Evan was just the kind of guy Garrison would want Gwendolyn to end up with and thatâs probably where her intense dislike for the Rosier came from. Evan checked all the major boxes all young wizards were required to fill these days: Pureblooded, well-employed, clean record. He was even the kind of man you could pick out in a crowd and say âthere - that man has a conservative view on the wizarding worldâ and actually be right about it. For Gwendolyn the combination of all of those things (pureblooded, well-employed, clean record, conservative) amounted to âfucking psychoticâ and there were definitely days where she wondered if Evanâs persona was a thin veil.Â
And yet, during her time Romania, Gwendolyn found herself looking forward to the memos she received from Evan from across the sea. But it was just two years of⊠that. It had gotten to the point where Gwendolyn could recognize the slim letters of Evanâs penmanship in a heartbeat. Hell. She even knew for a fact she could forage his handwriting if the situation called for it. But Gwendolyn was convinced it was a fascination with the man and nothing more. Sheâd always been addicted to danger after all. Evan was just another brand. Running with the wolves - itâs what she did.
She rolled her eyes at his insistence that they were friends (Yeah right in what world Rosier? In what fucking world?)Â and pulled back her arms when he touched her scars. Theyâd hurt like a motherfucker when they were fresh, but Gwendolyn was rather proud of them. Besides, if that pain meant that sheâd proven her mettle, it was worth it. It was so so so worth if it meant she got to keep working with dragons.
Her lips formed a thin smile when he asserted that she had nothing planned for the evening. Gwendolyn made sure to heap on an ample amount of smugness when she said âFor your information, I actually do have plans tonight.â
For the record - Gwendolyn actually did. Not with anyone else - but she would withhold those details from Evan for as long as possible. There was meteor shower tonight and Gwendolyn was determined to catch it. In her eyes, her evening was booked. Keeping Evan in the dark about what she was doing though was just an added bonus.
Gwendolyn leaned forward to tap him on the nose.
âHör auf zu handeln, wie du mich besser kennst als du.â
She leaned back in her seat and settled in.
A date with the stars. But in no scenario did she owe Evan the whole truth. He didnât know her and he never would.
Gwendolyn had been one of the few names he had heard slip from his fathers lips as Evanâs future was discussed. One of the available and suitable pureblood women among their circles. Though his father wasnât quite thrilled with the idea of a woman that worked, his ideals of women in society were even further dated. Evan couldnât help but wonder in another world if they could have been forced to marry, though taking that line of though would mean someone could force Gwen to do anything which Evan had already accepted as an impossibility. She was attractive, far more than average. She was intelligent, also, far more than average. She didnât seem phased by societyâs view on what she should or shouldnât be, which he would never tell her, was one of the reasons he truly respected the younger woman.
Evan had an innocent fascination with Gwen, mainly because she didnât quite fit what he expected. And even after knowing her every time he felt he got close to understanding her there was more. He didnât need to write to her as often as he had when she was in Romania, and looking back now he wasnât quite certain why he did. In the moment it felt important or required.Â
He allowed his hand to fall back tot he arm of the chair when she pulled her arm backwards. Normal people see their scars as detriments. They see the permanent mark as ugly and as something to be conscious about, she was proud of such a mark. Yet another player to her that Evan didnât fully understand.
He grinned lightly at the German rolling from her tongue and quickly responded âDu hasst, wie sehr ich dich kenne. Ich wette, dass es Sie verrĂŒckt machtâ.Â
He nodded in response though he wasnât sure if he believed her. Lying was second nature to Evan, and he was certain it wasnât all that difficult for Gwen either. âYou spent months away from here. Iâd like to see you tonight, but if you truly do have plans I suppose I will guilt you to get a drink with me another timeâ. His eyes stayed with hers, nearly locked into her eyes without intending to be. âWelcome back Gwendolynâ he said before pushing the  chair backward and standing up and taking a few steps towards the hallway. âPut my chair back at my desk when you get a chanceâ.
âDu wurdest vermisstâ he spoke without looking backwards, continuing down the hallway.
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