cigarette butts; saving everyone but yourself; stargazer; deep breaths; black coffee; the scent of a forest after it rains; rose petals; bloodied knuckles; talking to plants to help them grow; conflicted thoughts; there to offer a helping hand; breakfast in bed; uncertain paths; holding hands beneath the table; kill them with kindness.
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NAME:Â Evan Rosier
NICKNAMES:Â Currently under the impression his name is short enough to not need one.
FACECLAIM:Â Manny Jacinto
GENDER/PRONOUNS/SEXUALITY: Cis-Male, He/Him, Bisexual, claims he’s straight when asked
AGE & BIRTHDATE:Â 29, September 28
BIRTH PLACE:Â France - A rather unexpected delivery while his parents were vacationing on the coast
CURRENTLY LIVING IN:Â A rather large two bedroom flat in London shared with Theodosia and a puppy
POSITIVE TRAITS:Â Compliant, intelligent, determined, quick-witted, even-tempered, resourceful, kind
NEGATIVE TRAITS:Â Cunning, anxious, deceptive, charming, empathetic, kind
~ APPEARANCE ~
HAIR:Â Shoulder length, black
HEIGHT: 6′2″
WEIGHT:Â Average
COMPLEXION:Â Fair
TATTOOS:Â CAN BE FOUND HEREÂ - Snake along the left side of his torso, dragon along the right side of his torso, tree around the upper half of his left arm, pagoda around the upper half of his right arm, couple embracing at the top of his right hip, and flowers along his left calf to cover his scars
SCARS:Â Three thin lines that run parallel along his calf, gained from misbehaving as a child
ANY OTHER IDENTIFYING MARK(S):Â Begrudgingly has a Dark Mark - the begrudging part of that mainly stemming from believing something more creative/better looking/less in your face could have been used.
NOTABLE ACCESSORIES:Â Evan has a tactical first aid kit shrunken down to fit into one of the pockets of his robes - constantly on him for the sake of preferring being safe over being sorry.
~ INTERESTS ~
FAVORITE FOOD: Beluga’s Almas caviar (What can I say, he has has expensive taste)
FAVORITE MUSIC:Â Classical/anything that involves string instruments
FAVORITE COLOR:Â Sapphire
CLOTHING STYLE / PREFERENCES:Â CAN BE FOUND HERE.
HOBBIES: He’s pretty good at Wizard’s Chess. Plays piano and cello. Can sing but does not do so in public. Evan can also cook and prefers doing so over having a house elf prep meals.
ROLE MODEL:Â He looked up to his father while growing up and has outgrown that.
LIKES:Â Cigars, dancing, tending to his plants, reading, going on runs
DISLIKES:Â People that talk too much, getting interrupted, large crowds
~ HEADCANONS ~
Evan cooks when stressed. He’s skilled at cooking full meals and desserts, preferring to use the family’s house elf as a means of getting ingredients instead of doing the cooking.
Herbology is a passion of his. Evan has a full blown greenhouse on the Rosier property, growing healing ingredients and vegetables for dinner.
He’s accepted he’s a girl dad at this point in his life and will happily admit his kids have him wrapped around their fingers.
Although she really didn’t like Evan Rosier, Artemisia needed to put it on side. Just this time. Hearing about his daughter was quite unexpected and something she will probably never have. In the past, she would often think of being a mother, but right now, it seems impossible. Not like she even knew it was possible to have kids. With the fact who she was now, the probability of it was very poor.Â
“Well, I guess I have always been that way. That is one constant that surprisingly didn’t change. How old is she?"Â
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“I have two of them,” Evan beamed. Parenthood was the easiest way to distract him, simply being that he could go on for hours about his girls if someone were to let him. He could hold back for now though, simply maintaining the smile. “Josie just turned two and has been helping out in the kitchen. Then Evangeline is nearly one and already mobile. Tiny little terrors, the two of them, but I wouldn’t change them.”
Gideon didn’t often stop before work to get something for breakfast but the free bagels had drawn him in and he was happy to wait in line to get one. He had come ever year for the past several years just for this. He knew he could buy his own any morning he wanted but it was habit now. He enjoyed doing it.
“Do you often work nightshift? They’ve been doing this for several years now as far as I know. It’s nice. I don’t normally come out for breakfast but now I come every year to get a bagel before work. Otherwise i don’t normally eat in the morning. Do you eat breakfast most days? I find that I run too late most of the time to do it.”
“I only recently gave them up,” Evan admitted, pausing to wrinkle his nose. “Well, if doing so in the past six months counts as recent.” It had proven to be quite the adjustment after nearly a decade of willingly doing the nightshift. He wanted time spent with family that didn’t involve his feeling like the walking dead or involve his sleeping most of the day away.
“I tend to eat at home,” He shrugged. “Nice little routine of involving my daughter with the cooking each morning. Today required being out a little earlier than planned.”
It looked like everybody already choose their path expect of her. Artemisia really thought that people will have different point of views in this situation. It doesn’t need to be all black and white. There is grey as well and that was definitely her.
Looking at Rosier, she needed to admit she didn’t hate him. She just personally didn’t like the choice he made for himself. But who knows what kind of reasons people have to be next to the Dark Lord. Maybe he is just being better towards them.
“It’s not too bad, I can’t complain too much. I am good as long as I got my first coffee.”
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It was one of those things that had been expected of him - supporting the side his parents had chosen and being well aware of the repercussions that accompanied not doing so. That part had required little thought up until being thrown out on the field to harm the very people he spent time at the hospital healing. Add in having a wife that wasn’t exactly pure, and his stance on the matter was muddled at best with his following the orders he was given and doing little else. He didn’t have Bellatrix’s enthusiasm and was more than happy to have a Rosier that wasn’t himself represent the dastardly trait his father seemed to carry.
“You sound like me,” Evan chuckled. “A little bit of coffee then I’m ready to face the world. Now if I could just get my daughters to understand that instead of waking me up before I get the chance to have some sort of caffeine.”
There was a smile on her face as Josie watched her husband and eldest daughter interact. Sometimes she felt bad, for dragging Evan into all her family problems. But then, during moments like this, she didn’t care. Evan and her girls made her happy, and nothing would change that. “Mommy really does not want over beaten eggs” She teased with a little laugh. Both her girls were such a daddy’s girl. But, considering how much she adored and loved their daddy, she really could not care.
Evie had fallen asleep, and so Josie placed her into the cot, before getting up, and walking over to where Evan and Josie were. “I suppose that is true….” She murmured, coming up behind Evan, and wrapping her arms around him. She rested her weight against him, her face leant against his back. “We can do without interrogations from your father.” Whilst she had nothing against her father-in-law, she knew that if he knew their secret he would hit the roof. “Hopefully this might at least get us more into his good books. Then he might leave us alone for a while”
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As optimistic as Evan could try to be, he sincerely doubted complying with the antics of running for a position he wasn’t interested in would get him in the Dark Lord’s good books. He certainly wasn’t flaky when it came to the cause, but their first child had left him taking a step back from fieldwork to serving as one of the go-to healers. A rather reputable position since he managed to save a few Death Eaters but the chaos they created had reached a point of leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
“Saw-wee,” Josie pouted, earning a low chuckle from Evan. “I think we’re about done,” He murmured. “I’m going to put you down now so you can sit for breakfast.” Another pout, but Evan wasn’t about to prove just how weak the look from any of the girls in his life made him. At least, that had been the plan up until having both Josies latched onto him. The little one in his arms, his wife grabbing him from behind. The only thing missing was Evie to complete the otherwise picturesque moment. “Oh definitely,” Evan sighed, relaxing at Josie’s touch. “I’ll stick to his asking about an heir over holidays and only that. As for the Dark Lord, I doubt it. I wasn’t aware I was an easier target than Malfoy.”
Pravani didn’t normally find herself at the leaky cauldron but she had stopped in to take a break in her shopping. She was quite tired of the constant running from shop to shop and she thought a quick bite would be a good thing. She deserved a break after all. Keeping up the standards that were set for people in her circle was a full time job after all.Â
It was a welcome treat to see someone worth speaking to at the leaky cauldron and she was quick to walk up to him. “Well if you aren’t busy you can have lunch with me Evan. It will give us the chance to catch up. You can also tell me if it was really you who stole the peacock from Lucius. He’s determined that you’re the one behind it.” She spoke with a grin as she moved to start looking for a free table.Â
“Surprisingly, I am not,” He admitted. “Just need to be home in time to put the girls down for their naps.” It was meant to be a quick errand but he seldom took time to himself as it was so the idea of a quick bite to eat was something he could work with.
The shit-eating grin popped up before Evan could contain it, leaving him struggling with trying to rapidly cover it up. He could keep a secret. That much was a given but the ability to contain his more mischievous antics was a struggle since childhood and often got him into more trouble than it was worth. “Borrowed is the phrase I’d use,” He shrugged. “Long enough to leave him suspicious of the usual in-laws and just short enough to not have...” He paused and made a face. “At least, I had thought there were no suspicions on me.”
Josette adored her little family. It was honestly one of her favourite things in the world. She loved nothing more than being at home with Evan and their girls. Of course, there was a lot of pressure on them to have a little boy, since technically the Rosier family didn’t actually have an heir yet. But, Josie really could not care less. Her girls, and Evan were perfect, and she didn’t see the need to expand their family further yet. And who knew, they could’ve ended up with another girl anyway. Â
“Do you think he knows?” Josie murmured, from where she was sat holding their baby. She was referring to the Dark Lord knowing about her blood status. Although, she had a feeling that if he knew they wouldn’t be having this conversation. The brunette just rolled her eyes. “We all know he wants Antonin for the job, so I don’t know why they don’t just announce that already.”
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“Can you mix this for me?” Evan asked and offered a bowl of eggs to Josie, fighting back the urge to grin at his daughter’s excitement to help. The little moments spent with his little family were truly the things he most looked forward to each day. “Yes, like that. Keep going,” He added when she hesitantly gave one stir, nodding once she repeated the action a few times. “Okay, good. I don’t think mommy wants her eggs over beaten.”
He shifted his attention back to his wife and wrinkled his nose. “He can’t,” Evan sighed. “My father would have been here interrogating me if he did.” And if not, well Evan was 99% certain one of them, both, or the entire family would have been dead because of the secret they shared. It was something he tried not to dwell on but there were too many safety measures put in place on their home for either of them to try to deny it wasn’t something that was constantly in the back of their minds. “Because it’s more fun to watch Laurent and I scramble as pawns in his game of making the public believe they have a choice on things. What possessed him to pick the two purebloods with full time jobs?”
At the minute she noticed Rosier is there, she kind of froze. Artemisia kind of knew who is on the Dark Lord’s side and he was definitely one of them. She couldn’t bare with them and she did have her own suspicions about her brother as well.
He looked offended by her assuming he was waitressing. That kind of make her laugh, so she allowed herself a little smile. Art knew it is not nice but she still couldn’t help it.
“Oh, sorry, I was obviously wrong. No, coffee will do just fine.”
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It was too early. A fact that had only been made worse by the - he honestly couldn’t tell if it had been an honest mistake or a joke and that was what concerned him the most with the interaction. Evan knew better than to dwell on it though so he handed the change over to the waitress.
“I haven’t had caffeine so I apologize if I seem a little standoffish,” His words sounded far too diplomatic for his liking but he wasn’t about to switch his tone. Not when diplomacy was the one trait he needed to work on despite knowing he had no chance in the sham election the Dark Lord was hosting.
“You know,” Evan mused. "The timing of getting a free bagel would have been better if it fell on a busy hospital day or speech date, but I appreciate it nonetheless.” It was a nice gesture and an unexpected one since breakfast hadn’t been on his before work plan for the day.
“I must have had a night shift this time last year,” He added, glancing over at where his coffee should have been. “Since it’s news to me that this is something they do annually.”
Artemisia really didn’t know what to do, everything seemed to be even harder for her. People are say that with time everything is getting better but not in her case and definitely not now. She wanted to escape to another country but what would she do? All she knows about is this world. Even if she tries, how could she manage in human world, especially know when she is a werewolf.
She wanted to gather strength to move on but sometimes it was too hard. She already lost so much and sometimes she thought there is nothing more to lose. She would find herself sitting in the dark and just looking at one spot, like she is waiting for a miracle. That’s what she desperately needs anyway.
Artemisia really doesn’t know how she got out from her apartment. Usually when she is not working, really wouldn’t be able to do anything. But today she decided it is stupid to get on with misery. Besides, nobody really cares, she learned that one. Even the people who were considered as her friends turn their backs on her so easily. But, not everyone you lose is a lost anyway. She approached the front table and decided to order. Today she will treat herself, after a long time.
“Hi, can you please give me coffee with milk? Thank you.”
“Do I look like…” The rest of Evan’s thought hung in the air and he narrowed his eyes at Artemisia, studying her a moment. He wasn’t in a bad mood so snapping truly wouldn’t have been his usual approach. There was merely the matter of being thrown off at being treated like someone that worked at the place instead of as a patron.
“But yes, fine, along with my usual,” He nodded then offered the payment to the barista, hesitating before he said anything else. “Extra sugar on mine since a day of meetings certainly calls for it. Was there a pastry with that as well, or was the coffee it, Miss Selwyn?”
Evan & @ofjosettex​
January 17, 1981 - Rosier Residence, morning
Evan hadn’t planned on making a huge breakfast but cooking was a habit of his when overstressed and he wasn’t about to turn down the idea of having a tiny assistant chef at his side. He didn’t allow Josie to do anything overly challenging, appreciating the moral support of a toddler that was all too interested in food. The toddler had seen the opportunity of getting exactly what she wanted for breakfast and Evan was in just the right headspace to indulge her.
“I would have thought my father calling me a disappointment would count as my lowest point,” Evan mused and turned over the bacon he was preparing, glancing over at his wife across the room before he continued. “But no, it was the Dark Lord calling me one. Really set a precedence for not messing up today that I can’t quite bring myself to appreciating.”
Laurent hadn’t realized tonight would become about this stupid election, although in hindsight he should have known better. When Lucius brought them up, he was content to raise his glass with a smile in acknowledgement, but then Evan had to go and talk. Great. Now he had to talk. Evan hadn’t said anything particularly riveting at least, so he didn’t need to compete.
“Likewise.” He flashed another smile around the room. “I’m happy for the opportunity to represent the working wizard.” Gross. The words sounded hollow in his own ears, but hopefully they were solid enough to stick. At very least, most of the people in this room either knew it was a sham or didn’t care.Â
Once the attention was off them, Laurent sidled up to Evan. “I hadn’t realized we were expected to schmooze tonight. I should have known better.” It was bad enough playing happy couple with Andromeda. Playing politician too was enough that Laurent wondered if he’d make it through the night. “Think if we look serious together, people will think we’re having some kind of rivalry moment?”
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It was a relief that Laurent hadn’t gone into detail or tried to properly talk politics. He would have been able to play along but the plan for the evening had been his wanting to avoid the topic altogether.
The whole thing was a sham and he was almost certain he was thrown into the mix for the sake of making it seem like the public got a choice on the matter. They didn’t but he wasn’t one for doing the opposite of what he was told. Too risky and not with the berating that would have come from his father or the Dark Lord for trying to go against expectations.
“Me neither,” He admitted with an exasperated sigh. “I would try talking to Lucius about the poor taste in having put us on the spot but wouldn’t put it past him to turn it into making everyone improvise speeches.” He wrinkled his nose at the thought then took on a more serious expression, throwing in an arched eyebrow to exaggerate the look. “Worth the shot,” He chuckled. “Anything to make them believe we’re being serious.”
The longer she spent at these events the more uneasy Josette felt. She knew exactly why. The worry of the Avery secret being found out, and it ending up with her little family being hurt, was hard. Of course, at least now she could say that it was because she didn’t like being away from her children for too long. She did have a toddler and a baby after all. Josie had so far though, managed to plaster a smile onto her face. She supposed she should be grateful of some time to spend with Evan without their kids.Â
She was just taking a breather outside when she heard footsteps beside her. The brunette smile at the other. “The Malfoys really know how to throw a party don’t they?”
“We can thank Narcissa for that,” Evan chuckled then took a step closer to his wife. He slipped an arm around her waist before continuing his thought. “I would claim it is a Rosier trait but it certainly eluded me. Do you think the girls would have an interest in a pet peacock? Or at least borrowing one for the sake of witnessing an in-law flip out?”
It was a mostly hypothetical question but the idea had been planted and it was one he wasn’t certain he would be able to shake. “Surely Malfoy can’t be keeping tabs on every single bird.”
“Narcissa was always a master of decorating. She has a good eye for detail, colour. She does her family proud,” Regulus nodded, glancing over at Evan. She was a bond that tied them, daughter of a Black son and a Rosier daughter. It was a subtle complement to both their names, as well as that of Malfoy.
“Alas, I fear Lucius would not see reality, despite being our cousin-in-law,” He cocked his head, watching the peacock. And where would one even keep one, even temporarily? Merlin, this must be what it was like to be Sirius, curse Lucius for the temptation.
“Do you think it’s magic? What can be the chance of breeding enough white peacocks to fill a garden? There’ve got to still toss up normal coloured peacocks and that just doesn’t match the aesthetic.”
“Most definitely,” Evan nodded in agreement. “You would have gotten a chuckle out of the amount of times my mother went off about my sisters needing to be more like her.” He nearly rolled his eyes when he admitted that. “I would say I am grateful to have been the heir but it meant both parents dropping hints on behavior.”
Evan pressed his lips together to suppress a chuckle, gaze shifting to the back of Lucius’ head. He studied him a moment before shifting his gaze back to Regulus. “I’m not saying I want to make a scene, but the idea of watching Lucius’ head explode over one of them being temporarily unaccounted for is quite tempting.” His expression faltered after that, the question on the colours having thrown him off. “Magic or someone is getting rich off of dealing the white ones.”
Social events were where Regulus was at his forte, hobnobbing with his peers and drinking champagne. True, the situation may have taken on a dangerous edge with him now playing each side, but so far he was still engratiated to both and had little to worry about. He could focus on Narcissa's night - he'd have to catch her at some point to pass on his congratulations but he was not one to put pressure on his hosts. He could wait until they had sought him out. He took a sip of champagne and smoothed down his midnight blue robes, embroidered with silver constellations.
"If anyone knows how to throw a celebration, it's the Malfoys," He commented. "Although now attention has been drawn to the peacocks, I can't help but watch them, it almost feels like tempting fate," A joke he could perhaps only get away with his youth and family name, but they were truly distracting and mesmerising creatures. His eyes were fixed on one particular specimen that had been capturing the evening moonlight just perfectly. White peacocks... where did someone get so many of them?
“My family could never,” Evan admitted. He and Josie were too busy as it was. He could play host well (there was little choice on that as the family’s heir) but their home was more child friendly than adult at this point. With two little ones running around there was only so much that could be done. “You can tell Narcissa was in charge of the decorating.” That much was obvious given the color scheme and knowing his cousin adored balls from the moment she was old enough to attend.
“The peacocks are a little much though,” He added. “Do you think our being related to Narcissa would be enough to ease Lucius’ temper if we were to temporarily relocate one of them?”
Evan spluttered on his wine when his name got said, forcing himself to clear his throat as an attempt at making it seem like a more natural action. The look thrown in Lucius’ direction could have killed but there was no avoiding the conversations now that it had been brought up.
“Excuse me,” He murmured and lowered the glass, needing a moment to collect himself. “Yes, an absolute pleasure to be up for consideration as Minister of Magic. Truly riveting considering the career path I’m already on.” The whole thing was a joke and the only thing that had him playing along was acknowledging that the less attention left on his family, the better.