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Coffee Break | Evie & Julian

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ministryevie:

Evie loved treats, particularly of the French style - in her opinion, there was nothing in London that could come close to the desserts of Paris. Taking the box from behind her, she couldn’t help but excitedly open it, her eyes sparkling when she saw the macaroon. “Jules! I’ve been thinking about these forever,” she gushed, her accent coming through from her joy, “Thank you!”

When she was asked about the boy though, Evie couldn’t help but become shy, her cheeks flushed. In all honesty, she wasn’t quite sure who he was referring to  - Neukmin, the man she’d been in love with all these years, or Dorian, who she was promised to marry. She hadn’t realised how obvious she had been about her affections all those years, and so was still under the impression that no one knew about their relations, even with her as his secretary.

“Um, well…” she started, wringing her wrists, “There isn’t much to say. D–Dorian Lee, he was a Ravenclaw. You might know about him, he was just one year above me.” She figured that discussing him would have been the safest option. “He’s a healer… he’s very nice.”

Julian listened to Evie talk with a patience that came only from years of experience being the ‘mom’ in his friend group. He pursed his lips a little, taking in what she said. Honestly, it wasn’t much. For a boy she was supposed to marry, she didn’t seem very thrilled about him.

Julian knew a lot of things. He heard things from people and made his own observations. And it was very obvious that this girl held a flame for someone other than her betrothed. 

Jules let his eyes flick to the office door and hummed softly once she was done her explanation.

“Darling, I did not spend years watching you stumble around to not know when you’re fooling yourself.” Harsh, perhaps, but Julian did not like seeing one of his favourite people suffering. “Is this healer boy not the one you are supposed to marry? Shouldn’t you be a little more excited? You talk about him as if he’s the new exchange student you’ve only met once. ‘He’s very nice.’”

[ministryevie]

Evie had never been much of a liar - she’d been taught by her Daddy that it was a horrible thing to do and that honesty was always the best quality. However, it seemed to have been all she’d done for the past year; she lied about the man she loved, she lied to her friends, to her parents and even to Dorian. It was difficult for her to keep up, the guilt heavy on her shoulders and, the moment Julian questions her, her walls broke.

She looked around, making sure that they were alone before speaking, “Is it so obvious? Should I be more excited?” Evie asked, “I mean... he is very nice, Jules, really and I’ve met him more than once. I think... well, any girl would be lucky to have him. A lot of the Hufflepuff girls had a crush on him too.” Except for her, of course - she had always been the one much more infatuated with the older twin; dark, a little sinister but, in Evie’s eyes, a good person in his heart.

Her eyes were downcast. She’d never told anyone about it aside from her best friend, Amy - and the other girl only knew because she was smart enough to know that it was nonsense for Evie to marry the other Lee brother. “My daddy is excited,” she explained, her voice small, “And I guess that it’s nice; Dorian treats me nicely and my grandmere likes their family but... I was in love, Jules. I am in love.”

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Coffee Break | Evie & Julian

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ministryevie:

Evie liked to think that plenty of Hogwarts students were nice to her, even the Slytherins who used to tease her during Potions classes, and the truth was that many were. Perhaps it was her Veela charm, or the draw of her innocence, but people were often exceptionally patient when it came to her. However, there was none other as patient as Julian.

An older student, he had taken her under his wing when she first arrived at Hogwarts; he befriended the small, easily intimidated Veela girl and tutored her in the subjects that she’d fallen behind in - which was pretty much everything. It didn’t take much for her to open up to him, the combination of their comforting French phrases and similar ancestry making her trusting personality even more potent. Though the student soon graduated and became a professor, Evie never could see him as more that he had always been to her - one of the kindest Ravenclaws she knew.

Graduated and now working in the Ministry, Evie sighed - perhaps she shouldn’t have complained about classes so much considering that work was much worse. She’d never been good with reading or documents, the mere thought of it sending her into a doze, and couldn’t help but think that she had only been hired as Neukmin’s secretary because she was pretty. To add insult to injury, she was also certain that Neukmin didn’t even find her pretty most of the time. She sighed again, flipping through a new folder about Vampire control, thinking that her day was doomed to tedium.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by a familiar voice though and, as she gazed up, the smile on her lips slowly grew. That familiar blonde hair, pretty eyes and elegant manner; she had missed him. “Jules!” she exclaimed, standing from her seat, “I mean… Professor Yoon? Jules?” She had had to make the difficult change of calling him by a formal name while she was a student but, now that she was a graduate, it seemed natural to call her friend by his normal greeting again.

“What are you doing here?” she smiled, going over to give the man a hug, “If you’re here to see Neukmin, I’ve afraid he’s not in. Held up somewhere, I suppose.” He was most likely hung over and at home, really, but it didn’t seem right to divulge that to anyone.

Julian’s face lit up at Evie’s reaction. He was practically vibrating with excitement. He loved this girl more than he would care to admit and seeing her happy gave him a joy he rarely got. 

“Jules is fine, darling, I’m not your teacher any more,” he said as he wrapped her in a tight hug, lifting her off her feet a little before putting her back down and pulling back enough to look at her face.

“I’m here to see you of course!” he said with a smile. “I had business in London so I figured I would pop in and say hello. How have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever.”

He was normally very eloquent, but when it came to his friends, he usually talked so quickly he couldn’t be understood over his accent. “I brought you a present!” he said when he remembered the small box on her desk. “I know how much you liked my baking last year.” 

He reached over and snagged the little box, holding it up in front of his face. He peeked over the top of the box and switched naturally to French, whispering. “Now, tell me everything about this boy.”

[ministryevie]

Evie loved treats, particularly of the French style - in her opinion, there was nothing in London that could come close to the desserts of Paris. Taking the box from behind her, she couldn’t help but excitedly open it, her eyes sparkling when she saw the macaroon. “Jules! I’ve been thinking about these forever,” she gushed, her accent coming through from her joy, “Thank you!”

When she was asked about the boy though, Evie couldn’t help but become shy, her cheeks flushed. In all honesty, she wasn’t quite sure who he was referring to  - Neukmin, the man she’d been in love with all these years, or Dorian, who she was promised to marry. She hadn’t realised how obvious she had been about her affections all those years, and so was still under the impression that no one knew about their relations, even with her as his secretary.

“Um, well...” she started, wringing her wrists, “There isn’t much to say. D–Dorian Lee, he was a Ravenclaw. You might know about him, he was just one year above me.” She figured that discussing him would have been the safest option. “He’s a healer... he’s very nice.”

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Santa’s Eve | Neukvie

Evie had been shuffling around Dorian’s apartment (sorry, their apartment) all day, an extra glimmer in her eyes and excitement in everything she did. Of course, it was Christmas Eve and, as tradition said, she would be cooking and waiting up for Santa that night. By sunset, dinner was laid out on the table and a batch of freshly made cookies were being taken out of the oven - both of the brothers would be dining together that night and she wanted things to be perfect.

With her long blonde hair styled in curls and her make up perfect, she looked every bit the potential housewife - including the puffy blue dress. Hearing the front door open and with Bao Bao rushing out to greet who he expected to be Dorian, Evie followed too. 

“You’re home.”

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Coffee Break | Evie & Julian

@ministryevie

It wasn’t often that Julian was out of the school during the semester. He happily spent all of his time in the castle and surrounding grounds–the farthest away he ventured normally was Hogsmead. Today, however, was a little different than normal. He’d been sent to London by Headmaster Yoo with the task of collecting supplies for a firework show over the Holidays. 

Jules was happy to assist. He had the whole day to get the job done, which pretty much guaranteed him some free time. He looked around the crowded muggle streets just about a block away from the Leaky Cauldron. He tilted his head to the side as he contemplated his options. The shops would be open late tonight since it was a Saturday and it was still early morning. He had planned on shopping first, but he was too eager to wait too long. He tucked a piece of silvery hair that had slipped loose of his braid behind his ear and nodded to himself.

Stepping into a small alley between two shops, he apparated. As he steeped forward again, this time in a new location, he felt a little bubble of excitement. He was going to pay a friend a little visit. He stepped into the red telephone booth and deposited his change, following the instructions that followed. Before he knew it he was walking through the main entrance to the Ministry of Magic, name tag pinned neatly to his robes. 

It had gotten cold recently and he rubbed his hands together before slipping off the grey wool gloves he’d been wearing. He tucked them into his pocket before putting away his matching earmuffs. He wouldn’t need them in here. 

It had been a while since he had been here, but he knew his way around pretty well. He made his way through halls and into the elevators, riding to the correct floor and slipping between hurrying employees with a gentle confidence. He stopped in front of the sign on the wall just to make sure he was in the right place before stepping into the Beast Department’s main office. 

Jules smiled warmly to himself when he saw the pretty blond witch sitting behind the desk, looking very boredly at her paperwork. He walked quietly up to the desk, trying not to give away the surprise. He pulled a small box from his pocket that held a single French macaroon, something he had always been good at making, and placed it on the desk in front of one of his very favourite ex students. 

“Good morning, Evie dear.”

[ministryevie]

Evie liked to think that plenty of Hogwarts students were nice to her, even the Slytherins who used to tease her during Potions classes, and the truth was that many were. Perhaps it was her Veela charm, or the draw of her innocence, but people were often exceptionally patient when it came to her. However, there was none other as patient as Julian.

An older student, he had taken her under his wing when she first arrived at Hogwarts; he befriended the small, easily intimidated Veela girl and tutored her in the subjects that she’d fallen behind in - which was pretty much everything. It didn’t take much for her to open up to him, the combination of their comforting French phrases and similar ancestry making her trusting personality even more potent. Though the student soon graduated and became a professor, Evie never could see him as more that he had always been to her - one of the kindest Ravenclaws she knew.

Graduated and now working in the Ministry, Evie sighed - perhaps she shouldn’t have complained about classes so much considering that work was much worse. She’d never been good with reading or documents, the mere thought of it sending her into a doze, and couldn’t help but think that she had only been hired as Neukmin’s secretary because she was pretty. To add insult to injury, she was also certain that Neukmin didn’t even find her pretty most of the time. She sighed again, flipping through a new folder about Vampire control, thinking that her day was doomed to tedium.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by a familiar voice though and, as she gazed up, the smile on her lips slowly grew. That familiar blonde hair, pretty eyes and elegant manner; she had missed him. “Jules!” she exclaimed, standing from her seat, “I mean... Professor Yoon? Jules?” She had had to make the difficult change of calling him by a formal name while she was a student but, now that she was a graduate, it seemed natural to call her friend by his normal greeting again.

“What are you doing here?” she smiled, going over to give the man a hug, “If you’re here to see Neukmin, I’ve afraid he’s not in. Held up somewhere, I suppose.” He was most likely hung over and at home, really, but it didn’t seem right to divulge that to anyone.

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Fear | Evie & Dorian

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healerdorian:

Dorian’s body trembled. Repetitions of the infirmary’s bloody scene consumed his thoughts. He knew he had to come to his senses, take charge and ensure Evie was kept safe—but the selfless heroism he had so loved to read about over the years did not come easy. Dorian was shamefully scared. Internally battling his own self loathing and cowardice against the pressure put upon him to take charge. 

Slowly Dorian lifted his head with a sniff and held Evie’s hand. After a few minutes his expression dropped and lips straightened when he met her gaze. “We, need to get out of here but first—” He said, his tone almost robotic in it’s dullness as he forced himself onto his feet. “We need to find a radio.” Dorian said, pulling back drawers and opening cupboards to search for one. “D—do you know where my brother kept it? All Ministry officers are supposed to have one in case of….” he paused, inhaling a shaking breath, “emergency.”  

His presence did bring her some comfort, but the fear in her lingered. It was hard to be calm with the sounds outside, feeling as though another war was upon them. Evie didn’t go through the war, of course, but the stories her Daddy told her were terrifying enough. “I–I don’t know,” she responded, swallowing hard, “I’m usually outside, I don’t come in here all the time.” That was a lie; she did, though she was often too busy in a dazed lip lock to ask about a ministry radio,

With another hard thump against the door, Evie squeaked, rushing over to help Dorian in his search. She didn’t know what was happening, only that it was bad. “It’s here,” she breathed, finding the device buried inside one of the drawers, “What do we do? What’s–What’s going on, Dorian?” She wanted to ask where Neukmin was, to make sure that he was safe, but it didn’t seem the right time. Even Bao Bao was feeling nervous, his tail drooped and paws clinging to Evie’s shoulder.

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Fear | Evie & Dorian

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She could only watch him in utter confusion, still afraid he might have been injured regardless of his capable movements. Taking his hand, Evie followed him closely, glancing down at Bao Bao to make sure he wasn’t scared. Instead, the puppy seemed to be more concerned about her; nuzzling her arm as if to say Don’t be scared, mummy, I’ll protect you too.

“What’s happening?” she asked again, her voice dropping to a whisper, “A–Are the students sick? Did they have a fight?” Never could she have imagined the severity of the situation outside. She squeezed his hand, trying to get his attention with a look of desperation in her eyes. “D–Dorian, please,” she asked, “I’m scared. I don’t know what’s going on. Why did I have to stay in here? N–Neukmin didn’t come to work either.”

Could it have been another Wizarding War? Or perhaps an incident with the rebellion that she hadn’t been notified about. To think that they had been so simply celebrating the upcoming Halloween. She bit her lower lip. “Dorian, you’re covered in blood,” she trembled, “Why?”

Huddled into the corner, Dorian stared at the red stains on his white hands. It all felt too sudden to be real. He shut his eyes tightly and counted to three under his breath before opening them again, only to find himself stuck in the same reality. With a hitched breath, he struggled to pull off his gloves—resorting to pulling at them frantically until they snapped apart. 

The warmth of Evie’s hand distracted him from his thoughts. He glanced back at her, feeling water flood the bottom of his eyelids. “S—something terrible has h—happened…” Dorian managed to stutter, his eyes fixing on the door at the sound of scratches against the wood. “I don’t—I don’t…” He shook his head, unable to process the magnitude of what was happening—the screams, the blood the sheer horror of it all was exhausting to manifest. 

“Everybody’s dead Evie…” Dorian met her gaze in a sob, the weight of his guilt finally surfacing. He buried his head into his knees to muffle his cries. “Everybody’s dead and there’s…there’s nothing I can do…” 

[ministryevie]

She shook her head. It made no sense. "W-What do you mean everyone dead? They're just sick. The matron... The matron can fix-" She didn't want to accept it; Hogwarts was a safe place, one protected by the headmaster and a dozen powerful enchantments. Her hold on Bao Bao tightened, enough for the puppy to whine, though he didn't struggle too much - he was clever, he knew that something was wrong.

"Dorian..." her voice trembled, shaking her head, "It's a joke, right? J-Just another trick that Neukmin is playing on me." Perhaps it was like the last time he'd kidnapped her, terrified her into submission - though, this time, he had somehow gotten his younger brother to join in. "I-I'm scared already, you can stop now-"

There was a sudden thump against the door and Evie gasped, immediately falling down beside Dorian. Her arm automatically wrapped around his and she clung to him, her face hiding against his shoulder. She didn't want to look. "W-What's that?" she stammered, tears falling down her usually pretty cheeks, "Dorian, what's happening? I'm scared... I'm really scared now. Make it stop. Please."

[ministryevie]

Fear | Evie & Dorian

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Dorian stood by the door, staring back at her. His chest heaved, like an out of shape middle-aged man after an hour of cardio. A mental image of the Matron’s eyes bleeding in front of him was burned into his memory, fading out the noises of the real world—but Evie’s sudden movements flinched him awake from his visions. 

He took a step back, his body shuddering in short waves. The office seemed safe—unbreeched and Evie, clean enough to suggest she’d trusted him enough to stay. He ran over to the nearest cupboard and started dragging it across the floor towards the door between heaves and grunts until blocked the exit. 

“That…that should keep us safe for n—now…” He stuttered, pulling off his surgical mask. “We need…” He looked around, making sure there were no other possible signs of entry—opening the window to look down at the empty school grounds and the still black lake. “We need to be…” groans approaching the door outside  interrupted, “…very q—quiet,” Dorian whispered. A shaky hand reached out and grabbed Evie’s, moving her away from the door and further into his brother’s office with a low shh. 

[ministryevie]

She could only watch him in utter confusion, still afraid he might have been injured regardless of his capable movements. Taking his hand, Evie followed him closely, glancing down at Bao Bao to make sure he wasn’t scared. Instead, the puppy seemed to be more concerned about her; nuzzling her arm as if to say Don’t be scared, mummy, I’ll protect you too.

“What’s happening?” she asked again, her voice dropping to a whisper, “A–Are the students sick? Did they have a fight?” Never could she have imagined the severity of the situation outside. She squeezed his hand, trying to get his attention with a look of desperation in her eyes. “D–Dorian, please,” she asked, “I’m scared. I don’t know what’s going on. Why did I have to stay in here? N–Neukmin didn’t come to work either.”

Could it have been another Wizarding War? Or perhaps an incident with the rebellion that she hadn’t been notified about. To think that they had been so simply celebrating the upcoming Halloween. She bit her lower lip. “Dorian, you’re covered in blood,” she trembled, “Why?”

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Fear | Evie & Dorian

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“Evie!” Dorian pounded on the door erratically. “It’s Dorian.” His breath hitched, voice coarse and strained. The guttering moans echoed down the hallway behind him. “Let me in!” 

Things had gone from bad to worse in a matter of hours. Students who so much as coughed were being dragged off kicking and screaming to the castle dungeons. Isolation, the head master said, was a necessary precaution. But Dorian knew that what they were dealing with was more than a simple case of muggle-cooties. A uneasy feeling had burrowed its way into the pit of his stomach over the course of that morning. 

Within the first few hours of students piling into the infirmary, three had died before they could be diagnosed and isolated. White curtains swiftly shut to hide blood stained sheets on empty beds. Bodies were wheeled out the back on gurneys by Ministry officials before the deceased’s parents could even be informed. The virus spread. One by one, healers joined the infected in the dungeons. A student took a chunk out of the Matron’s hand. Teeth ripped into flesh. An hour later her eyes weeped red from their sockets. The head master collapsed. He couldn’t be saved. Auror’s began crucioing students on sight in an attempt to hold them back—they didn’t stand a chance. 

“EVIE!” Dorian yelled, slamming his fist against the wood so hard that it bled. “Evie. Please.” His hands pressed against the door in defeat, hoping, praying that she was still safe inside. 

[ministryevie]

She gasped, rushing immediately to the door when she heard Dorian’s voice. Perhaps he could give her some sort of explanation – why where they locked away? And, the thought brought a sinking feeling of dread in her chest, could this have been the reason Neukmin hadn’t come to work? Perhaps he was hurt?

Still holding onto Bao Bao, her hand reached for her wand but she hesitated for a moment. Dorian had told her not to open the door for anyone, not even the head master, and she wasn’t sure if he was included in that group. When he spoke again though, his voice desperate and pleading, Evie didn’t need an answer. Alohomora.

The door swung open and Evie immediately pulled Dorian inside, shutting it behind her. Without realising it, tears of fright had welled in her eyes and she was clinging onto the puppy like an anchor. “Dorian,” she said, her voice small and shaking, “W–What’s happening? You told me to stay inside so–” It took a moment for her to properly register his appearance; his white uniform was stained red, his hair, his face. 

Evie gasped. Her hand reached out to touch him, checking him over as if she expected Dorian to fall apart at any moment. “What happened? Are you hurt? Are you okay?” she was panicking, afraid that Dorian might really die in her arms, “T–There’s so much blood. We need the Matron. We need–”

[ministryevie]

Fear | Evie & Dorian

It was supposed to be a fairly average day at work, except for the addition of Bao Bao snuggled up under her desk. The puppy wasn’t used to being home alone so had been spending many of his days huddled under the blankets and whimpering until Evie returned home. Feeling so sorry for her baby, she decided to bring him along to the school, along with a few snacks. She hoped that Neukmin wouldn’t be so bothered.

And he wasn’t. In fact, he had yet to even show up for work, though she hadn’t much time to consider it; not since Dorian’s call. Afraid, though confused by what was happening, Evie quickly locked up the office with a flick of her wand. She bundled up Bao Bao against her chest and hid herself in Neukmin’s office, under his desk.

She was scared, but she didn’t know of what.

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OOC

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Aftercare | Evie & Neuk

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Evie had the notorious talent of making stressful situations more infuriating to deal with by asking stupid questions. “Shh.” Neukmin spat, giving his brother another couple of slaps on his cheek between groans and hurls. “He took my fucking drugs Evie—all of them. Fucking idiot.” Dorian should have known better. He was supposed to be the smart one, the sensible one—the dependable brother who never got into any trouble. One more time he forced his brother to be sick, not satisfied with the murky contents floating in his toilet. Dorian’s body threw itself forward as he hurled and Neukmin gripped him tightly, making sure he didn’t whack his head on the toilet bowl in his deluded state. “If you didn’t find him, he’d be dead by now…” Neukmin said, his tone nonchalant but stern as he tapped his brother’s cheeks—garnering a longer groan from Dorian. “What the fuck were you thinking.” He hissed at his brother through gritted teeth. 

[ministryevie]

“A–All?” she stammered, “Was there a lot?” As soon as she asked, she realised that the answer was clear – yes. Evie couldn’t fathom what would have caused him to do it. It wasn’t as though Dorian could had mistaken them for candy or powdered sugar, he was much more clever than she was, and he had always been the upright, good boy sort. He wouldn’t have usually taken them, she hoped.

When she hurled a second time, Evie winced, turning her face away. The smell and sight was enough to make her want to be sick, and that wasn’t a pretty side of her that she wanted anyone to see. “It must have been an accident...” Evie frowned, quietly rubbing his back, “Is he going to be okay then? I–It would be terrible if something bad happened to him.” Truthfully, there was a part of her that had a feeling that it was her fault that all of this had happened to Dorian. He was a good person, but he’d been so hurt and upset that day, only for her to leave him before he was even healed.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled quietly, unsure if Dorian could hear her, “I’ll make sure you get better... It’s okay, Dorie...”

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뷰티쁠 9월호 태연

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Aftercare | Evie & Neuk

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Neukmin dragged Dorian into the bathroom and sat him upright by the toilet. “Hold his shoulders.” He grabbed Evie’s hand and placed it on his brother’s shoulder. “Tightly. Don’t let go—when he throws up, I need you to help me hold him steady. Make sure his head doesn’t fall back. Unless you want to see him choke.” Neukmin scoffed. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad after all, but he didn’t want to risk another trip to Azkaban over an accidental death. Neukmin let out a sigh, knowing if his brother didn’t throw up voluntarily he’d had to force it. Shit. He lifted up the toilet seat and rolled up his sleeves. It wasn’t the first time he’d dealt with an overdose but he’d never expected Dorian to be added to the list of fools he’d seen sniff more than they could handle. 

“Right. Hold him steady.” Neukmin repeated, holding his brother’s head upright as he slowly stuck two fingers down his throat. Neukmin’s lips twisted in disgust and he briefly looked away, waiting until Dorian let out a grotesque gagging noise before snatching his fingers away—now covered in small chunks of whatever his brother had scoffed down that day. Dorian’s head fell forward and he started vomiting, half conscious into the toilet. “Hold him. Hold him.” Neukmin snapped, rushing to the sink to wash off his brother’s vomit from his fingers before return to help hold him upright. 

[ministryevie]

Evie had no idea what was happening but, for the sake of Dorian’s life, did as she was told. Her small hands held onto his shoulders but, as soon as she realised what Neukmin was going to do, she turned her face away – oh goodness! She didn’t understand what was the purpose of making him sick, but didn’t believe that Neukmin would do anything to harm his brother; not lethally. “It’s alright, Dorie,” Evie hushed in her sweetest, softest voice, still holding him firmly, “Y–You’re going to be okay.”

Was he, though?”

“Neukmin, what’s wrong with him?” she asked again, brows furrowed as she turned her gaze upwards. Any cheerful thought of marshmallows and a night under the blankets had been cast away. The day had been tiring, and it seemed that her evening would be even more so. “He’s sick,” she frowned, pushing Dorian’s fringe back, “Did he eat something bad?” Her innocence made her foolish at times, even Amy told her so, but Evie only ever wanted to help.

She winced. Truthfully, the stench was horrible but she doubted that it was any better than things Dorian had to see day in and out. 

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Aftercare | Evie & Neuk

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A months worth of wizarding drugs were missing and a faint white trail led back into the living room. “What?” Neukmin yelled through gritted teeth. He had one concern on his mind and it wasn’t her until she screamed his brother’s name. Dorian? Shit. Neukmin rushed back into the living room and sure enough there it was, his brother’s body—stiff and on his back with dried white foam around his mouth. Shit. Shit. Of all the places the little bastard had to die it was in his house. “Move.” Neukmin shoved Evie out of the way and dropped to the floor, pressing an ear close to his brother’s mouth. He was still breathing but only just. Empty packets were scattered around him and the lit fireplace smelt of burnt weed. 

“Shit—the bastard took it all.” Neukmin said, checking his brother’s pulse. It faint like his breathing. “Wake up.” Neukmin slapped his brother’s cheek. “Wake up you bastard!” He scoffed, slapping harder. “Idiot.” Dorian groaned but wouldn’t wake. “Open the bathroom door.” He ordered Evie and stood behind his brother, hooking his arms under Dorian’s armpits to drag him inside. 

[ministryevie]

Evie fell to the floor, knocking her shoulder against the overturned desk with a yelp, but she didn’t stop to think about the ache. Much like Neukmin, she rushed to Dorian’s side, wanting to help but unsure of what she could do – a part of her wondered if he was already dead. Her hands trembling, jumping a little when he was slapped. “Neukmin, what’s wrong with– okay!” Evie quickly rushed back to her feet, shoving the bathroom door open. Even that was a mess; she doubted an inch of Neukmin’s place hadn’t been trashed.

“Is he okay?” she asked in a small voice, helping to push the mess aside so that Neukmin could bring him in, “W–What happened? Did someone attack him?” Evie had very little knowledge about illicit drugs, only that Neukmin liked to dabble when he shouldn’t, and would never have thought that Dorian might have taken them. In her mind, he must have been hit, or worse, cursed. She bit her lower lip, afraid of what might happen. “I–Is Dorian going to be okay?”

[ministryevie]

Aftercare | Evie & Neuk

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“Evie.” Neukmin scolded through gritted teeth, pulling her by the wrist. “I told you to stay in the fucking car.” Why didn’t she ever do as she was told? Nuisance. Neukmin muttered under his breath. If someone jumped them, it would be her fault. “Stay close and shut up.” He grumbled, releasing his grip before taking another careful step forward. Glass crinkled under his shoe where bottles of his liquor had been thrown to the floor, the liquid staining his wooden floor a darker shade. That little fucker. Neukmin wondered how much of his alcohol had survived the break in, if any at all. He carefully opened the bedroom door, peering inside before he entered. Shit. The bedroom was more of a mess than the living room, with drawers emptied on the floor, open cupboards and torn pillows. Nothing appeared to be noticeably missing until Neukmin checked under his bed. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The secret hatch beneath had been emptied of his drug stash, leaving behind only the remnants of paper wraps and white powder. 

[ministryevie]

A small pout formed on her lips. She had only wanted to help, worried that something dire might happen to Neukmin while she was hiding away. “I was scared someone would hurt you,” she mumbled, looking much like a child who had been scolded for disobeying, “I wanted to help...” Though admittedly a slow learner and an average witch at best, Evie was protective of the people she loved and wouldn’t hesitate to dive in head first for Neukmin – what ever the situation was.

Following closely behind her, Evie took care to lighten her steps, hoping that her clusimer side didn’t come through. Eyes widening at the sight of his room, she was startled – a burglar was her first assumption, or a wild animal, but nothing seemed as bad as when she noticed a foot sticking out from behind his sofa. “Neuk–!” she gasped, immediately rushing over in what was probably not her brightest move, “Someone’s dead – Dorian!” Evie jumped with a scream, terror in her eyes, “No, no, no!”