends had suggested to him that it was potentially against her will, perhaps a love potion was in play. As much as Evan appreciated their optimism, from the letter Liza has left him, he doubted that a love potion was the cause of it all. Instead, Evan placed the majority of the blame on Fabian Prewett. An outsider might have said that Fabian and Liza were equally at fault, if falling in love was a fault at all, but even in his anger and pain, Evan permitted Liza grace.

“I can absolutely do that.” Evan smiled at his bride-to-be’s request. “The only question is do you want me to win it for you at the bottle pyramid or the dunk tank.” Evan’s gaze looked at each of the booths as he respectively mentioned them, and as his gaze panned across the carnival, a certain dark brunette caught his eye.

Their gazes only met for a second, but it was long enough that neither could deny that they saw the other. Evan grew tense, but tried to push past it for Harper’s sake, not wanting to ruin her night.

“So which one is it?” he asked, looking directly at Harper as to not risk meeting Liza’s gaze again. “The bottle pyramid or the dunk tank?”

@lizarosier​

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who: @lizarosier​ where: The Three Broomsticks when: February 7th, 1983

Evan hugged the other man as they got up from their table. He didn’t visit Hogsmeade often, but it was nice to catch up with friends from time to time. What better place to get drunk on nostalgia and relive the memories of their school days than the very place they got drunk at during their school days. The bill was already settled, so there was nothing keeping the two men from walking out the door and carrying on with their days other than the dark haired woman that Evan spotted as he took his first step towards the exit.

Nearly fumbling for a moment, Evan paused and gently touched his friend on the arm to get his attention. He quickly mumbled an excuse as to why he needed to stick around for a moment, which the other man thankfully accepted, and watched his friend walk out the door without him. Once the wooden door was full shut, Evan walked over to the dark table in the corner where Liza had seated herself.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to say to her. He’d imagined this situation in several different scenarios, but never fully settled on what would be best.

“Liza.” It was so strange address her that way. He said it with a smile, of course, because that was how Evan was, but it wasn’t the same. It was the smile he used with mudbloods and muggle sympathizers, the people he made nice with on the surface but would cut down in a moment if their backs’ were turned. He wouldn’t ever hurt Liza, it was one of the few things he didn’t think himself capable of doing, but she was one of them now. She was traitor.

“Interesting running into you here.”

[gunsnrosier]

harpergreengrass​:

@gunsnrosier​

Getting married was exhausting.

This had been her third betrothal, but at no point had she taken the initiative that she had here.  At first it had been to appease her mother, but as time went on her priorities had begun to shift.  Planning with Liza and Narcissa had been illuminating – it had been nice to let friends, and future sisters, guide her through some of this mess.

But things had changed after Liza ran off with her blood traitor.  Evan’s mom had always been involved, sending her samples and suggesting silhouettes she thought Harper might look nice in.  But now her interest was almost frantic, double and triple checking that even the most minute detail was taken care of.  Maybe it was a sort of coping mechanism, using the wedding to distract from the fact that her daughter had gone, hopefully temporarily, mad.  And if that were the case, Harper was hardly going to take it from her.

But what she was going to do was share the endless joy with her husband to be.  “I am nearly ready to serve turkey sandwiches and streak down the aisle,” she admitted, joining Evan in the sitting room.  “Your mother would like for us to finalize the appetizers and choose napkin colors today – well, she would like for me to do that, but if you don’t want me to accidentally give her heart failure when she catches sight of my bare bum you’re going to have to help me.”

Evan smiled as he imagined Harper streaking down the isle. It was the kind of stunt he absolutely loved in theory. The idea of everyone’s jaws dropping at once, a shriek horror coming from one corner of the hall while someone fainted in another. His mother would certain have a heart attack, prompting a nearby healer to rush over while his father stood solemnly at her side. Henry would of course be worried about his wife, but in that moment his concern would certainly be overshadowed by the shocking disappointment he felt in his oldest son. So, the streaking idea couldn’t be.

“I’m all for nudity, but I think we’re supposed to save that until later in the night.” Evan readjusted the pillows next to him on the loveseat, indirectly offering Harper the seat next to him. “And I can absolutely help you with that. It’s probably best if we wait until around five years in to give mother a heart attack. It’ll look less suspicious that way.” In truth, Evan loved his mother, but it was fun to joke about her in her absence.

“So, for appetizers we obviously don’t want anything with too much garlic or onion,” he began. “What if we did a baked brie of some kind and maybe a garden salad?” Planning events wasn’t Evan’s specialty, but he’d like to think he’d picked up a few good ideas by being an attendee for so many years.

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who: @diisgustednoiise​ where: The Cauldron Brewery when: evening, January 22nd, 1983

Even though the days were near their shortest, they somehow still felt long. Perhaps it was the fact that Evan had been in his job long enough now that he could no longer claim ignorance and because he made the mistake in the fall of showing competency he was now saddled with legitimate career work. The papers that passed by his desk meant something and what he signed affected people. Even if his work wasn’t as important as Lucius’s international business, it was real and more responsibility than Evan ever would’ve chosen to taken on if he’d had a say in things. That was why it was important now more than ever to unwind and drink with friends. Though the fact that he now drank at a bar popular with people from his place of work still felt alien to him.

“Whoever thought it was a good idea to have the sun set so early?” he mused to Rabastan as the bartender brought over their drinks. Evan enjoyed night time for the cover it brought, but if given the option, he preferred to be under the sun. If it weren’t for the law and the opposition of the current government to his extracurricular activities, he would’ve wanted the sun to stay in the sky until 10:00 pm every day. “Whatever force decided how the planets rotate never tried living on one during winter.”

[gunsnrosier]

saoirsemckxnnon​:

Being a fitness instructor, Saoirse had seen just about everything one could expect from clients. From people arriving in brightly colored matching track suits to those who threw on their oldest most worn down t-shirt and slacks with holes in them. However, they never understood why some people insisted in working out outdoors when it was below freezing in hardly any clothing.  On their daily run, they happened to catch up to someone who appeared to be doing just that. “You know how cold it is, right mate? I mean, I get it, right? But you’ll freeze your arse off like that.”

But then the people wouldn’t get to look at all this... was the response that Evan would’ve given if he was five years younger. It wasn’t that he was any less proud of his appearance now, he was just less cocky than his twenty-four year-old self had been. He was still just as confident, he was just ever so slightly quieter about it now.

“I know, but I like the look,” he shrugged. “I’ve run in this clothing in this weather before and I’m alive to talk to you about it, so I think I’m good.” Evan didn’t doubt that some would freeze in what he was wearing, but he honestly felt fine despite the windchill. He’d never spoken to his parents about it so he couldn’t be sure, but maybe it was just in his DNA to withstand the cold? Maybe his dad naturally ran warm too?

“Have you ever tried running in lighter clothing this time of year? Maybe you wouldn’t mind it.”

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theacarrow​:

“No. I actually find Christmas terribly boring” Theadora mused, not looking up from her pocket mirror as she reapplied her mirror. She had a break from intervewing for the newest feature for WWN. To be honest it wasn’t that she was a scrooge, she just didn’t really get to spend Christmas with the man she wanted too. And that sucked. But obviously, she couldn’t actually talk about that. So she just was a scrooge instead. “The highlight is always the Rosier christmas ball though. The Rosier’s out did there selves this year”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Evan laughed, leaning back in his armchair. He swirled the whiskey in his glass, taking a sip before elaborating on the self-congratulatory line of conversation. “They really pulled of something spectacular this year. No one else can compete with them - they shouldn’t even try.”

Evan never had much to do with the planning of his family’s annual Christmas party. His mother did all the heaving lifting and the girls were expected to help as they grew older, but they were never as enthused as Isabella wanted them to be. Evan was thankful that the only expectation set for him by his father was to show up looking good in a suit (which he never had trouble doing) and make a short speech about what a wonderful job his mother had done with the party.

“How will the phenomenal Rosiers outdo themselves next year? I bet we can’t even imagine...”

[gunsnrosier]

peterxpettigrewx​:

Peter blinked slightly at Evan answering, but figured that maybe how he had phrased it was rude. After all, house elves were good at their jobs. Maybe it would be rude for him to ask if they could. 

Peter nodded slightly at the other not really able to say thank you to the house elf as he past - although seeing how Evan reacted maybe he shouldn’t have anyway. Maybe it was a pureblood thing that Peter hadn’t realized and over stepped on. He’d have to work on that even if the thought made his stomach twist. 

It was just another reminder that, at the end of the day he could be the same level as that house elf. They were of different stations, only because of his parents. That was all. 

Still with the question Peter’s attention snapped back with less confusion on his face  as he said, “Oh pretty well. We’ve been getting a lot of new books in that I haven’t been able to keep up with all of them. There’s a new history of magic book about the history of Hufflepuff which is pretty neat. I think the author is working on the one for Slytherin next. If you like fiction we’ve just got a new series about the first Tri-Wizard tournament. It’s pretty good too.” 

Evan wasn’t much of a fiction reader anymore, but he was sure that his younger self would’ve thoroughly enjoyed the Tri-Wizard Tournament book series that Peter mentioned. Evan still did his best to read as an adult, but since he did it far less his book choices were more about practicality than anything else. Usually it was books on spells or histories of war, though since being hired, he’d started reading nonfiction sports books as well. A younger, enthusiastic Evan might’ve been heartbroken by the decline in adventure books, but that was neither here nor there. In the grand scheme of things, Evan had achieved everything he was born to.

“Those all sound fantastic. You’ll have to let me know when they publish the Slytherin one. I’m sure my mother would want to add it to her collection.” Isabella hadn’t attended Hogwarts herself, but she had become more fond of the house than even some of its own members when she married into the Rosier family. Her husband had been in Slytherin and so had all of her children, and that, in and of itself, made it glorious in her eyes.

“Oh, here-” Evan grabbed a neatly packaged paper bag from the house elf that had just appeared at his side. He handed the package to Peter as they reached the front door. “Get home safely, mate.”

END

[gunsnrosier]

peterxpettigrewx​:

..

Peter hadn’t grown up with house elves outside of school, but that was hardly surprising. He didn’t grow up wealthily in any sense of the word but his mom was a great cook. When it became just them, Peter had often stayed in the kitchen with her just talking as she stirred at a pot. When he’d seen his dad, the same thing happened, but with different food. 

He didn’t know if a house elf would know how to cook that though. “They are pretty great at what they do,” Peter said with a slight smile and nodded. 

“Thanks - Uh do you guys have any chicken noodle soup? If so could I have some please?” Peter said knowing that it wasn’t really wanted but should be easy enough to one of the house elves. He almost asked their name, but he wasn’t sure if that would be rude or not. 

“Thank you again Evan. I don’t want to take more of your time then I already have. If you’ve got somewhere to be I can find my way back out from where I came into.” After all he didn’t want to make a fuss or have people connect dots. 

Evan would never outright say it, but Peter’s politeness was something the younger man needed to work on. Manners were important and valued, but these were house elves they were talking to. He was showing them the same kind of respect that one might show another person. It wasn’t right. Evan couldn’t outright teach him unfortunately, it wasn’t his place, but perhaps if he hung around more the expected etiquette might rub off on him.

“Of course you can.” Evan replied, stepping in to answer even though he’d have no part in the process. He shot a glance at the elves, before turning his attention back to Peter. To anyone else the glance didn’t have meaning, but the Rosiers had had the same help for years. They knew the quick, direct look meant to go quickly and, even though they were all in the kitchen, to try not to be heard. Usually the glance also implied not to be seen, but in this situation that wasn’t possible.

“Nonsense. I can walk you out and they can have the soup ready at the door.” Evan smiled at Peter and began guiding him towards the front entrance, not bothering to address the house elves before he left. It was expected that they would just pick up on the instruction.

Evan didn’t know everything about Peter’s background, but he knew enough from casual talk and what Liza told him to know that he didn’t grow up the same way Evan and Liza had. If everything went their way that would change though, at least to some degree, and Peter needed to be ready for that when it did.

“How are things going down at the store? Any new publications that a worth a read?”