Old Suspicions | Peter & Evan
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When Evan Apparated to Diagon Alley, he had only expected to pick up his dry cleaning from Symkyn and Sons and maybe buy a magical tabloid or two. However, what he discovered in Diagon Alley was something much more concerning than what witch did what and what wizard was dating who - it was Peter Pettigrew.
Pettigrew was one of the very few people who had some idea of what Evan had done under the Dark Lord and out of those very few people, he was the only one whose agenda was still unknown. That made him dangerous. It also made him a liability - not only for Evan but for a multitude of Death Eaters. Of course, there were some Death Eaters that Evan would love nothing more than to see fall. Nonetheless, there were some that were too important, too close to Evan. These were the Lestranges. The Blacks. The Malfoys. They could not fall, for if they did, Evan would surely follow.
Peter must have noticed Evan staring, as the younger man quickly turned away. But Evan couldnât just let him walk away now, could he? With a swift Apparation, Evan had closed the gap between then - he was only an armâs length away from Peter. Thankful that the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley had covered up the Apparationâs distinct sound, Evan chose that moment to reach out and grab the other manâs shoulder.
"Peter," he greeted warmly, though the firm pressure on Pettigrewâs shoulder told a different story, "How nice to see you again. You saw me, right? Across the street. And you didnât even bother to say hello. That hurts, you know."
Peter stiffed the moment he felt a hand on his shoulder. Surely it was Evan's and surely Peter would not be able to make a quick escape now. This was what he got for leaving the house - it certainly was a warning for the next time. Now, not only did he have to worry about being questioned by various Order members, but being killed by Death Eaters. Terrific.
He turned around and tried to keep his voice as even as possible when he spoke. "I wasn't sure you'd remember me," he lied. They both knew that Peter had just been avoiding Evan, but this excuse was much more polite.
Evan was a well-known certified rich boy and Peter was sure attention would be drawn to the two of them just because of who the Rosier's were. Not to mention, Evan's... personal exploits were often rumored amongst high society and Peter didn't want to be one of those rumors. He gestured to the people of Diagon Alley around them, some glancing at the pair of them as they passed. Their eyes on Peter made him squirm.
"And, if you did recognize me, I figured you wouldn't want to be seen in public with a man who just got done with trial. I was thinking of you, Evan."Â













