evan’s breaths came in short huffs. her boots thumping an irregular beat against the tiles of the ministry’s main hall, she was closer to careening than strolling through the relatively thin, late-morning crowd. it wasn’t the latest she’d ever been, but it was still late. not that her unconcerned expression gave that away. the edges of her vision were hazy and she’d found shades to shove over her eyes, a poor disguise for the slow recovery from the night before. finally finding an elevator she had assumed empty, she ducked inside only to be disappointed. head down, her lips slowly split into a smile. she managed a greeting, mocking salute, and sip of her coffee ❝ y’think a dungbomb in the office will distract enough from my grand entrance ? ❞ she was joking, mostly, her headache making her feel particularly childish, a chuckle soft in her throat as she finally glanced up at her fellow elevator passenger.
Atlas sighed, happily for a second, finally someone with actual taste walking into the bar. If he had to make a Hag’s Hooch one more time he was gonna throw himself in front of an Avada himself. He watched the woman fold herself like origami into the chair, lounging and she looked vaguely familiar. Atlas narrowed his grey eyes before leaning forward. “Sure ya can buy me one Rosier,” he cleaned up a glass, “’m off whenever Max stops acting like I dunno know he tugs one off behind the bar before his shift. Been a minute, hows the Death Eaters treatin’ ya, sweetness.”
shifting forward, evan tapped a nail over the bar’s wood, stifling her surprise he’d agreed by taking a long sip from her drink. it was a good moment for subtle observation, gaze blinking over the rim as he cleaned, ❝ well maybe if you helped him, you’d get out of here sooner. ❞ her teeth sharp as her lips lifted in a teasing smirk, mostly joking. she didn’t correct him of her supposed sweetness, as he would soon figure out she was far closer on the spectrum to a pain in the ass. while normally carrying an ill-disguised disregard for most rules, she did glance around at his casual name dropping. spine straightening and shifting to disguise discomfort. there was a hide she was very interested in protecting, after all. the place suitably empty, she could manage a chuckle and slight shrug, ❝ . . . i’m not dead yet. ❞
Had it been anyone else Charity might’ve been annoyed with how deftly they handled her hovering self, she might’ve protested and whined or gotten defensive with a person who was far too easy with her. Her lips quirked into a smile as the other woman brushed her shoulders and coat, the slightest amount of affection Evan could offer and bask in it for a second. But still, she pouted, flushing as Evan teased her and she was half a mind to pull away. But didn’t– she never did when it came to this girl – and dutifully followed the woman out of the tight alley corner.
“’m’ not lost,” yeah there was a whine in her voice sue her, “I just was taking a bit of a shortcut and got a little startled is all,” Charity eyed the front of the bar, it looked like a place Evan could be found in– dark, candlelit with a bouncer she would swear is half-giant by his height.
“I’d ask what you’re doing out so late, except I know you’ve been drinking, and I know you’re a damn troublemaker.” she didn’t make a move to break Evan’s soft grip on her wrist, she didn’t make a move to turn around. So instead Charity tugged an edge of her coat around her shoulders, sidled a little closer to Evan and hummed contently under her breath. “Been a while Evie, how have you been darling?” the pet name and soft-spoken words fell easily and with comfort from her smiling lips.
despite slating a glance in the other’s direction at the slight whinge in her tone, or perhaps by the soft touch of a shoulder bumping her side. either way evan seemed unmoved. her cheeks smooth, her brow missing a condescending lilt. it was an unreadable sort of expression and her gaze seemed to drift absolutely anywhere else. ❝ startled by little ol’ me ? ❞ she asked, sounding almost hopeful. it would be the last thing she needed, to be ‘expected’ someplace. although her current target destination certainly ranked up there. for every inch evan belonged, charity did not. a fact the witch conveniently ignored, along with the stare and wink of the bouncer as they passed.
❝ “shortcuts.” “wrong turns.” what’s that muggle story ? about the red hoods and family of bears ? how very lucky for you i was passing through. haven’t you learned by now, charity ? i am an upstanding citizen. the pinnacle of refinement. ❞ she tapped her cheek with a long finger, her shoulder rising to meet her chin. a short, barking laugh and flutter of eyelashes giving away her view on the ridiculous idea. there were no honest answers about her well-being, no sweet reward for charity’s well-meaning prying. charity wouldn’t like them anyways. instead, she released the woman’s wrist and ducked ahead to the bar with the expectation that the blonde would follow. while she hadn’t resisted thus far, and evan was certainly not going to admit to any fears charity wouldn’t, her earlier tugging and dragging had betrayed . . . urgency.
their service was very near instantaneous, minimal yelling required. a simple, if nice perk of a pretty face in a grimy place, forget two. with a cold glass finally in her hand, evan’s ceaseless movements had stalled long enough for her to lean against the bar and drag her attention towards the sun. blinding as it was. merlin, how many had she had now. ❝ it’s not even poisoned, ❞ her lips lifted in a smirk as she nodded toward’s char’s beer and brought her own up for a sip. ❝ ---m’not so troublesome, after all. mm? ❞
In Charity’s quiet opinion, there was nothing quite like Diagon Alley at night, when only the light of the bars and late night cafes were open, when the hustle and bustle died down enough for her to actually think as she walked the cobblestone streets and dipped through alleys to find another place for her to continue her walk. Nightmares plagued her in her early sleep, breaking only for her gasping screams and trembling fingers as a Dark Mark loomed above her childhood home and her mind was transferred back to that early morning. Perhaps that’s why she disliked mornings, they were tainted now with bloody hands and open identical unseeing blue eyes. So here she was, prowling the dimly lit streets, trying to take her mind off of things and thinking about ducking into a pub to get lost in a few ales and dance a jig or two. As she turned a corner, a figure smashed into her shoulder and she yelped, boots slipping on the sludgy snow. The other person made a sharp noise as the blonde went careening to the ground, within the half second her eyes saw the pavement she threw her hands out, as if to catch herself.
She blinked once, twice.
“Levo!” her voice rang like a bell, startling even herself by the force of the cry, and just as her nose was about to hit the cobblestone she went weightless, hovering and her eyes flickered to the person above her and she offered them a lopsided grin. “Hey, nice night we’re having right?” she let out a little breathless laugh.
there was no immediate answer from the tall and imposing shadowy figure, back lit by the neon signs of shady establishments, standing over charity's hovering form. in the silent pause, there was only the soft shuffle of robes, they sway of someone already a few drinks in, of a hand reaching for the back of the woman’s coat, and with a sharp jerk evan was dragging charity to an upright position. a brief moment of regretful recognition turned into a sharp gaze while giving the familiar blonde a once over, judgement lingering over the brightness of her cheeks. silly girl. what an odd time for the sun to choose to come out.
❝ . . . now it is. ❞ and her serious expression broke, unruly mischief saturating her cheshire grin. perhaps even a glimmer of something genuine, although that could’ve been a trick of the light. it was rather dim. in the interim, evan choose to dust off non-existent grime from the other’s shoulders, as near an apology as she was able. her gaze sliding to the deceptively empty street, to potential eyes tucked away in dark corners, although she supposed, those days were drawing to a shuddering and disappointing close. ❝ not that it’s any of my business, ❞ her lip twitched upwards at the untrue words, and evan returned her full roguish attention to charity, destruction on the tip of her tongue. ❝ but you look a little lost, sunshine. ❞ without waiting for an answer to this, evan glanced toward’s the nearest bar’s entrance, lithe fingers closing over a delicate wrist. she pulled charity in its direction.
It had been about a week since Zinnia’s apartment had been broken into. She had immediately gone to the Ministry to report not only the break in and destruction of her belongings, but her missing Russian Blue as well. It hadn’t felt like home since. She hadn’t felt safe since. So, even despite the dreary, borderline freezing weather, Zinnia found herself on the street of Hogsmeade, handing out missing posters. On the front was the photo of a cat, staring lovingly up at the camera. Above “MISSING” was printed and below was “PIPER”, the creatures name. Zinnia passed the papers out to anyone who would even look at her. When someone paused just long enough, Zinnia begged, “Have you seen her? Do you know who may have taken her?”
jerked to a stop by insistent pleas, evan blinked under the wide gaze of the blonde. the question finally filtering through her mid-afternoon stroll daze. her return to reality taking just a few seconds too long. ❝ . . . ---know them personally? well that seems doubtful, doesn’t it? ❞ her smirk backed up with a soft snort, evan nevertheless took the offered page, a cat and name splashed across it but more attention given to observing the wraith-like thing in front of her. raising a brow and her lips inappropriately curled up in a smile, evan waved the flyer with a two fingered grip, wrist lazy and observation sharp. ❝ it’s a bit cold to be doing this. ❞
Standing just outside the entrance to Knockturn Alley Sebastian was attempting to clean the dirt from the bottom of his coat. He hated having to deal with the scum that lingered in that particular alley. The lowest of the low was down there and they were so stupidly desperate they tended to attempt to fight back. Sebastian could find it amusing, to an extent. But when it lands him with dirt on a rather expensive piece of clothing he wasn’t playing anymore. He would have to apologise to the Dark Lord for killing the traitor instead of getting information from him. But, in his defence, he knew the coward wouldn’t talk. So really he just saved himself some time.
“Can I help you with something?” Sebastian asked suddenly once he was done cleaning his coat and looked up at the person he could feel looking at him. “Or is me cleaning my clothes just too fascinating not to watch?”
the scum had followed him out, or simply a familiar face sending her on the impulse to follow for the last few streets. evan stepped from the dingy alley at his acknowledgement, glancing at some dirt on her own sleeve blankly. she hadn’t even noticed until his own fussing. ❝ you missed a spot. ❞ she offered unhelpfully ( seeing as he had not, in fact, missed anything ), flicking back a thick tendril of hair at the tone and yet her expression betraying no surprise. some of these death eaters could make anyone look shabby. a spark of a smile finding her and her chin rising, evan stalked around him. ❝ coming or going, you’re blocking the way, mul. ❞
“ Did a dementor suck the joy out of you or are you usually this boring? “ Rabastan teased his companion as his lips turned upwards into a small smirk. He was feeling bored which meant something bad was about to happen.
shaking herself horribly at the accusation of ‘boring’ , the glare she leveled him was vitriol. ❝ m’only practicing my impression of you. ❞ she was quick to return rabastan’s mocking tone and all too ready for a distraction, legs restless as she moved to stand. driven by some of her own flash of boredom. when she turned on him, gaze expectant, the wave of her hand violently impatient with the clear implication of drinks, of some fun. ❝ ---else one more whinge out of you and i’ll be begging for an ‘avada’ ❞
He wiped down the glasses, carefully setting them down again, watching the door out of the corner of his eye. It was early in the day, his shift today the morning clean and he was waiting for the other guy to step from the back. While Morgana’s Hall wasn’t as popular as the Leaky Cauldron, the patronage was much more laid back and avoided much of the foot traffic due to being close to Knockturn Alley. He sighed as the door opened, Max wasn’t out from the back so he had to deal with it. Atlas leaned against the bar, “What can I do ya for?”
❝ … — beer, something stout. ❞ evan answered, barely glancing at the empty line of seats as she plopped into one or acknowledging the early hour. all limbs, evan folded herself comfortably, fingers thumbing through the stack of coasters nearest her. hands, and therefore, her attention, comletely absorbed in the task. it would not really have been so surprising for her to come in for a drink. perfectly normal, in fact. ❝ your shift about over ? i’ll buy you one. ❞ it would’ve been a nice offer, if she didn’t half suspect he’d refuse. finally she looked up at him and the cold glass as she patted the seat beside her, but remained unable to fight off a small barking laugh at his expense.
“I’m afraid that I can only spare a moment.” But, busy or not he would always stop for anyone who called his attention. Make eye contact for a silently counted few seconds at least. Show a calculated amount of interest and compassion and push disgust for those beneath him (and who aside from a select few even among his so called allies and peers wasn’t beneath him?) down deep inside. “I have a funeral today, a former client of the firm. It’s only right I pay my respects, assure the widow I fired the employee in charge of her husband’s account.”
❝ &&. what if miss widow wants to fire the one who hired him in the first place ? ❞
—— a slow smile building in the corner of her lips at his expense, teeth too sharp to be anything but teasing. his plans were perhaps some of the most dreadful she’d ever had the misfortune of hearing. already they were floating out the other ear.
❝ what good ever came of being decent. ❞ the question rhetorical, evan raised mocking brows at his very great and, apparently, burdensome duties. however, she abandoned the expression quickly, in a rare moment of deference. . . . perhaps there were some people even she could respect. ❝ maybe i’ll crash the party. save you the trouble. ❞
“Aurors,” Anastasia spat indignantly, harassing no one in particular after taking a very heavy swig of Firewhiskey. It was a new low for her to be found drinking unrefined alcohol at the bar in The Leaky Cauldron, of all places, but she needed the liquid courage to relieve the stress of today’s events. “They think they know better just because they’re the elite. Some of them don’t even know where the other end of their bloody wands are. You’re back up, that’s what Hit Witches are, one nutter said. I’ll back up the end of my wand up his arse so I can do him one in. What was even the point of calling us there if they’ve got it all “handled”?”
guilty of only half listening, she stalled mid-sip to eye her coworker and the bold drink of choice nestled in dainty claws. her own hand curled over her pint as she shifted. smile bright and brief mischief sparking in her gaze, as if daring the other woman to argue. ❝ next time, you outta do precisely what you want. fuck ‘em, you know? prove ‘em wrong. force him to listen. ❞ smiling, there seemed to be something bloody in her words. proving, perhaps, she had been listening. she offered the not-so-sage bit of advice with a lift of brow while dragging a bowl of salted nuts nearer their place at the bar. she picked through the cashews, tone once again casual, ❝ that’s the only way you get anything you really want. doing something. ❞
“ Oh, shit– “ Marlene exclaimed, as she not-so-discreetly tried to avoid the guy who just walked into the room. Turning to the person next to her, she gestured them to keep quiet as she took cover. “ See that guy over there? Could you please send him away if he comes this way? I accidentally got into a relationship with him last night and I don’t know how to get out of it. “
evan watched the girl’s shift, lips twitching with bemusement as beer bottle met her mouth. ❝ tragic. ❞ the word and tone clashing enough to make her intention unclear, she made no promises just yet. although her attention was now on the amusing plight, long nails tapping against the glass of her drink.. ❝ i’ve always found a simple ‘fuck off’ does wonders, sweets. really sets the heart aflutter. but i’ll steal that honor from you. no problem. ... it’ll be like a small favor. ❞
( ZENDAYA, 22, SHE/HER ), have you seen ( EVAN ROSIER )? SHE is working as a ( HIT WIZARD ) who, rumour has it, is also ( A DEATH EATER ) but don’t tell anyone. Some people say they can be ( VIVACIOUS ) and ( HUMOROUS ), but they can also be ( RELENTLESS ) and ( VINDICTIVE ) so watch out! ( alex, 26, she/her, pst )
character parallels: alex vause (oitnb), effy stonem (skins), katherine pierce (tvd)
god this girl is a nightmare.
basically evan is hilarious, selfish, entitled, and ready to let the world burn for the sake of getting exactly what she wants.
she is possibly the worst. but she is also a good time and quite entertaining and fun when she wants to be.
my guy has always had a certain way about her that screams she has not a trouble in the world, a mocking leer and a laugh are never far from their lips
laws? “i make them.” sympathy? none from this bitch. and yet she is infectiously likable. humorous. her smile convincing and bright. she can’t turn down a drink and usually is the first to invite her fellow ministry workmates or fellow death eaters out.
she’s a touch more rough around the edges than the usual pureblood elite. a pureblood women not getting married?? gasp. get out of here. sometimes displaying some poor manners and disregard for any sort of delicacy. idk what parents or partner would want her long term anyway
she has an admirable (although unsubstantiated) confidence and strength but is it fake or real? oh man who knoooows
she’s my overindulgent little babe
girl loves to party. well really to lose herself and bask in complete lack of responsibilitY bUT AYYYY same thing.
loves to make friends and have some FUN and by that i mean drag errybody down wit her
very patient. very easy temperament and doesn’t get angry really. actually?? doesn’t seem to care about much.
secretly does.
irresponsibility at this level is a skill. but i mean, really no choice is BAD
per se
cool girl, honestly. so confident. carries herself so well. you know that chick that’s down for anything, ‘party don’t start i walk in’ garbage like that.
the war has been good to her. and she has benefited from those death eater connections in a job that she might not have had otherwise. she’s of fairly average intelligence, but damn if she ain’t a good shot. only became a star in school when she joined the dueling club
as the only child and heir of the rosier name, she has a lot to live up to. SHOCKER. lol i think she would have always taken a casual approach to that though. like?? of fucking course i’m great. i live up to expectations just by existing. youre welcome.
cocky, brutish, selfish and yet undeniably charming. evan rosier, above all, is a survivor.
you catching those sapphic vibes yet? although your girl isn’t one to say no. she bi as hell
she spent a lot of time exposed to dark artifacts and trinkets while she was growing up. so she’s well versed in the dark arts and takes a lot of interest in the macabre. she’s not soft man. the girl’s done seen some things
her attention span is short, and she is easily swayed or distracted by anything bright or sparkly. she collects things, and her apartment is filled to the brim with strange assortments and odd collections of random shit. thousands of buttons, coins from the muggle and wizarding worlds
her father traveled the world during the entirety of her childhood in search of dark artifacts and she doesn’t know him very well, instead holding a sort of idealistic idea of what a father should be. he always brings back some sort of gift, which is probably where her collecting thing started
she, herself has never been outside of the wizarding world, or london (and hogwarts) for that matter. this invisible boundary has left her very narrow minded and she is most comfortable in her shadowed corners, dusty bars, and grungy back alleys with vague promises that her bloodline makes her important
she doesn’t have any goals and never aspired to be anything else, at least not seriously. she knows who she is and has sort of resigned herself to her side. but hey, it’s done her well thus far
i kind of imagine her as a lower class pureblood, definitely not as fancy as the blacks or lestranges, more of the bottom of the barrel of what the sacred twenty eight has to offer. people are welcome to treat her accordingly?? underling type of vibes or just scornful or skeptical. w/e
despite that, she’s adopted a blood supremacist mindset to rival the best of them and looks down on her muggleborn and blood traitor peers with great disdain.
but she could probably be swayed by the simple promise of things getting even slightly better for her. did someone say self serving ?
in essence evan can’t. be. bothered. unless something is in it for her
but i’m ready to drown her in all the drama
possible connections: pureblood friends, old friends, rivals on either side, someone on the other side she likes to tease/make fun of/taunt, unexpected friends, drinking buddies, fwb, exes of any gender, someone she admires
