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Evan was home for just one week after his final N.E.W.T. and he already wished he was anywhere else in the world. Though Christine had just arrived, the boy found himself looking for apartments, flats, anything else anywhere else than under their father's roof. As he found himself scrolling through the Daily Prophet one morning, he found the paper being ripped from his hands by Mr. Rosier himself. Looking up at the elder, he tilted his head, brow furrowed in confusion. "What's wrong wit-"
The man snapped his wand out and flicked a piece of paper up into his face. "And just what is this, Evan?" Evan's eyes carefully scanned the paper before they rolled. "It's an application." The oldest Rosier sneered in disdain at the boys answer. "To where, precisely?" Sighing, Evan's arms folded, pissed off and tired of these displays of aggrivation at everything he did. "To St. Mungo's to become a healer." A hand came down, backhanding him across the cheek and leaving it a brilliant shade of red. "You're going to be a Death Eater. You're going to find a place in the ministry. Is that understood?"
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