reunion (emma & evan)
who: evan rosier and emma vanity ( @omnia-vcnitas ) when: 12:54 pm, february 15th where: a corridor, not far from the hospital wing
Anxiety coursed through Evan’s veins as he turned the corner into another, Emma-less corridor. Where was she? Where had she gone? And - most importantly - why did she leave? He’d thought that they’d come to an understanding last night. After so many years of denying that she was just another pureblooded girl, another passing fancy, another fuck in whatever dark corner just far enough from the ballroom not to cause suspicion. He was in love with Emma Vanity. Merlin. It felt good to say that. He loved Emma. Emma loved him. All was right with the world.
Until this morning. Evan’s eyelids fluttered open when he realized the comforting presence that he held so close during the night was gone. Gone out to get some breakfast, he supposed. And so he went to follow her. He was in such a hurry he didn’t even have enough time to cast a concealing charm on his dark mark, simply wrapping a spare piece of cloth around his forearm as he rushed out of the Slytherin Common room. He went out to the Great Hall and everything before he realized something was wrong. Students huddled up into small groups - some crying, some arguing, some passing shifty glances - with Professor’s and Auror’s herding them around like sheep, trying to keep some semblance of order. Emma was nowhere to be found. He’d finally gotten one of the Prefect’s - the tallish fellow, with the hair - to finally tell him what in Morganna’s left tit was going on. Death Eater. Missing. Charlotte. Students. Hospital Wing. Restricted. Evan? Where are you going? Noone’s allowed to leave the Great Ha-
Emma. He had to find Emma.
Evan had spent the entirety of the morning looking for her. He was just about to round back to the Great Hall - resolving that if she had either gone there by now or someone would have some idea of where she was - when he caught sight of a familiar figure walking out of the Hospital Wing. “Emma!” He called out, his heart running quicker than a Peruvian Vipertooth as he raced over to where she stood. “Em.” He whispered, before enveloping her in his arms. “Vanity - you scared the shit out of me.”