When: Present Day {Game Time} Where: England - Rosier Mansion With: Rita @ritxskeeter
Evan enjoyed his time of leisure. This year’s Duelling season was due to kick off soon and he suspected he’d raise a few ranks, make it into the top three in the UK, it wasn’t his true goal, but it brought him closer. Still, before all that started he was partaking in breakfast at noon in his family’s conservatory wearing only a robe of finest silk, that he hadn’t done up, and matching silk pants. He had a glass of champagne in one hand and a cream-covered strawberry in the other.
The mansion’s House Elf, Ingrid fetched him another and he patted the creatures head gently, earning a look of adoration, it was important to keep ones staff onside.
“Master Rosier, you have a guest at the door, Ms Skeeter” she squeaked.
“Oh, thank you Sweet Thing,” Evan smiled, “Be a darling and let her in will you? And do get some more strawberries, cream and champagne, I think we’re in for a long chat.” The elf vanished and a few minutes later (the mansion was very large) Rita appeared in the doorway.
“Darling, kiss me!” Evan didn’t rise from his seat on the chaise lounge but he did rise up a little to half drape an arm around her shoulders. “Sit, sit. Ingrid’s being more refreshments.” he chuckled, “And I do believe you owe me all the sordid details about my cousin’s miraculous resurrection. I thought the boy died years ago. Needless to say Auntie Walburga’s been quite overwhelmed.”
