where: slytherin common room when: january 10, 1978 who: @prvdigiouskill
The castle was in chaos, much like Evan’s mind. The Marauders were back, or so he’d heard as pretty much everyone was talking about the annoying Gryffindor boys. God, he hated things like gossip, even that annoying girl Bertha had come rushing up to him asking him to sign some petition of hers. He’d ignored her but from that exchanged he’d learned what kind of ridiculous information was fluttering about. All utterly stupid but the chaos did release him from some of his worries, particularly those of Andromeda and Rosamund. But now he’d had enough of the whispers, and he retreated towards the Slytherin common room, recovering the password from an underclassman.
Here, no one cared about things relating to blood traitor gossip. Here his only worry was about his particular inaction, something that maybe he could get more away from if he acted like the grumpy seventh year he was. He plopped down on one of the coaches in the room, noticing that he didn’t see Lucius anywhere. Instead, he found the familiar figure of his eldest cousin, sitting on the chair next to where he’d sat, noticing that his fear of her was lessened. Maybe Andromeda’s words had comforted him slightly by her reassurances that she didn’t hate him, or maybe it was his newfound disinterest in what the other Death Eater’s thought anymore. There was a familiar air around her, the one he’d gotten used to while growing up and while she very well may threaten his life if he continued to be so, useless, as his father put it, it was at least something familiar. “Bellatrix, I see Andromeda and Narcissa aren’t with you.” He wanted to unload his thoughts, wondering if it was helpful or smart to confide in his cousin. She actually might be helpful in this situation. “Did uh, Andy say anything over break?”