Tagging; @miss-gretac
The attack on St.Mungos was supposed to be a new beginning of sorts for Evan. It was supposed to be the mission he went all in for, following Freya’s advice and proving that once and for all to himself that he could find a place within the death eaters. At first, that was exactly what it’d been, he’d been following orders, even briefly taking command of the chaos instead of following his sister's lead. It was good, he felt good about it, but then he’d parted ways with her and it slowly started sliding in the wrong direction just like it always did with him. Evan was all mixed up with how he felt, he regretted what he’d done, but then again he didn’t. He didn’t want to hurt Mary, especially with her connection to Emmeline, but he desperately wished he’d wanted to. That he could have been the type to not have a care about who she was, that her being an Order member, or Muggleborn was enough to throw the killing curse her way when she’d not known he was there, but he wasn’t.
While the other death eaters were reveling in their victory and the Order along with civilians were picking up the pieces in the aftermath, Evan decided to do something that had become quite common for him. He disappeared, avoiding everyone that cared for him and dealing with the conflicting emotions himself. Normally, he’d have done a tour of the seedy London pub scene, but with how many people had run into him last time he was avoiding people he figured he’d need a new destination which lead him to be holed up in his childhood room. Freya and Lise knew he hated the place, they wouldn’t think he’d visit their father unless he had to, and the others who’d look for him, well they’d probably never want to step foot on the Rosier estate. It wasn’t the perfect place, it lacked some of his coping mechanisms, but there was plenty to drink, and if he craved the pain of a bar fight it couldn’t take too much to get Victor to throw a cruciatus curse. Merlin, he might even fucking do it for old time sake if he finds him lurking in the house, he didn’t exactly notify him that he was thereafter all the house was big enough to avoid each other.
As good as a hiding place his childhood home proved to be the owls sent from a concerned Greta had always seemed to find him, though he left them all without a reply. At first, it’d been nice, but then the feelings that came to him by just a letter checking in on him brought a sinking realization. Evan had always known that Greta was too good for him, it was why he never told her of his feelings, why he never wanted her to see the bad in him despite him having so much of it. He never told her he was a death eater, in fact, he hid it from her. She’d been the reason he was friends with Emmeline, and so in a way why he’d fucked up so bad at the hospital. It wasn’t her fault at all, it was his flaws, but wanting to be worth Greta was in contradiction to being a good death eater. He had to let her go, he couldn’t be around her and not want to be the person she thought he was. It was time to write back to her, set up a time to see her, he’d had promised her a night out at a pub the last time he really talked to her, maybe he could invite her out for that. It’d be a fun goodbye, and certainly easier for him with alcohol around.
Evan leaned against the bar of a familiar pub, watching the whiskey of his third glass swirl from his nervous movements, only really lifting from it when he heard the creak of the door. He didn’t want to miss when Greta had walked through it, though he was as close to the door as one could get so even if he’d missed her entrance it wouldn’t be hard for her to find him. When the fifth creak echoed through the semi-crowded bar, Evan looked over to see just the brunette he’d been waiting for. His heart skipped a beat and twisted in agony at the sight of her, he wasn’t ready for this to be the last time she entered a room happy to see him. “ Hey Greta,” He called walking towards her with a smile on his face, hiding any of his negative emotions from her. “ I almost thought you’d stood me up, even had a few of the patrons offering to buy me pity drinks.” He joked, both of them knowing she was exactly on time just like she practically always was. “ I’m just kidding, come on I have few seats saved for us right over here.” Evan motioned for her to follow him as he went back to where he was at the bar earlier, only this time actually sitting.