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“ you are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind ”

( * 💀 / froy gutierrez, cis man, he/him ) — is that evan rosier i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty-one year old slytherin, returning for their seventh school year, but their friends would tell you that they are adaptable & intuitive as well as dissatisfied & repressed. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the the neutrals. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: welcoming the first bite of frost on un-gloved fingers; handwritten entries in heavy journals burned once the page is full; a cool mist rolling in off the sea (there are things you’d rather be obscured); messy hair, from the rush of wind and bored fingers both; the clenched-fist, broken-glass feeling that this can’t be all there is. — ( zoe, she/her, 23, cst )

CONTENT WARNINGS: parental death, parental manipulation + a generally bad relationship with a parent, punching things as a form of self harm; mental illness isn’t explicitly mentioned but evan definitely has some very unhealthy coping mechanisms. ADDITIONAL MATERIALS: evan’s playlist, connections, stats page, & pinterest board

FIND EVAN’S INTRO HERE.

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#( ⊱ ━━ 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 ┊ evan. )

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vcvxan:

perhaps better than anyone, evan had a front row seat into the trials and tribulations of vivian greengrass. her stubbornness in her refusal to talk and her honesty when she eventually did was a ticket worth a gringotts vault of galleons. while her honesty remained as pertinent as ever, the stubbornness toward her cousin faded within a handful of apologies. she’d attempt to put up more of a fight, one worthy of her name. but she was tired, so beyond tired. the weeks had dragged endlessly and the flawless year that she had promised herself was slowly turning into a shakespearean tragedy. “ always time for you, cousin. ” she placed a surprisingly intricate pausing charm over her cauldron, her work kept securely in place so she could gather her complex web of thoughts and communicate them in an accessible way. vivian’s social isolation was always one of choice. choosing to distance herself kept her sanity intact. she’d been afforded that luxury through her mystery, those always wanting whatever piece of the greengrass pie that she offered. her presence and acquaintanceship used to be one revered, now she could feel people avoiding her in the halls. “ how are you finding playing neutral ? ” she questioned, settling her braids behind her as she relaxed her face into her crossed arms upon the worktop. “ i’ve been forced into the role of the outcast. ” it had only occurred to vivian as recent as the previous evening that she enjoyed her self inflicted mystery because she always held the upper hand. now ? that luxury had been taken away. forced into a do or die situation, she found herself running out of options. “ humiliation is HIDEOUS. ”

“ hey, now, you could never be hideous, “ evan said, the words rushing over themselves to fall out of his mouth to fill what was setting up to be a long silence, as he thought about what to actually say. that was the thing about talking to vivian; evan loved her, had always cherished that their familial bond gave them a closeness not everyone could get with her. she didn’t talk to just anyone — and evan, of course, talked to everyone. he spewed out words like he was getting paid by the minute, possessed a mouth as non - stop as his mind. of course, most of what he said was bullshit, and most of what vivian said seemed to matter. it gave him pause, watching her place some intricate charm over her cauldron that stopped the bubbling surface just before the pop. he didn’t want to just spew out bullshit here, not when they were isolated in the dungeons, away from the prying ears they’d have found anywhere else, at any other time of day. he had time to, like, think about what he was saying before he said it, and he wanted to. it was just hard thinking about what to say when he wanted to say something honest. “ I mean … “ he began, trailing off before he could even really get started. he bit his lip, casting his glance back over her cauldron for just a second before he made himself meet her eyes again, a tiny little shrug overtaking his shoulders. “ neutrality isn’t, like, the easiest, “ he agreed. “ you don’t even know some of the stuff I’ve heard from my dormmates. like, I feel like it’s obvious just how neutral I am, given how obviously not neutral they are, y’know? and they’re not holding my feet to the fire, or anything, but I get the sense it’s just because, like — they have time to hold my feet to the fire. “ he sighed, this great heaving exhalation that did its best to move the immobile smoke hanging over the cauldron between them. “ but, from the outside, you’ve gotta know, you don’t seem humiliated in the slightest. like, you sure as hell don’t seem cast out, which has to count for something; keep your chin up, I guess. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ vivian greengrass. )

gillywds:

❛ mhmm . ❜ she replies with a nod . she trusts the other , probably shouldn’t but does . in her dark she does not need to hide her pale cheeks , anxiety only growing at the thought of returning to that blasted broom . his words prove a welcome distraction , hands fiddling with her broom with each step . ❛ he likes t’rhyme . doesn’t help much with his explanations but — ❜ she shrugs , she enjoys charms despite the confusion often left by their professor . flitwick is a good teacher , really , but he tends to go off into stories that don’t make much sense to the witch herself . either way , she enjoys the class and his rambling . ❛ he does his best , yeah ? he did make more sense back in first , i’ll give you tha’ . ❜

“ fucking rhyming, “ evan said, shaking his head with feigned chagrin that wasn’t, actually, all that feigned. “ y’know, I really do think that’s what throws me off sometimes, “ he continued, turning his body towards her as much as he could whilst still walking and not actively trying to walk into wilda and run both of them into the wall. absolute last thing he wanted to do, that ( or, well, not the last thing, not in all contexts — shit, fucking, focus, evan — ). he bunched his brows together, furrowing them as he forced himself to get back on track, like, verbally. “ like, I try to take good notes or whatever, but I have to wade through the rhyming to get to the shit I should actually write down? awful. so much extra work. “ he swung his broom around, resting it on the back of his shoulders and propping his wrists on it. now he had to be extra fucking careful not to drift too close to wilda and knock her into the wall, jesus christ. he was trying to help her, not shove her into some angry paintings ‘cause he got too distracted looking at her, fuck. they couldn’t get into the air soon enough. “ like, he is doing his best, but I can’t say I don’t miss the dumbed down, rhyme - less first year lessons, man. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ wilda griffiths. )

ahzking:

catching sight of evan ( an easy enough task as a majority of the student body happened to part like the red sea ) , he delivered a swift nod . “ yeah , i’ve been avoiding you . ” a joke , of course , made obvious by the mischievous way his lips curled . “ THAT . that’s the reason why , ya pretty boy bastard . you don’t know how dehumanizing it is to have your li’l sister try to draw those suckers back in . ” he spoke with a serious tone ; however , there was nothing serious about the conversation . oz would be the first person to laugh at himself , no matter what the situation . he felt it eased the embarrassment as if they were laughing because HE allowed it , and not , for example , because he fell off his skateboard in front of a group of first years . “ gotta be honest though … i looked good . ”

evan tried not too pleased at the thought of oz avoiding him; he was, contrary to some popular belief, self - aware enough to know it was fucking weird to like the idea of someone avoiding him. but, fuck, even though he knew oz was joking it was kind of a flattering thought, wasn’t it? he’d dealt with enough heartsick fourth years last valentine’s day to do know what occupying positive space in someone’s mind looked like. it was, whatever, kind of fun to imagine occupying that much negative space in someone’s mind, that they worked hard to actively avoid you. “ fuck, sorry, “ he said, sure that some of his amused pleasure crept onto his face and into his voice despite his ( admittedly piss - poor ) best efforts. “ I’ll get out of your hair so you can avoid me and my pretty face soon enough. ” he made a show of leaning in closer to oz, eyes flicking up so he could really scrutinize the eyebrows in question. then, he leaned back, and let his smile turn teasingly lecherous. “ well, if we’re being honest, “ he said, laughing a little despite himself. “ they still look pretty good. maybe not as good as your sister’s handiwork, but definitely better than your old eyebrows. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ oz king. )

brkencrown:

they didn’t have a good practice to say the least — rather unfortunately , their mind had been preoccupied for once , leading them to catch the snitch exactly one time and fall off their broom exactly three times . the team had saved their breath from chastising them as this was HIGHLY unusual behavior for them . but they can’t bring themselves to go back to the locker room , not yet at least . they sit on one of the stands with their broom resting on the bench , looking up at the stars beginning to light the sky . they hear another come up , assuming it’s a teammate they don’t offer a greeting when the footsteps stop . “ what person sits and looks at the sky when they’re in a good mood , rosier ? ” something akin to defeat sits in their voice as they move to sit up , brushing away the strays that threaten to stick to their face . “ i thought slytherins didn’t have practice ? ”

evan shrugged, taking in eve’s tone and deciding that he’d do them the solid of not looking at them right away. fuck, he knew that when he sounded like that after practice – or, wanted to, anyway, he liked to think of himself as enough of a leader on the team that he tried to keep defeat out of things even when he’d had an admittedly shit time on the pitch – he didn’t really want people looking at him. even if they weren’t scrutinizing him, picking him apart … it could feel like it enough that he wanted to give the hufflepuff some time to regroup. he finished taping up his right palm, then looked up, squinting at them. neutrally; like, he was trying to neutrally squint, was only really squinting because the evening’s light was fast fading. “ I dunno, I hear people think star - gazing’s pretty romantic. safe to play it safe and not assign moods to people looking up at the sky, y’know? “ the quip was light — could either be taken as one or taken at face value, something he was leaving up to eve. “ oh, y’know, slytherin doesn’t. but I like getting in some stolen time on the pitch when there’s no practices scheduled. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ eve parkinson. )#rip professor amberella; really dating this thread #no need for a timestamp

bxllatrix:

IT seemed as though bellatrix black couldn’t do much of anything these days without being interrupted by something or another. she supposes that she should be thankful that it wasn’t some naive first year with a question so trivial it almost pained her to answer. “ evan, ” she nods, placing a napkin on her lap and preparing a roll to be buttered. she makes a pointed look towards the emptying table and decides it won’t be much hurt to spend this morning in his company. bellatrix was fond of a late and light breakfast, finding that a cup of tea and a few pastries went well with knowing she was the master of how she spent her time. “ it’s far too early for me to process your, ” she pauses, searching for the right word, “ sweet-talking ”. she waves a hand over her cup, watching as it fills with a nice mint flavoured blend. “ don’t let the others hear you say that… ” she takes a sip of her tea, humming in satisfaction. putting the cup down on a saucer, she looks back up at evan, amusement in her eyes. “ it might cause a family feud. ”

evan smiled, open and pleased to have someone recognize his ‘ sweet - talking ‘ so early in the day, even if he did get the sense that bellatrix wasn’t quite noting it with compliment. it was being called what it was, and he was decidedly not being told to fuck, off. evan was good at taking his wins where he wanted to, so he was counting this in his favor regardless of her intent. “ bellatrix, “ he said, repeating her name to match her more even - keeled greeting. it was a little silly to greet someone twice, but like, that was half the point of doing it. he unrolled his knife from his napkin, belatedly copying her lead and haphazardly tossing it over his lap with one hand while the other reached for the butter. “ ah, but if you ask me, it’s never too early for sweet - talking, whether it can be processed or not. “ he debated winking, then thought that if his cadence was too much, then outright dramatics were definitely too much for the morning. instead, he got to work buttering his rolls, gesturing with the butter - laden butter knife as necessary. “ it’s the thought that counts, yeah? which is why it’s fine. I’ve definitely got enough things to say to everyone to avoid that sort of feuding. you’re my favorite cousin named bellatrix, cissa’s my favorite cousin named, well, cissa, and so on. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ bellatrix black. )

lizaflint:

Liza just pulled a face at the subject he was doing. Liza found most of the subjects had Hogwarts mostly intereseting. But not that one. “I cannot wait to drop that class.” Maybe it was important to know about history, but that class was boring as anything. She couldnt wiat to be done with it. She smirked at his words though. “Nothing is as nice a time as talking to be babe” She mused, clearly very confident. Liza knew she was pretty and she wasn’t one to not brag about it. Evan’s compliments only helped, even if he was lying it on pretty thicky. But frankly, Liza didn’t care that much.

“Mmmm” She tilted her head to the side, as if she was considering what he had said. “I suppose that might be true….” She murmured, with a shrug. There was no denying that he was handsome. She laughed, shaking her head. “And we wonder why they all say we are both vain….” She murmured, still smirking. Why not be vain when they looked as good as they did? She’d rather be pretty and vain, than be pretty and not do anything about it.

“Why waste my precious time finding a bribe when it might not work” She mused, with a shrug as she relaxed back in a chair. “Flattering your looks? Psh. You dont need anyone to tell you how hot you are, you do that enough yourself babe”

evan shrugged; he knew a lot of his chosen n.e.w.t. courses weren’t, y’know, the most sexy options out there. but he’d chosen most of them for one of two very specific reasons: he’d either liked the material, or he’d really liked the ashen shade his father’s skin had taken on when evan revealed that he, like, had the o.w.l. scores to take n.e.w.t. level divination, or history of magic. he wasn’t the most focused student in anything, all thing’s being what they were. he’d never found history of magic to be all that worse than potions, and he was actually ‘ good ‘ in potions, so. why not study broom history, and medieval alchemy, and whatever else binns threw their way? like fuck was he going to voice all of that to liza, of all people, though. it was so much easier to give her a charming grin to match the devil - may - care shrug. “ eh, dropping it can’t be a worse choice than not dropping it, “ he said, non - committal to the end.

“ oh, forgive me, that’s right — fuck, why do I do anything but talk to you, then? “ his grin grew wider, less charming and more shit - eating, but that was all par for the teasing course, here. “ although, like, c’mon, I’ve given you plenty compliments now. you’ve gotta return the favor at least a little bit, sweeten the pot for me. “ he cocked a cocky brow at her, doing what he could to nonverbally communicate that he wasn’t, actually, hurt that she wasn’t showering him with sweet nothings.

“ like, all you’ve done so far is call me vain, “ he continued, teasing. “ in some circles that’s more insult than compliment, even if you have noticed that we’re both pretty enough to deserve the vanity. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ liza flint. )

@bxllatrix

“ hey, bella, “ evan said, dropping himself down in front of his cousin with a shit - eating grin. he wasn’t sure if she’d been waiting on someone else to join her at the slytherin table, but he figured she’d either tell him to get lost or make do with having to hang out with him for dinner. evan was, like, probably biased, but he thought he was pretty good company and was mostly banking on bellatrix going with the latter option. he reached out a quick hand and stole the basket of rolls from the center of the table, snagging a couple for his plate before setting it back with an even more shit - eating smile. “ did’ya miss me? I feel like the start of the year’s always such a fucking whirlwind, I haven’t even gotten to spend time with my favorite cousin named bellatrix. “ he raised his brows at her, wondering how much snark he’d be able to get away with so early in the conversation. “ I mean, I definitely missed you, so you’ve almost gotta say it back. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ bellatrix black. )

@imperfectionistik

the second he entered the common room, evan’s eyes shifted over the whole tableau it made; he didn’t feel quite like going up to his dormitory yet, but he also wasn’t sure he felt the vibe of the couches where it seemed a gaggle of second years were orchestrating a wizard’s chess tournament. then he caught sight of mercy, tucked away in one of a cluster of armchairs by the fireplace, and strolled towards her with purpose. and, like, maybe he shouldered his way past one of the rowdier second - year chess players, but he figured they’d deal. he didn’t want to lose out on a prime seat near someone he liked talking to just to be polite to some fifteen year old. “ hey, mercy, “ he greeted her with a wide grin before plopping right down in the seat, tossing his bag haphazardly onto the floor by his feet. “ long time no see — it’s been, what, since breakfast? ages. tell me everything that’s happened since then. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ mercy lu burbage. )

@gillywds

evan bumped his shoulder against wilda’s, deliberate & companionable, when they met up to start the trek out to the pitch. he’d been more than half - tempted to greet her with a hug, but something told him that would maybe be coming on a little strong for a quick jaunt down to the quidditch pitch so he could spend a night playing keeper for wilda. maybe, if the urge was still sitting there in him, they could hug when they were done getting practice in. “ hey, you’re taking n.e.w.t. charms, right? “ he asked, pretty sure he knew the answer but wanting to stretch the conversation out as much as he could until they needed to take to their brooms. “ ‘cause, like, I swear to god sometimes it feels like flitwick tries to explain things in the way that will most confuse the hell out of me, and I need to know if that’s universal or more of a personal problem, y’know? “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ wilda griffiths. )

@brkencrown

evan probably should’ve expected to see at least one other person standing around by the pitch — it did, in hindsight, make sense that at least one of the hufflepuff players would’ve lingered after their posted practice time. maybe he was just lucky that there wasn’t a whole gaggle of them still gathered for some post - practice team meeting. he could be charming when he needed to be, but he didn’t feel like wading into a whole pack of opposing players and having to make, like, charming small talk with all of them. maybe some other time, but not this evening. he gave eve a cordial nod, setting his broom and bag against the stands so he could pull a roll of tape his bag and start winding it around his hands. “ how’re you doing? “ he said, glancing up at them with a small smile. charming small talk with one person, he supposed, he could manage. “ the skies look pretty clear tonight. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ eve parkinson. )

@macmillcns

“ hey, harper, “ evan said, words conversational and light as he slung what could perhaps be called an overly - familiar arm around the hufflepuff’s shoulder. but in his defense, it was so he could more easily tilt his head down to whisper to her, “ do you have any fucking clue what those two are going after each other about? “ the pair of them weren’t really in the crowd that had gathered around two third years ( if he had to put a guess to their age ) currently engaged in a rather scathing screaming match right in front of the entrance to a staircase. it seemed kind of a poor place to air your dirty laundry in his opinion, but then, he could respect that at least one of them had a flair for the dramatics. “ ‘cause I do need to get to care of magical creatures, but if it’s about something juicy I could stand to be late. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ harper macmillan. )#does the gif even really work or am i just hyped abt them both being in it??#the answer may shock you!!!

@oflucivs

evan didn’t like to think of himself as the sort of person who really ‘ played favorites. ’ like, everyone had preferences sometimes and that was only natural or whatever, but for the most part he was at least diplomatic enough to cover that shit up. evan genuinely liked his dormmates fine enough; you don’t spend seven years living in each other’s pockets without at least getting to a comfortable place with one another. still; ( there was always a still, always a but ) evan thought that sometimes lucius was one of the easiest to be around. evan didn’t have to be so, fucking … on his toes around him, or at least, it didn’t feel like he had to be. when he walked into their dormitory and saw only the other seventh year around, something like relief settled over him like a cool shower. the grin he tossed lucius’ way was easy & genuine, as were his words when he said, “ hey, stranger. you done for the day, too? “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ lucius malfoy. )

@ahzking

“ my man, “ evan crowed when he caught sight of oz walking in the opposite direction past him. he knew that some of the volume of his greeting was probably gonna be lost on gryffindor, but he did appreciate the way that his yelling always seemed to clear a path in the crowds right when he needed it to. real convenient, that, as it let him shove his way against the flow of foot traffic to put himself nearer to oz. “ man, I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve gotten to catch up with you, “ he continued at a more respectable volume now that he wasn’t trying to force his way through a crowded hallway as he spoke. he raised a brow at oz, giving him a quick once - over, maybe played up just a little bit more than it had to be. evan just wouldn’t be himself without some slight overreacting. “ you’re lookin’ alright, like those eyebrows have both grown back in over the summer and everything. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ oz king. )

vcvxan:

“ you deserve it. ” it could be said that vivian was in feud of one with evan. never seeking out the attention that she secretly craved, the ravenclaw was uncharacteristically wounded at her cousins long awaited appearance. it was pathetic really, she knew it. she’d silently berate the neediness of others and here she was wallowing in the same emotions she judged so harshly. her circle was kept tight with purpose and while it would take her a day to effectively account for all the ways in which she was related to the purebloods that walked the same halls, evan was her true and chosen family. she supposed this is what it felt like to have a sibling - a constant thorn in your side but one that kept your heart ticking with intrigue and affection. “ all of those people aren’t family. nice to know where i am on your list of priorities. ” a hint of truth blended with a teasing tone provided a peculiar cocktail, just like the honey water and mallowsweet that had been carefully poured into her cauldron. she had no intention of dampening the mood despite her mothers insistence that she had an umatched talent for it. “ i’m no seer but i have a suspicion that you’re after something. ”

“ I mean, yeah, I probably do, “ evan said, acquiescing easily to vivian the way he only ever did to family. maybe to his detriment ( lord knew he could stand to say no to his dad a little more often ) but he found it easy enough to take point from vivian here. there were few people in the halls of the castle who could tell him he deserved even play - acted pain and have him take them seriously, but he found that — yeah, here, at least, he trusted viv’s judgement more than his own, and was already plotting a series of little apologies to follow this conversation. you could never play it too safe when trying to court forgiveness from someone, evan thought; he didn’t often ask for forgiveness, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to get it anyway. evan was seldom serious, but he made himself drop any teasing from his face and tried to hammer some respectability into his words while he was at it. “ you’re right, they’re not family. I’m not gonna have to deal with any of them after next year unless I want to, “ he said, a slight shrug accompanying the explanation. “ and I figure I’m lucky enough to always have you around, so I didn’t rush anything until I figured we’d have some real time to catch up. but I still could’ve snagged you for a hug ‘ hello ‘ in the meantime. “ he let himself drop a little of his seriousness, shaking it off like a set of robes he hadn’t worn since fourth year. the light smile he tossed vivian’s way felt much more comfortable on his face, probably as a side - effect of using it more than anything earnest. “ thank merlin you’re not a seer, “ he said, a joking scoff underlying the words. “ I get enough of the seer - wannabe’s in divination. no, but, I guess I might be after something — just a little of that aforementioned catching up, if you’ve got the time is all. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ vivian greengrass. )

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