look what the cat dragged in| Evan & Alice
@xalice-clara
It had been two days since he had last seen his beautiful future wife, and like the good fiance that he was Evan had decided to check in on her. Of course she would likely see it more as the devil darkening her doorstep, but he didn’t want her to get too complacent. They were betrothed after all, and if they didn’t see each other at least once in awhile, it would look suspiciously like they weren’t actually eager to be married. Well then, they didn’t want that now, did they? To his surprise (although not disappointment), she wasn’t home. Probably off shagging or falling in love with a mudblood, he thought bitterly to himself. Although not if his methods of persuasion had done their job right.
Evan made a mental note to retrieve a key to the Burke household, or at the very least write to her father. Even if Cassandra did not grant him that freedom, he was sure that Xavier would offer him full access to her without a second’s hesitation. The way his fiancee’s father admired and praised Evan was something that he rather enjoyed. Especially in the absence of his own paternal figure. With a wave of his wand, he presented a scroll of parchment and pinned it to the hard wood of the door, scribbling a quick note on the parchment to leave for his fiancee to read when she returned home: “Dearest Cassandra, just stopped by to check on you, my love. Must have just missed you. I miss having my hands on you. Love from, Evan.” Such a message would surely only serve to make her skin crawl, and not in the good way, but that was all the Death Eater’s intention.
He got about halfway down the front pathway before he crossed path’s with a familiar face. Alice Prewett. Yet another girl from his year at Hogwarts, and a Gryffindor. He had taunted her and friends just as often as any. “Hullo, Prewett.” Evan said with the faintest trace of a smile to go along with his simpering, slick vocals. Stopping right in front of her to block her path, he looked down at her. “I think you’re in the wrong side of the neighborhood.”