#hadrian evans

[faradayys]

A bunch of Hadrian Evans(es) from C'est La Vie! It's one of my favorite Harry Potter fanfics, plus it has my favorite trope of time travel. I really can't express how much I adore the fic honestly :"D

[whimsicalforestentity]

Hadrian Evans

[allthingscestlavie]

From Chapter 5

I have been reading this fic for like the third time and I just adore they way you write all of them! This was originally just a warm up, but it spiraled and I thought I would share it.

!!! Aaaaaaaaa this is adorable, I loved writing this scene and now I even get a fanart comic strip for it =D Also I am reminded all over again how popular this ship is, platonic or otherwise lmaoo. This is gorgeous, thank you so much!!

[decimalsheep]

tried making a mock manga cover for @cywscross‘s fanfic c’est la vie :D still a wip tho aha

[scarlettlimps]

Reflection?

Hadrian Evans is a mystery.

Like a rush of wind with no mercy, but with a clear path. You mistake it for a breeze when you see it from the window, you call it light by the rustling of the leaves, and the swinging branches it leaves in trail, and when the thunderstorm follows, you call it a surprise.

Tom awaits this thunderstorm with an impatience he has never had.

“Where do you hail from, Evans?”

Cygnus’ curiosity seems to have finally broken through his endurance. The new Slytherin has not once divulged any information on his own accord. When he speaks, it’s a bored, lazy drawl of uncaring replies, when he sees, it’s as if in a scattered haze.

Evans hasn’t really come to Hogwarts, and yet when all eyes trail the stranger in the common room, he knows Hogwarts has found another enigma.

For once in his life, Tom does not mind calling attendance with the majority.

“Brisker Ville.”

The reply is distant, uncaring at best, and yet when Hadrian lazily fixes his emerald gaze on Cygnus, his breath is caught in his throat, and when Hadrian smiles it shows that he knows.

He knows exactly the kind of storm he can rage.

Tom feels jealous like he feels jealous from a good, dark arts book, when it dares house knowledge that eludes his own mind.

“Where is it?” Someone asks, and Tom cannot tell whom for his eyes are all on the boy who dances with the other slytherins without even moving a finger. “I haven’t heard of it.”

It’s like looking in a mirror.

It’s like being mocked by a reflection.

For one second, something flashes in Evans’ eyes. Its gone before Tom can even place it.

“It’s on the side of London. A small village.” Hadrian says, leaning forward on the table, his untouched breakfast now completely abandoned. “It’s a quaint place, but I don’t think it could compete with Diagon Alley in any manner.”

Cygnus nods, a long black lock of hair coming in front of his grey eyes which look shaky.

“I don’t think anything can compete with Diagon Alley.” He says finally, and then there is a pressed smile afterwards, as he rushes to pick up his fork and get back to breakfast, eager to break contact with Hadrian Evans.

“I have heard of Brisker Ville.” Malfoy picks up, and fixes his own piercing gaze onto Hadrian. “I believe my grand aunt lives there.”

“Not anymore.”

All eyes look at the new Slytherin.

Evans, realising the attention, regards all the pair of eyes looking towards him with a mix of disinterest and passivity, his eyes momentarily stops on Malfoy who looks at the boy with some glimpse of offence, however soon he has lost interest away, slumping once again on his breakfast.

“Grindewald’s men accidentally burned the Malfoy cottage. Mrs Malfoy evacuated the village as soon as the fire hit.”

He looks at Malfoy then, and stands up, pushing his chair back.

“You should write to your father.” He says, picking up his hand bag. “I believe he might be hosting a guest.”

And when Hadrian leaves, it’s not a surprise that all eyes follow his back.

[yulchii]

Just have one more. Hadrian Evans from @cywscross C'est La Vie. I don't know why he's naked from waist up (or is he just ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)).

Here he is being his charnimg (heh) self. Sparks flying from his wand and all.

[psycrylic]

“Who’s there?”

hadrian evans! again! because! i am in love!!!!

(the midnight encounter scene from C'est la Vie, written by @cywscross)

[allthingscestlavie]

“oh, it’s you,” evans smiled, open and friendly and not at all feared or revolted. “i thought it might’ve been potter.” - c’est la vie, chapter 4.