#interaction; alecto

[cordiallystebbins-blog]

@alcarrows​

“Would it be entirely lame of me if I just left and went to bed early?’ Cordelia sighed. She came, she tried the whole party thing, and now she was ready for bed, She had run into her fellow Ravenclaw just as she was trying to make the final call of whether or not she could sneak away.

[weepnotforsin-blog]

Guanxi | Alecto&Evan

guanxi

(n.) a network of social connections based on mutual trust and the balancing of debts by returning favors so that the relationship's benefits are shared by all

Money did not often save the lives of people. It could ruin them or corrupt them but save them? Rarely. However, in the case of Evan Rosier, money did just that - it saved him. Now, people like to say that Evan Rosier was always rolling in money. Some might even venture to say that he was made of money. That wasn't quite true.

"Remember this, boy," Bertramus Rosier had said to his son one fine summer day, "I am rich. Your mother is rich. But you? You have nothing."

Eventually, of course, Evan had money - lots of money. He just wasn't born with it. Sacrifices had to be made - blood, sweat, honor, morals - these things had to be exchanged in order to obtain money. But money wasn't everything and despite his heritage and upbringing, Evan knew this as well. That is why when he started to donate generous amounts of his own fortune to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Evan also visited the facilities.

Actions spoke louder than words and Evan hoped - and knew, to some extent - that being seen caring about this hospital and the people who wasted away inside of it would help bury his past sins. In the eyes of the masses, anyway. For those who were smarter, sharper, and more suspicious, it would only make him a bigger target. But those people were few and far between - and even if Evan Rosier was on their radar, there were much bigger fish to fry.

Nonetheless, Evan kept up his guard. Perhaps this is why he was so unsettled when he saw Alecto Carrow in one of the hallways of St. Mungos. He had heard of the Carrow's trial and subsequent release but he had been unaware of Alecto's return to the hospital. Suddenly filled with concern - but not quite knowing the reason why - Evan made his way over to Alecto and when he was within speaking range, called out to her.

"Miss Carrow," he greeted and then proceeded with his veneer of being a halfwit, "How nice to see you again! Do you remember me? I'm Evan, Evan Rosier. We met once, I think, during a party. One of Narcissa's, maybe. Or was it someone else's? Ah, well, forget it."

Evan flashed her a lopsided smile, "How are you doing?"