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@rosiierevan
ALCOHOL. It seemed to be the one thing that always succeeded in bringing everyone together, no matter the occasion. For some it brought them closer, made them happier but for others, it did the opposite. For Evan, it calmed them, allowed them to step aside and watch from a distance as others worked the room or made a scene. How one reacted in social gatherings had always given off a visible tell about them. Before choosing a side of the war, Evan was a more frequent partier, enjoying getting lost in the dance and the night, but now, after distancing themselves more from those they enjoyed the company of and spending more time with those they truly despised, they found themselves standing closer to the corner. Still with a glass in hand. Somethings, after all, would never change.Â
âItâs strange,â they began, feeling someone approach. âThe way people are interacting as if nothing has changed and only a year has passed since we were last year, it makes one wonder..â Evan trailed off, raising the glass to their lips.
nverlostâ:
Harry Potter based character questions.      BOLD what applies to your muse:Â
Slytherin or Gryffindor or Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff ?
Chocolate Frogs or Every Flavor Beans ?Â
Herbology or Astronomy ?
Charms or Potions ?
Thestral or Basilisk ?
Sectumsempra or Expelliarmus ?
Hogsmeade or Gringotts ?
Death Eaters or Dumbledoreâs Army ?
Play Quidditch or Cheer a team on ?Â
Divination or Muggle Studies ?
Apparition or  Floo Powder ?
Polyjuice Potion or Love Potion ?
Bat-Bogey Hex or Episkey ?
Butterbeer or Cauldron Cakes ?
Diagon Alley or Knockturn Alley ?
Symbol Muse Asks
â¤ď¸ = Something my muse loves đ= Something my muse hates đ= Someone my muse loves đ= Someone my muse admires or looks up to đ= My museâs favourite book đĄ= My museâs dream home đ§= My museâs favourite song đ¤= My museâs talent(s) â˝ď¸= My museâs favourite sport/physical activity đ= My museâs favourite unhealthy food đ= My museâs favourite healthy food đ= My museâs favourite meal â= Something my muse does on a rainy day đŠ= Something my muse does on a stormy day đ¨= Something my muse does on a snowy day âď¸= Something my muse does on a sunny day đ= Something my muse does at night âď¸= My museâs star sign đŞ= What my muse would do during a natural disaster đ˛= My museâs favourite season đą= My museâs past pets đŚ= My museâs favourite animal
How to Get Away With Murder | 5x10 - âDonât Go Dark on Meâ
( summer bishil, twenty, gender fluid ) my goodness, is EVAN ROSIER back? itâs been a while since the PUREBLOOD has been around the castle, but Iâd recognize THEM anywhere. rumor has it the SEVENTH YEAR spent the years aligned with the DEATH EATERS (SPY). but I hear theyâre still PERSISTENT & ALTRUISTIC and INSENSITIVE & CRASS. and the SLYTHERIN still reminds me of late night walks, a damaged locket, desperate for love, compliments in the form of insults, lace & leather. well, then, I guess some things never change. Â ( kassie, 26, gmt+1, they/them )
#same
Margot Hanson, The Magicians (05x05)
Something about Daisy calmed Evan, they werenât sure if it was that they always had a way of reminding them of Marisol but either way, after the other day they went out of their way to spend more time with Daisy. They needed someone with good and high spirits around. So, after bumping into them in the Great Hall, Evan had agreed to join them for holiday baking in the kitchens. So, after changing into something a tad more on the comfy side, they headed down to the kitchens.Â
âWow, it already smells amazing in here,â Evan smiled upon entering, impressed by just how different the kitchens were now that the holidays had arrived at Hogwarts. @daisyhooksâ
Evan had spent months cooking up a scheme, going back and forth on what the right way to go about putting an END to their fatherâs tyranny and hold over theirâs and Marisolâs life. At first it seemed impossible, and even unlikely that theyâd actually do it but with everything going on, the Winter Solstice dinner coming up felt like the perfect time. Even so, the Slytherin was dreading the trip theyâd have to take beforehand.
Evan had never been a fan of Knockturn Alley, but in desperate times, they knew it was one of the few places theyâd be able to go to find something lethal enough to have a lasting effect on father dearest. So, as Evan slipped the black hood on to conceal their face from sight, they wandered the cobbled streets toward Shyverwretch's, hoping to get out and in as quickly as possible. @redcarrowâ
âOh man, I truly needed that,â Evan sighed in relief as they sipped on the liquor, feeling an instant tingling sensation. âThese past few weeks have really taken their toll, I donât understand how you manage to keep up with all that you do.â The brunette admitted with a shake of their head, though the admiration was clear in their voice. âBut tonight, no responsibilities?â They insisted, raising their glass towards Mollyâs. @eldestprewxttâ
How can one woman be so perfect??
coryaxleyâ:
|| @rosiierevanâ
His hands were clasped around the glass of whiskey, eyes scanning the bar. Corban liked the rare moments he could escape from the castle and some of the people that inhabited it. Besides, heâd needed something to take his mind of his current concern for his sister. She was acting different and he didnât like that he wasnât sure why.Â
Bringing the glass to his lips, the curved upwards as he spotted a familiar figure entered the bar. âRosier,â He drawled, as the other approached, smirk clear on his face. âYou missed me that much you followed me out of the grounds?â
Avoiding Hogwarts and more importantly, the people inside Hogwarts had become a nightly routine for the Slytherin, so much so that theyâd started becoming a regular at some of the more dodgy bars around Hogsmeade. It helped that they rarely ran into anyone they knew at the place as well. But of course, luck wasnât in their favor that evening.Â
âIâm surprised even this place lets in the likes of you, but then, theyâve never been known for having standards.â Evan spat in return, their eyes instantly narrowing at the familiar voice. Yet, they still made their way to the seat beside them. After all, a distraction was what they wanted. âOne of these days someoneâs going to sever that ego of yours.âÂ
wearyhevrtedâ:
closed to @rosiierevanâ
Adelia had gravitated towards the dreidel spinning when she first began her wanderings through Hogsmeade, drawn by the familiarity of the game. She hadnât played, not in years, but she had loved it as a child. Adelia was feeling nostalgic by the time she found her way over where Evan was near the skating rink. âHey,â she greeted her friend warmly. âWhat are you feeling up for?â
The holidays had become the worst time of year for Evan, they hated watching everyone run around with their families filled with cheer. Even more so, they hated themselves for thinking that way and finding their envy to be greedy and selfish. Still, though, Evan put on a cheerful face and allowed themselves to get warmed up by the mulled wine theyâd purchased at one of the stands. âI have my curiosities,â they smiled, a genuine smile as Adelia came over. At the very least, Evan still had their close friends to be grateful for. âBut Iâm curious as to what it is you did as a child.â Perhaps learning of otherâs traditions would help in further distracting themselves. âBefore I end up drinking an entire pot of mulled wine.âÂ
noellexxchangâ:
She chuckled and shook her head. âNever too early. I just donât have any handy at the moment,â Noelle replied as she stole a piece of food of their plate. âMaybe Slughorn could help you with your plight. He was stocking up for his annual Holiday Slug Club party the other day, and he probably has plenty to spare.â
"I should find myself a fancy looking potion vial and start carrying it with some, would look less suspicious than a flask, especially if Iâm putting it in my own drink.â Evan chuckled but shook their head at the mentioning of Slughorn. âUnfortunately Iâm not one of the lucky souls in his society,â there was a hint of sarcasm to their tone, and though they had nothing against the society, they couldnât help but think of it as just another thing to brag about, especially for purebloods.Â
d-abbottâ:
Declan was confused. They had been avoiding him for the better part of a month, yelled at him, and now they were asking him to stay? What was the purpose of all of this? But still, he wanted to stay. He deserved to stay and not be pushed away this time. There was so much that was left unspoken between them since they broke things off that he wanted to talk about, but was this the right place? Was this the right time?
âI wanted to check in on you. Youâve been dodging me since the ball andâŚâ he trailed off, not wanting to get upset. Declan had half a mind to let them hear it all. Everything that was pent up inside and the tears that Winnie had spent⌠there was so much he wanted to say. But seeing them there in front of him, signs of vulnerability streaked across their face. was enough to hold him back. âWhatâs going on, Evan?â
Evan felt the instant guilt wash over them, but they knew if left alone here too long, they'd do something reckless that they couldn't take back. But still, it was so unfair on Declan. After everything, theyâd already put the poor guy through. Still, the truth was something he needed to know, deserved to know. Evan looked up, releasing their grip on the sunflower pendant and setting their hands on the table.Â
âI know and Iâm sorry for that,â Evan admitted, looking up with a saddened smile. âI just couldnât face you after what youâd done, did for me. You shouldâve never gotten involved, but my brother has a tendency to be...unstable.â They swallowed, âYou have every right to hate me, yet somehow you donât. I donât know how youâve managed that but after everything, you deserve to know the truth about what happened. Itâs only fair.â Evan had always known that they could trust Declan, that was never what held them back, but now with their plans soon becoming a reality, they had to start revealing the truth.Â
inimitable-augustusâ:
Augustus had been walking through the winter markets, browsing to find a gift for his mother for the holidays. Despite his dislike of the woman, he knew that he to play the dutiful son. For appearance sake, of course. It was while he was browsing that he saw them, across the way and lookingâŚwell, perfect, as always. Almost immediately, Augustus dropped his pursuit of a gift and walked over to Evan Rosier.Â
âI never pinned you for the holiday type,â Augustus drawled, catching up in pace with Evan.
@rosiierevanâ
Evan used to enjoy the holidays when they were younger and were able to spend them with Marisol. They snuck off to bake cookies in the kitchens with house elves, played in the snow, even Carson would join on occasion. Things were much simpler, even their parents seemed more laid-back, relaxed. But thatâs because the truth of their motherâs indiscretions hadnât come out as of yet nor had the reveal of Marisolâs lack of magic been discovered.Â
But now, now Evan couldnât stand Christmas but still because of the distraction it brought, theyâd made an effort to enjoy it. Theyâd also always made sure to collect gifts for Marisol. There was no limit. So, that had brought them to Hogsmeade in search of something for Evan, dressed in a deep and dark shade of red as to hopefully avoid being spotted, yet still capture SOME of the Christmasâ spirit.Â
But then, a voice caught their attention and their train of thought instantly became distracted as Evan glanced up, pursing their lips. âIâm not, I do however like a good gingerbread. Though Iâd beg to say the same about you as youâve never given off JOLLY.â They smirked, rolling their eyes as his steps came into sync with theirs. âThough HO-HO, I can understand.âÂ