- evan rosier

eople are generally better p e r s u a d e d by the reasons which they have themselves discovered than by those which have come into the mind of others. ❞

[knightindarkarmor]

“There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.”

-Franz Kafka

[aveofhope-blog]

                          ❝ People are generally better p e r s u a d e d by the                               reasons which they have themselves discovered                               than  by  those which have come into the mind of                               others. ❞

                                                                                - Blaise Pascal, “Pensees”

G E N E R A L I T I E S

 Evan Rosier is a Sixth Year Slytherin and thus sixteen years old. He is the Beater for his house Quiddtich Team. His face claim is Sebastian Stan. He is currently T A K E N.

W H A T    L I E S    B E N E A T H

Evan Rosier lived a life of luxury from the moment he was pulled from his mother and into the word. To say he had a silver spoon in his mouth from the very beginning would be underestimating the amount of money that his family had. As the sole heir, he was taught that he was in charge of making sure that the lineage survived and this his own personality would always reflect on the family as a whole. To Evan, there are only two types of people in the world; those that are worth his time and those that disgust him to the core. He sees people as objects. Anyone who can be of use to him is kept close, charmed into believing that they’re important and thrown away once his use for them is no longer.

When he decides to open himself up to a person, which admittedly is so rare that he’s certain it doesn’t happen, he’s in it for life. He will do whatever he can to help them even if they will turn against him for it. Evan hides how intelligent he is behind a wall of snark and not caring, but he understands a lot about the way that the world works. He knows where his place will be and he’s always trying to make sure he has the right connections to move forward. He’s  streetwise and brilliant in his own way, choosing to play the dumb one and waiting while others do the dirty work. If he decides to use a person, no one else can touch them until he is through unless they want to face his anger.

Evan had been told his whole life that war is coming and he’s going to be ready for it when it does. He sees it as his place to punish all those who don’t fit into the future world and it’s an instruction that he intends to follow. He’s well versed in the Dark Arts and knows ways to make sure that he isn’t caught when he ‘plays’ with the younger students. He has the gift of words. Evan can talk his way out of almost anything if he wants to, dressing things up to make them more than they are.

P E R S O N A L I T Y    T R A I T S

                           positive;; intelligent. charming. eloquent.

                           negative;; unfeeling. ruthless. possessive.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Marlene Mckinnon : His first friend as a child. He believes that she’s made the wrong life choices and he knows that he should no longer care for her, but still he finds himself thinking of ways he could protect her in the war. 

Amycus Carrow: His closest friend in his house. The Carrow name is a strong one and Evan knows the benefits that friendship with their family could reap.

Sirius Black: Evan detests the Gryffindor. He had a perfectly good life and walked away from it and Evan will do anything to show him that was the wrong choice. 

A B O U T T H E M U N

The mun is Janie, hailing from CST. She works full time and lives on a farm with two kids, lots of animals and a big garden taking a lot of her time. She will do her best to stay active, however. Her imagined ships for Evan are: Evan/Taking Care of Number One, Evan/Miss Right Now, Evan/Pureblood Supremacy, Evan/Depends on Game Progression — you get the idea. Basically, it’s all about Evan.

[mxkinnon-blog]

     ”I don’t want you to say anything, Evan.” She said, sighing softly. “I wish there weren’t shitty lines between the two of us, but we can’t change the facts.”

[knightindarkarmor]

"I wish that weren't so," he told her.  Even for Marlene, one of the few people he thought he might care about, he couldn't be what she wanted him to be.  

He wouldn't give up everything else for her, no matter how it would get him where he wanted with her.  He couldn't imagine mingling with her friends, the Mudbloods, the blood traitors, all the common folk he knew from an early age were beneath his notice.  

"I'm sorry.  I don't know how to be anyone other than who I am."

[sweethoneybird]

“I just wanted…to kiss you good-bye.”

"Y-you….what?"

Flustered, the blonde began to blush. Surely she had read dozens of fairy tales as a young girl, but Vegas knew there was no such thing as happily ever after. Besides, she was not a princess or a damsel in distress; boys typically didn’t want to speak to her, much less kiss her.

Typically, she didn’t mind much, mostly because she would knew the results would be nothing less than disastrous. Stuttering, the chaser fought to give a coherent response. He had shocked her, so much so that she was practically speechless. What could he possibly have wanted with her of all people?

"I’m sorry, I’m just…nobody’s ever said that to me before, that’s all."

[knightindarkarmor]

 Evan smiled his most charming smile at the half-blood Ravenclaw.  It didn't matter that it was as false as his sweet words to her.  She wouldn't know the difference.

He looked around the corridor, nearly empty this close to curfew.  "I want to kiss you good-bye," he repeated and added, "if you will allow me the familiarity, that is.  I enjoyed studying with you tonight," 

he hadn't; he hated studying and only did enough to get the expected grades in his classes, 

"and I would like to express my appreciation for your company."

[mxkinnon-blog]

"You can’t have me if you’re going to hurt people. And by people I mean anyone. I don’t care that they’re blood traitors or muggleborns; no one deserves it.

                                 And I won’t accept that’s who you are.”

[knightindarkarmor]

Well, he had asked for blunt.

Evan, who seldom found himself at a loss for words, wasn't sure what to say to that.  He didn't know if it was that he didn't know Marlene or Marlene didn't know him, or perhaps both.  He suspected that they now faced one another across a larger ideological divide than Gryffindor and Slytherin.  

He tried to imagine the muggleborns as being as good as real wizards and witches.  He couldn't.  

"I don't know what you want me to say to that."

[mxkinnon-blog]

  "I don’t doubt that you’ve been called worse but right now that’s what you’re being."

      She rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t want you to leave me alone, I want you to see that you can’t have both.”

[knightindarkarmor]

"Both what?"  She didn't want him to leave her alone, but what did she want?  Another blood traitor to swell the ranks?  "I'm not sure I understand.  Be blunt, like all your ... Gryffindor friends."

[mxkinnon-blog]

        “Then you’re a hypocrite.”

She stepped back from him, wanting distance if she was going to say the words that she had to say. She didn’t want to reject his friendship, but she needed to make her point to him.

           ”If you’ll call everyone else like me a blood traitor, then why not me?

                            I am a blood traitor, Evan, and I’m p r o u d of it.” 

[knightindarkarmor]

"I don't know."  He really didn't.  Marlene was different.  She obviously didn't think so, but she was.  

"So I'm a hypocrite.  I've been called worse, Marly."

"If you want me to leave you alone, just say so."

[knightindarkarmor]

“You don’t…have to leave. Please.”

Sitting on the side of the bed to slide his feet into his boots (dressing in the bedroom and not the dressing room was a habit he’d picked up from Marlene that his mother, had she known of it, would have called “tacky” but that he privately thought was efficient when dressing quickly, as he was currently), Evan looked over his shoulder at her.  She knew he had to leave.  He knew he did.  It was a game they played, pretending the Call that seared through the Dark Mark on his forearm was a choice.  He answered her by ignoring the next pain that shot out to his fingers and up past his shoulder in favor of leaning over to kiss her, tenderly brushing her sleep-tousled hair out of her eyes. 

“Go back to sleep.”  He suggested this gently, although knew she wouldn’t.  She might pretend until he left but then she would be awake and out of bed.  If he had any information to share before he left, she would act on it.  If not, like tonight, when the reason for the Call was as mysterious to him as to her, she would pace and worry after firecalling all her friends to warn them the Death Eaters were out and about.  This was another game they played, pretending a Death Eater and an Order member could find happily-ever-after.  Evan was content with mostly-happy-from-day-to-day.  It was more than he could hope for, really.

“Don’t wait up.”  His tone was light, as if he was off to a casual meeting over lunch in Diagon Alley.  It didn’t help to be upset, so he wasn’t upset.  (Well, once in a while, when he was alone, maybe he was a little upset, but no one could prove it.)  He couldn’t think of another way to delay the inevitable so he stood up and reached for the heavy black robes hanging from a hook on the back of the door.  He shrugged into them, absently patting the deep inner pocket that held his Mask.  He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, said without turning around, “I’ll do what I can tonight.”

[knightindarkarmor]

“Look at this burn. It’s going to get infected.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Cissy, it’s barely noticeable,” Evan huffed.  He wasn’t as annoyed at her as he acted.  He never had been.  It was simply a point of manly pride that he pretend not to care about his youngest cousin’s feelings or opinions.  He had no idea why that was; it just was.  A tradition.  So many traditions in a Pureblood existence and for what purpose?  None that he could see.  Like most traditions.  They were the habits of a life that was no more.

“Here,” he said, softly.    He held out his hand to her, burned palm up as if a peace offering.  He didn’t care that his hand was burned but she did.  He knew she needed something to do with herself, to take her mind off everything going wrong in the world right now.  He would give her this much.  It was all he could do for her.  “You can heal it for me, if you want.  I’d like that.”  

[mxkinnon-blog]

                      “Which is precisely why I have chosen to not be a part of them. Why waste my time doing anything that bores me when I could fall off my broom and die tomorrow?”

Their conversation was getting too close to a topic she didn’t want to cope with. She didn’t have an answer to the question, at least, not an answer she wanted to give him. The young girl knew enough about loyalty that she would never condone his actions because they could always be aimed at people she loved. She would always be a blood traitor.

                  “It depends. Do you see me as a blood traitor?”

[knightindarkarmor]

Right to the heart of the matter.  Her directness was sometimes embarrassing, often infuriating, but always surprising after time spent with more traditional purebloods, who seldom got to the point in any situation.  He wondered if that was learned behavior from all her Mudblood and blood traitor friends and supposed it was.

He stopped and turned Marlene so they faced one another.  "I don't see you as anything but Marlene.  When I look at you, I don't care about anything else in the world."

[mxkinnon-blog]

               ”I’d be bored out of my mind at social events.” she laughed, “Parties without silver service are much more to my liking.”

                                           She slipped her hand into his, squeezing it gently.

         ”You could have written, Evan. And the answer is that I don’t know what we are anymore.”

[knightindarkarmor]

"Everyone is bored at a social event.  It's a requirement."  

The hand-holding, while welcome, was a surprise.  "I wish I had," he agreed.  He squeezed her hand in response.  Their hands, he thought, fit together well.  "Do you think we might be something?  Is that even possible?"  

That wasn't exactly what he wanted to ask her but it was as close as he could manage right now.    

[mxkinnon-blog]

She tried not to think of the lack of information that had been given about his holiday. There was a time when they would have shared everything about their holidays but there were things between them that neither could say. Marlene wasn’t sure why it still surprised her. From the day she’d been sorted into Gryffindor, their friendship had changed. They’d slipped into different paths and she wasn’t sure anymore why she still wanted to cling to the middle zone and pretend that they could still talk about their lives. 

                “I’m not exactly welcomed at any of the social events anymore. My older brother stopped going years ago, it was about time that I did too.” She sighed. “He’s working in Paris now - something about international relations - so I was out there for a little while.”

The conversation stayed far from anything she wanted to say to him. It had been that way for years. Marlene wanted to ask him to give up his side, to come with her and be the friend she once had but those were words she could never say. They wouldn’t do any good even if she did. Evan wouldn’t leave for her and she wouldn’t change for him; it was all a moot point.

              “I thought about coming around a few times, but showing up uninvited didn’t seem like it would go down too well.”

[knightindarkarmor]

"I wouldn't have minded if you showed up.  I'll be happy to escort you to any social event you want to attend, just so you know," Evan said.  "I wrote to you a few times this summer but you wouldn't know that since I didn't send any letters.  I wasn't sure you wanted to hear from me.  I- I didn't know if we were still friends.  I decided to give you the opportunity to answer that question in person."  

[mxkinnon-blog]

  She smiled properly at him for the first time since they had begun talking. It had almost been a test to see if he could get through their conversation without insulting her friends and she’d been ready to walk off should he have done any differently than it had done. Maybe they could be somewhat amiable.

            “Yes. I spent far too much of the family money and spent most of my days at the Potters or with Lily and Mary’s family. I’ll leave out the details so that you don’t come out in hives, but I even managed to work the tele - tele? Tele-something anyway but you use it to talk to people.”  

            “How was your own summer?”

[knightindarkarmor]

Now that was the smile he was doing this for.  He didn't know what tele-whatever she was referring to but he didn't care, as it was obviously Muggle technology and thus, beneath his notice.

He considered his summer.  It was really more of the same and yet, not.  There were the usual parties and Pureblood get-togethers, the children of the rich and influential entertaining themselves as they were wont to do.  He couldn't tell Marlene much about that.  Most of it she knew, although this was the first year she hadn't been in attendance anywhere that he knew of.  Apparently too busy spending time in the Muggle world with her Mudblood friends.  

Some of the summer he'd spent in tutelage with his father and other older men, learning what the Muggle-lovers in charge of Hogwarts wouldn't teach them.

Another part of the summer he'd spent missing Marlene, who had once been possibly his best and truest friend.  He'd written her letters but never gotten the nerve to send them.  He wasn't sure that their friendship could be repaired.  He didn't know why he even wanted it.  Why he wanted her.  Or even what way he wanted her.

"It was good," he said, leaving his thoughts unsaid.  "I missed seeing you around."

[mxkinnon-blog]

  She smiled at him. Marlene knew she had to be cautious not to end up too involved in the friendship when she knew he believed in everything that she most detested.

            “We did.” We used to not be so different in those summers. "I spent a few days out there myself this summer, though we were rather busy. Mum and Dad stayed on longer but I went over to stay with Lily instead." 

[knightindarkarmor]

Evan was determined to be on his best behavior as Marlene had requested.  Although it went against his first response to toss out a cutting remark about her slumming with her Mudblood friends, he kept his mouth shut and a bland expression on his face.  "Did you enjoy the summer, then?"  It was all he could think to ask.  

[sxlitarius-deactivated20161023]

random quotes from books & stuff meme

“I feel like it’s November first, and I’m that discarded jack-o’-lantern whose heart and guts are splattered all over the boulevard of broken promises.”

“I swear, you are the only person I know who makes decisions based on what will provide the best material for a diary.” 

“All I really want to do today is go to the book store, drink coffee and read.” 

“I had chosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.” 

“They’re called hormones.”

“We’d have really pretty babies, huh?”

“I’ll have to act out by wearing lots of eyeliner and doing the drugs.”

“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.” 

“I just wanted…to kiss you good-bye.”

“Tell me something good about your life.”

“Don’t judge yourself by what others did to you.”

“I’m in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.”

“Smile. Nod. Say something witty before they find out what an incredible geek you are.” 

“So you try to think of someone else you’re mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.”

“Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it’s hard to turn it back on again.”

“You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.”

“Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?”

“The cure for pain is in the pain.” 

“That information is classified, I’m afraid.”

“Don’t forget. Not ever. Not for a second.”

“I am not interested in emotional fuckwittage. Goodbye.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re way out of my league.”

“You’ll NEVER understand that kind of pain.”

“The wounded recognize the wounded.”

“Thought you’d be gone by now.”

“Blood isn’t love.”

“Do your ears just block all incoming sound waves?”

“Go make love to a tube sock.”

“Is that a euphemism for penis?  Please let it not be a euphemism for penis.”

“He is a pimple on the cock of humanity.”

“I do not view other boys as threats, and I enjoy making them seem insignificant by calling them the wrong names.”

“Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home.” 

“I’m going to kill you one day.” 

“I don’t like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I’ll take it. You’ll never be able to trust me.”

“Of course I’d like to help you out. Which way did you come in?” 

“You’re mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.”

“I don’t know whether to punch you or kiss you.” 

“You’re hurt…let me help you. Please.”

“Look at this burn. It’s going to get infected.”

“It’s blood, yeah.”

“I know you’re not okay.”

“Look at me.” 

“You left me.Without a word.”

“You don’t…have to leave. Please.”

“I don’t need the feeling of completeness. I just need the feeling of not being empty.”

“Do you have a lot of sad things in your head?”

“How do I share what I’m feeling?”

“Not your [ boyfriend/girlfriend ], eh?”

“Are you not happy with me?” 

“This is love, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love their presence?” 

“I think your [ girlfriend/boyfriend ] is evil and should be destroyed.” 

“Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.”

[mxkinnon-blog]

  "You’re already spending time with me. This is time. I am here."

"No, we’ll go for a walk and talk. But you stay on best behaviour, Evan. I mean it." She shrugged and started walking slowly in the direction of the forest. "How was your summer?"

[knightindarkarmor]

Evan rolled his eyes at Marlene's sarcasm, but was prepared to argue his case.  He was surprised into silence (which could pass for best behavior, couldn't it?) when she readily agreed to a walk.

"Summer was as it recently has been," he said, meaning lonely.  "I missed you when we were on holiday.  Remember when you used to go along?  We used to have fun during the summers."

[mxkinnon-blog]

  "I’m not picking a fight." She sighed, "You want to talk about classes? Fine, we’ll talk about classes."

[knightindarkarmor]

"I don't want to fight and I don't want to talk about classes.  I just want to spend time with you."

"You know what?  We could go for a walk and not talk to one another."