disturbia

Walden had felt as if he had been in a rut lately. Since the party, even before the fight, he had begun to feel trapped. He felt the pressure of trying to make influential friends but he also felt the desire to be with Fabian Prewett, a relationship that would not be approved by Bellatrix Black and Walden just wasn’t ready to put his connections on the line like that. That’s why when he caught Evan leaving the Slytherin common room that night, he had decided to accompany the boy rather than ignore him. Who didn’t like a midnight drinking session? 

They had snuck out the castle and now head down to the Quidditch pitch, a place they both knew they wouldn’t be caught by prefects or the teaching staff. “-- and that’s how I broke it.” He said, slightly out of breath. It was harding walking down the slippery hill to the pitch with nothing but the light from a lumos spell. “You seem like you’ve broken your nose before? Have you?” 

Walden’s heart was racing as adrenaline flooded his system. ‘What if I did?’, Evan’s intentions were clear and tonight had now taken an unexpected turn, a turn that Walden wasn’t against. He reached for the fire whiskey and took another heavy swig, maintaining his smirk. “Well, I’m not used to using people as a distraction, but I can understand where that comes from and I’ve definitely used things as distractions from the world.” Getting drunk at Hestia’s party, getting in a fist fight with Landon, hell, even Fabian was a distraction to a certain extent. Fabian. Walden actually cared for Fabian, he really did. The 7th year had become a light in a world of darkness and a part of Walden clinged to that, hoping that one day Fabian might pull him out of this all, escape from his family and blood purism pressure. But a large part of Walden believed that Magic was Might and that pure blood should be kept clean. It’s what his mother taught him, it’s what his father taught him, it’s what his friends say and believe. This tension inside himself, the secret relationship with Fabian Prewett, that’s what he needed a distraction from, and that had presented itself in the form of Evan Rosier.

“But yeah, if you’re lucky, I might be your distraction tonight.” He teased. “Or maybe, I’ll use you as my distraction.” He bit his lip as he slowly leaned into Evan’s personal space. “Or, you might have to crawl back to the castle and find some other desperate witch or wizard to be your distraction after I drink you under the bleachers!” He said playfully as he swiftly backed away and took another swig of the whiskey and offered the bottle back to Evan.

Evan has always been one to find a way to what he wants. Si vous ne trouvez pas de chemin, faites-en un. If you can’t find a path make one. Words of his family moto he’d uttered so frequently as a child and still to this day they lingered in the back of his mind as a permanent reminder never to be afraid to take what you wanted. Even at the sake of others. The raven haired Slytherin had developed a particular talent for getting what he wanted, no matter what it was. Whether that be through his words and more recently through his building aggression for the world; pussy footing around topics had never been Evan’s forte. He was direct, maybe some would say too blunt and brutally honest. But whoever said that making it know what you want and asking direct questions was ever a bad thing? 

He couldn’t help his smirk turn into a almost devilish grin. “I don’t think I’d be overly mad at being used by you.” Evan spoke before taking another drag from his cigarette. “Desperate? You make it sound like I’m sneaking around with creatures of the night.” Wasn’t he though? Weren’t they all desperate for something one way or the other. Tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette, he took a moment to turn his head and really look over the other’s features; fully detailing them in his mind. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he could swear they looks different under the moonlight. “Umm perhaps it’s my impeccable charm and charisma they can’t ignore.” The male spoke sarcastically. “What was it you said earlier? Some people might find it hot.” Evan spoke with a grin, nudging him likely before moving to grab the bottle of whiskey and take a sip as if to prove his next point. “Luckily for you I’m a seasoned professional at holding my liquor. Careful- Don’t drink too much I wouldn’t want to have to drag your ass back to the castle if you can’t keep up.” The male joked sarcastically with a scoff before offering the bottle over to him.  @waldxnmacnair​

Taking a drag from her cigarette, Andromeda looked to her cousin. The razor’s edge sharpness to his voice had began after his father had died. Her uncle had been a kind eccentric man, who hadn’t gone to as many family gatherings as her other aunt and uncle- which was probably wise of him. He had been the least intense person in their family besides herself and Regulus. Andromed had found his death quite diffiuclt, though she couldn’t imagine what her cousin was going through and didn’t persume to. So instead they smoked in near silence and she didn’t ask any questions she thought he wouldn’t be able to answer without getting irritable, as he mostly was these days.

Exhaling the smoke, Andromeda mirroed his movements and tapped the end of her own cigarette before replying. “I did, I went as Nyx, goddess of the night. Seemed fitting since most of our family are named after stars. Was nice, hung around with Scarlet and Lucinda saw a bit of Narcissa and Bellatrix. Didn’t get too drunk, I think I’m tired mostly.” Looking down to her cigarette she paused before taking another drag. “It’s been a rough couple of days, the school is suffocating at times and I’m starting to get a little sick of it.” Between the kiss, the article and Amelia’s comments about her sister, Andromeda had started to fully realise the effect people’s opinions on blood purity had been having on the rest of the students. It had always been there, the privilege and the meanness, but this felt different. “Anyway, what about you- did you go the party or were you busy serving another detention?”

He couldn’t help but quirk an eye brow lightly as he glanced to the side at his cousin. Of course Evan could relate. Tired seemed to be his permanent state. As if his mind wasn’t troubled enough, the lack of sleep only left his mind more irritable. Too haunted by his past to fully escape his mind at night and too busy trying to numb his present to feeling let himself feel anything. It was a relentless cycle and Evan was exhausted. As draining as he felt Hogwarts often was, it was sadly better than home which was laced with too many bitter memories. Whenever he was home, particularly around his mother, everything felt like it ran in slow motion. Often it felt like his hands were still stained red. Not that he would ever fully be able to rinse himself clean, it felt as if some how they were permanently discoloured, marked. But home, he sore it could see it. Smell it, as if iron still lingered in the air and salt from tears leaving a ominous shadow over the Rosier house. Smoke clinging to every surface from when Evan had taken to burning every rose bush they had because all he ever saw when he looked at the white roses was flashes of them stained red. Despite how many times the house elf cleaned, it was still the same. It was always be the same. Only as the years grew on, the bitter regret only deepened in Evan’s chest as the murmurs and muffled cries of his morning mother echoed the hallowed halls. He understood tired. Evan had been a walking ghost for years. 

Jaw tightening he took a long drag from the cigarette perched between his lips as if that could distract himself from his thoughts and draw his focus back to his cousin. “Do you want to talk about it?” The male offered with a light quirk of his eye brow as he turned his head to look at her. It was a genuine offer and one that he mainly reserved for his family. “I went, I didn’t last long though. I couldn’t exactly tolerate so many students dressed in muggle associated costumes so I left and got drunk in the astronomy tower. Didn’t fancy being a complete dickhead that night.” If anything his anger at seeing everyone dressed up like that had rooted too deep in his chest it almost broke the last remaining pieces of his heart. That muggles were being celebrated like that after what had happened to his father? He couldn’t stay and watch everyone like that, it was just another reminder of how little anyone seemed to care. “It was fine, probably had more fun on my own than I would have there anyway.” @gentlehxrt​

From the very beginning, Bella always believed her family was destined to be great and hold big positions of power and that belief only increased when she met the Dark Lord the first time. But she knew her sisters were very indifferent to the way she did things, sometimes even turning the other way while she went off about blood purity, so she turned to her other family. Sirius was never part of the equation, the proof showing up when he was finally disowned but Regulus and Evan were different. When she had been told of Evan’s father dying at the hands of a filthy muggle, she made sure to reach out to her cousin and pull him deeper into her beliefs. He had anger that she could harness into power and darkness, making a great ally in the palm of her hands. This past year making she took the same path with Regulus and his anger with his brother leaving them. Even if it looked bad from the outside, the brunette did care for them and wanted them to success in the world she was trying to create. “Some Hufflepuffs, you say,” She smirked, “Now that will be enjoyable.”

As he spoke her name, her eyes moved slowly towards him and amused smile followed, “Of course I know you. But we all have our days and I wasn’t going to judge you, just this once, if you weren’t able to handle yourself.” Her eyes fell onto the cigarette in his hand, a habit she herself had never gotten into. “Please, as if you don’t know me,” Bella scoffed, hating the among of times she had been approached on the topic, brushing it off in favor of a drink. “Powerful ruler is what I was going for and wouldn’t hear the end of the Muggle aspect, fuck that. Never associating with that again.”

“We might even find a young Gryffindor while we’re at it, you know how easily they tend to get rivaled up in their noble fits of passion.” Scoffing, he shook his head lightly with dismay. Though they were not the most easy house to get along with - though notably Evan tended to stay within the Slytherin house hold -, they were fun to poke once in a while just for the fun of it. If he was feeling particularly full of anguish, it would typically linger around the Gryffindor table. Knowing he’d easily be able to pick a fight or two when it came to their often hot headed braver. Stupidity if you asked Evan.

“The day I can’t hold my liquor is the day I’m seven feet under and it seeps out of my bones. Even then when i’m burning in hell, I plan on doing shots with Lucifer.” Evan spoke sarcastically, a devilish grin pulling onto his features as he took a final long drag from his cigarette before stubbing it out on the wall. Scoffing, he rolled his eyes as he looked over to his cousin. “Don’t lie you know you fucking would, you’d mock the shit out of me.” The male spoke as he glanced to the side at his cousin. It was all fun and games though. As bitter and resentful as Evan had grown since his fathers death, he always held some amusement and granted a soft spot - as much as he would deny it - for his family. Specifically Bellatrix. “Sorry to burst your bubble but it’s what you get for dressing up as a muggle. Even if she was a powerful ruler. You should have gone as female Grindelwald, that would have given them something to talk about. Did you have fun though? @bellaxblack​

Walden had felt as if he had been in a rut lately. Since the party, even before the fight, he had begun to feel trapped. He felt the pressure of trying to make influential friends but he also felt the desire to be with Fabian Prewett, a relationship that would not be approved by Bellatrix Black and Walden just wasn’t ready to put his connections on the line like that. That’s why when he caught Evan leaving the Slytherin common room that night, he had decided to accompany the boy rather than ignore him. Who didn’t like a midnight drinking session? 

They had snuck out the castle and now head down to the Quidditch pitch, a place they both knew they wouldn’t be caught by prefects or the teaching staff. “-- and that’s how I broke it.” He said, slightly out of breath. It was harding walking down the slippery hill to the pitch with nothing but the light from a lumos spell. “You seem like you’ve broken your nose before? Have you?” 

Walden was caught off by his question and hesitated for a moment, deciding on the best answer. “I bet you wish I thought you were hot.” He teased with his classic grin. “But no. I think you’re pretty average.” He did not think that Evan was pretty average. Perhaps it was the mystery about him or the fact that Walden knew that he was broken and Walden wanted to do something to help him, or perhaps it was just the fact that he was really fit, but yes. Evan Rosier caused Walden’s heart to race.

Walden flinched as he realised that he had dived a bit too deep for a casual conversation but it was too late now. And besides, Walden was so over the Halloween party and everyone chatting about his and Landon’s fault. He didn’t understand why so many people took landon’s side. They were both as guilty as the other and it wasn’t his fault that Landon couldn’t pack a punch otherwise Walden might have been in the infirmary as well. “It’s how they’re expected.” He repeated with a nod. “And it’s supposed to be that way.” The second part was more of a parroted response, something that had been engraved in him since he was a child. “I can understand the distraction part.” He was about to ask if Walden was currently a distraction when Evan spoke. Walden was glad it was dark otherwise the other might have noticed how red his cheeks had just become. “I guess I’m your distraction tonight then.” He smirked. “You’re welcome.” He moved a bit closer to Evan. “This better?”

Evan couldn’t help the light scoff that fell off his lips, a light amusement casting over his features as he settled in his seat. Lifting his black booted feet up to rest on the seat in front of him. Of course though Evan knew he was attractive from an observation point of view and the fact that enough people had told him such. Granted he was a little vain and took pride in his appearance, but even he could admit it was always nice to hear. “What if I did?” With Walden’s response he couldn’t help a low chuckle fall off his lips. "Pretty average? You wound my fragile ego." Evan spoke sarcastically, though their was a small smirk pulled onto his lips as he raised his cigarette to take another long drag. Head tilting back to let the smoke curl out of his lips before his eyes focused on the night sky.

The last thing that Evan really wanted to talk about right now was blood. Of course he had his opinions, but they all stemmed back to thinking about his father. That’s where it was all rooted wasn’t it? He didn’t want to talk or think about blood when the very thing that influenced his thoughts on it was just what he wanted to forget. And thankfully, he could feel the alcohol consumed was starting to take some what of an effect. Though his brows knitted briefly as he tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette, questioning: “You can? I don’t know, you didn’t take me as being the distraction type.” It was a compliment really more than anything. Normally the people that he found distractions with were equally as fucked up as he was; because really they both wanted the same thing. To get out of their heads even for a moment. “Are you volunteering?” Watching Walden’s features, Evan become aware of how much of a bad idea it really would be. It was fundamentally a bad idea, especially considering they were dorm mates. But when had he ever been built on good ideas as of recently? There was always something careless all be it a little reckless that eased the chaos in his chest. As if by doing that it would undo everything. Some how as if the chaotic nature of his presence could out do the chaotic destruction of his past. His full attention turning to Walden, his jaw tightening slightly as he watched the other move closer to him. A small lingering smirk still laced on his features as he uttered: "Better.” Feeling a small heat risking in his chest, though this time he knew it wasn’t the whiskey but the male it front of him. “Are you sure you want that? To be my distraction for the night?" @waldxnmacnair​

“Hello Evan” She greeted her cousin smiling back at him. She really did like her cousin, sure, he didn’t have the last name Black but really the Rosier’s were pretty much the same as the Blacks in her mind. And after everything that happened with his father she was even more set on him being part of the family. After all family really was the most important thing, and family had to stick together. “Do I? Hm that’s interesting, although I can’t say something terribly good happened.” She could think of something but she wasn’t going to say anything or make it a bigger thing than it was. “I took quite a few points from a  group of Gryffindors the other day, and they already are so low on them, it may be that?”

Setting a silver book mark into the page, he closed the black leather bound book in his lap so he could divert his full attention to the other; quirking an eye brow lightly as he watched her. Though he didn’t believe her, he didn’t push. He knew he hated it when others did it to him so it wasn’t going to do the same, even if they were family. Besides his attention was quickly diverted when she changed the topic onto taking points off Gryffindor. It sounded almost like music to his ears. A light smirk pulling onto his feature, he questioned curiously: “Well that’s something. Delight me, tell me what were the buffoons doing this time to deserve it?” @black--daffodil​

Walden had felt as if he had been in a rut lately. Since the party, even before the fight, he had begun to feel trapped. He felt the pressure of trying to make influential friends but he also felt the desire to be with Fabian Prewett, a relationship that would not be approved by Bellatrix Black and Walden just wasn’t ready to put his connections on the line like that. That’s why when he caught Evan leaving the Slytherin common room that night, he had decided to accompany the boy rather than ignore him. Who didn’t like a midnight drinking session? 

They had snuck out the castle and now head down to the Quidditch pitch, a place they both knew they wouldn’t be caught by prefects or the teaching staff. “-- and that’s how I broke it.” He said, slightly out of breath. It was harding walking down the slippery hill to the pitch with nothing but the light from a lumos spell. “You seem like you’ve broken your nose before? Have you?” 

“He’s a fucking piece of work.” He nodded, a little too enthusiatically than he should have been. He took a swig of fire whiskey and decided to take another before passing the bottle back to Evan. Walden could tell that Evan was being sarcastic but he laughed and shrugged, “Yeah actually. That seems to decribe you to the tee.” He stretched himself out alongside Evan and looked out at the foggy night sky. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad thing. Some would think it’s really hot actually.” He smirked and reached for the fire whiskey again.

“Okay then. If you don’t want to talk about that shit, then what else do you want to talk about?” He paused, thinking about conversation topics and feeling the burn of the whiskey down his throat. He wanted to open up to Evan about how he was feeling and how he felt like he had lost his since of identity, but he wasn’t sure how Evan would react to that. “So I’m assuming that there’s some sort of pressure to keep the sacred bloodline clean right? Does that ever influence who you date? Do you even date?” Walden could draw parralels between that and how he felt like he shouldn’t be ‘dating’ a blood-traitor, if dating is what you could call it since it was such a secret to everyone. “And how do you know what’s your opinion versus an opinion that’s been forced upon you?” He mused. “It’s a shame the stars aren’t clear, it would have been a pretty great sight.”

“Then there is your answer.” Evan couldn’t help but scoff slightly at the others reaction, shaking his head as he moved to grab his cigarettes out of his pocket. Plucking one and and pursing it between his lips till he was able to find his wand to light it. Taking a long drag, he tilted his head back lightly to let the smoke curl from his lips with a pleasure sigh from his lips. Before offering the pack to the other. Though he couldn’t help but quirk an eye brow at the others words, watching with a small smirk only caught by the dim light illuminating from their wands and the night sky, as he settled down next to him. “Some might think it’s hot? Do you?” He questioned, his smirk growing a little before he shook his head lightly and took another drag from his cigarette. 

“Merlin- I was going to suggest something like the Halloween Party. You’re really going in deep with that shit aren’t you.” Evan grumbled under his breath, grabbing the bottle with his spare hand and tacking a long swig before giving it back to Walden. “I don’t date anymore, I have distractions. It’s simpler.” The male spoke simply keeping his eyes up on the night sky. He didn’t want the emotion that came attached with dating someone. Matters of the heart always ended up complicated. Recently, there wasn’t a point where trusting and letting someone that close to his heart was an option. How could it be? Before that’s what it had been. As far as pure blood families go, the expectations for him had been alot simpler. Marry well and a pureblood, bare a son to carry on the family name, don’t befriend mudbloods. But after his father was murdered, everything changed.

Sighing, he shook his head lightly as he tapped the ash off the end of his cigarette. “I don’t know.” The male spoke honestly as his jaw tightened. “I never questioned it.. then my dad died and- things changed. I changed.. I just knew there wasn’t another option after that. As far as bloodlines, it was expected; it’s just things are. How they should be. I knew it before everything but-..” Shaking his head he cut himself off taking another long swig from the bottle. He could barely talk about his dad, only when he’d had atleast a few drops of alcohol past his lips. It was the only time it was bearable. He was about to ask Walden about his dating life when the last words caught on his ears and he turned his head to look at him. Pausing for a moment as a small smirk pulled onto his features before he uttered: “I don’t know. I’ve got a pretty great sight from where I’m sitting.” @waldxnmacnair​

Hestia tried to stand her ground as he moved unnervingly close to her. Unfortunately he was taller than her, so that certainly didn’t help. Still she would try her best to hide how uncomfortable he made her. She knew people like him got off on that sort of thing and she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. His words filled her with a level rage she didn’t even know she was capable. Any fear she had temporarily disappeared. “Stay away from him” he snarled back at him. Really he should’ve known better than to essentially threaten Amos. She would walk through the fires of hell and back for him “Or i swear.” It would be best for Evan if he didn’t underestimate her. Whatever the consequences for her.

“He has every right to be here, this obsession you lot have with blood status, it’s sickening, it really is” Hestia didn’t often speak of it. She was privileged enough that it wasn’t something she had to think about constantly. “What so sleeping with your own cousins to keep the line pure, that’s the way forward” she shook a head and couldn’t help but let a laugh escape “you’re pathetic, you really are.”

Hestia was quiet for a few seconds before her speech sunk in. The adrenaline was dying out now and the fear was creeping in. Still she needed to pretend she wasn’t afraid of him. “Well you’re going to have to, because i’m not moving” she hoped that had come out as firmly as she’d imagined it in her mind. She subconsciously put her hand in her pocket, curling it around her wand. She would be surprised if he let her get away with what she’d just spouted at him.

He couldn’t help the amused almost - devilish grin - that pulled onto his features as she snarled at him. It was cute how much she was trying, it really was. It was a nice effort, but if she thought that litte display was going to intimidate someone like him, really she had another thing coming. “You- huh.. you still love him. Don’t you? It’s written all across that pretty-” He paused to raise one of his hand and move a strand of hair over her shoulder before continued, pausing with every word: “Little. Face of yours. Why are you defending him um? When he’s off with that offer half blood. What’s her name again, Wren? Poor little Hestia, did he find someone better?”

“You swear what? What would you do um?” Evan asked with a light quirk of an eye brow as he watched every little flicker of her facial expression. “Um I think I’ll pass sleeping with my cousins, that’s a little too ancient Rome for my tastes.” With a light ‘t’ of his tongue, a small pout formed on his features as his faced turned placid. Raven like eyes watching her every move, almost calculating. He didn’t move away from a second, his feet planted in the cobble stones under their feet, being only a mere few inches from her at this point. With a simply flick of his hand he’d pulled his wand out from his pocket and raised it. Pressing the tip of it under her chin, a little hard just enough to cause some kind of discomfort. “You think you’re so brave don’t you?” Rosier spoke, his voice quiet as he watched her, tilting his head lightly to the side. “You’re a traitor- sympathizing with them.” He hissed, a harshness pulling onto his features as he leaned a little closer. “You picked the wrong side Jones. Pity too.. you could have had so much potential.” He paused for a moment, features tightening as he practically challenge in a low snarl: “Say it again.. I dare you.” @hestia-jonesy​

She tilted her head with a smile. Being underestimated was her specialty, and comfortable ground to walk for her. Rarely anyone ever saw her, a relatively unknown Ravenclaw Prefect, and thought ‘best potions-maker in the castle,’ ‘practiced occlumens,’ ‘highly skilled and morally neutral’ or ‘speaks five languages but prefers maths.’ And she was intent on keeping it that way, for that was what had insured her survival for seven years now. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to trust anyone?” she asked, unable to hide the smile at the corner of her lips. “Seems a bit short-sighted for a Slytherin to let your guard down at the sight of a blue tie,” she said with a grin. “Although, you’re not wrong on this one. I can help coming up with all sorts of unheard of hexes, and you can deal with the… well, hexing part of it all.” She wouldn’t go crying wolf, for sure, but that didn’t mean she had any pleasure in hurting others, especially not children who were just being children.

She pursed her lips, unsure about letting his use of sweetheart slide. She was most definitely notanyone’s sweetheart. “Septima Vector,” she said extending her hand towards him. “Although that’d be alright with me; I’ll take casse-couille over sweetheart any day. And you are?

Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to trust anyone

Scoffing lightly he averted his eyes away from her and to the floor, jaw tightening slightly. Because she had, so many times over. It had always been a common theme in the Rosier house. They’d kept the familiar inseclur enough, he grew up knowing who he could trust and who he shouldn’t. However especially after his father had died, the notion it felt like it was edge into his skin. Don’t trust anyone. It was safer that way, easier. Trust was held only for his family, for his blood. The rest he always held a ounce of mistrust in. "Who said I’d let my guard down?" Rosier challenged with a light roll of his eye brows and shake of his head. The male had so many walls and barricades at this point, he was never seen without at least one still standing. 

He didn’t believe for a moment that she was the type to actually help him hex someone. Especially if it were to be the ones that he was complaining about prior. Though he noted it. After all, he could always be a little persuasive if necessary. Septima Vector. He made a note of the name. Granted, it didn’t necessarily sit well that he didn’t recognize it. He'd done his best to remember the names of all the wizards he thought noteworthy to befriend and know. Of course there was always a chance he’d missed one, but he doubted it. Though, it didn’t stop his initial intrigue for the other. “Mademoiselle casse-couille. It has a nice ring to it.” The male uttered sarcastically as he looked over his features. “Who knew you were such a fan of formal introduction.” Granted hesitant for a moment looking from her hand back up to her with a quirked brow. But he shook it all be a little reluctantly as he spoke simply: “Evan Rosier.” @vectorss​

“Well if you’d saved your breath, instead of being rude, we wouldn’t be here in the first place” Hestia was always intimidated by people like him. She was no fool, she knew they were unpredictable, and had no regards for anyone else’s feelings. She also knew somebody had to stand up to them though, as scared as she was inside. It wasn’t even about her, it was about the younger students who often came away trembling and terrified. She had to do what she could. She knew she could hold her own if these things ever turned in to a dual.

“You know you don’t own the castle, right” she stated “it’s one of things you actually can’t buy”

“I can walk and linger wherever I please” She continued, standing her ground. Making a mental note of which pocket her wand was stored in “despite what bullies like you believe”

Evan couldn't help the all be it slight smile that crept onto his features as he listened to her drag on and on. Devilish and untrustworthy, as if he’d just found a new toy to play with. Pushing himself up off the wall from where he was sitting, he folded his arms across his chest loosely as he eyes her. Raven like eyes, glances up her frame before settling on her features. Hufflepuff, this could be fun.

"Cute." Evan uttered, with tight features. Standing almost he was sure unfortunate close in front of her. "You think I'd want to buy this dump? Huh, maybe I should. Things would be alot cleaner without dirty blood roaming the halls. Like- oh that’s that boy you’re so found on. Amos Diggary is it? Of course he’d be one of the first to go along with all the mudbloods. Half blood filth, it’s no place here.” Really he was testing to the waters to see if he could get a reaction out of her.

“Me? Rude? I wouldn't dream of it.” Evan spoke with mere light shrug of his shoulders. “I'm sorry where are my manners." The raven haired boy paused as he steadied his stance. Leaning that little bit closer only to intimate her. "How about you please, fuck off. Trust me when I say, you don't want to make me ask you again.” @hestia-jonesy​

Walden had felt as if he had been in a rut lately. Since the party, even before the fight, he had begun to feel trapped. He felt the pressure of trying to make influential friends but he also felt the desire to be with Fabian Prewett, a relationship that would not be approved by Bellatrix Black and Walden just wasn’t ready to put his connections on the line like that. That’s why when he caught Evan leaving the Slytherin common room that night, he had decided to accompany the boy rather than ignore him. Who didn’t like a midnight drinking session? 

They had snuck out the castle and now head down to the Quidditch pitch, a place they both knew they wouldn’t be caught by prefects or the teaching staff. “-- and that’s how I broke it.” He said, slightly out of breath. It was harding walking down the slippery hill to the pitch with nothing but the light from a lumos spell. “You seem like you’ve broken your nose before? Have you?” 

Walden couldn’t help but let out a scoff. “Yeah, I do don’t I?” Not only did his face have new bruising, but the bags under his eyes had become noticeable. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, he was having a huge morality struggle that often kept him awake at night. “I don’t ever have to use my right hook, do I? So why speak about it?” This was true, he’d become too used to using spells and stuns that an old fashioned punch never came to mind. Except for this time. This time he really just wanted to plant on and really feel it. “I think he deserved it, but I’ve been told that that doesn’t mean it was right.” He sighed. Many of his friends had deemed it childish and uncontrolled, and Walden knew it probably wasn’t his best moment, but sometimes you just had to let the anger out, and by the sounds of it, that’s something Evan dealt with often too.

“As if I’d even think about asking a mudblood to perform magic.” He huffed, “No, I got Tristram to do it. That’s what mates are for right?” He followed Evan as they now entered the quidditch stands and climbed up one of the towers. They came across a couple of locked doors and fences, but it was nothing an unlocking charm couldn’t handle. “You’d probably look good with a black eye, it would suit your aesthetic.” He laughed, nudging the other lightly.

“Yeah well. A few things. Maybe I’ll tell you after the first bottle.” He teased. “I’m assuming you also have things on your mind considering you need such a heavy nightcap?”

Of course Evan had noticed the other seemed to be sleeping less. Being dorm mates and with he himself awake for large portions of the night it hadn’t fallen on his blind side. If anything the bags under the others eyes matched those that felt like they were deeply rooted under Evan’s now. Scoffing lightly he simply uttered a “Touché.” in response. Though of course magic was Evan’s first line of defense, it didn’t mean he hadn’t become overly liberal with his fists the past year or so. He found a kind of sanctum in it. While he of course enjoyed the elegance that came with magic; there was something about making fist contact. The adrenaline, the pain, the feeling that it gave him. That for once, it let his anger subside. It didn’t leave him as hollow as he so usually felt. It was another distraction. Just like he used cigarettes, alcohol and other people for. It left a stinging on his hand and a fire in his chest that some times made it easier to breathe with the distraction of the pain. 

Scoffing lightly he quirked an eye brow lightly as he questioned: “And who told you that? Did it make you feel good? Was he a piece of shit? Then he deserved it. From what I’ve heard he sounds like a particularly irritating piece of work.” Though of course it was rare for Evan to tolerate people let alone like them. That was reserved for a select few. 

He couldn’t help the smirk pull onto his features at the others words. Good, he thought, atleast he wasn’t turning soft like so many others seemed to be doing with the joke that was ‘Magic for Peace’ taking center stage. Pathetic excuse of a club. When had muggles ever been interesting in peace? They were just as volatile if not more so that them. Quirking an eye brow at his comment, the male shook his head lightly amused. “My aesthetic? What a black eye to match my brooding face, bitter regrets, black coffee and cigarettes?” The male spoke sarcastically, shoving him back lightly as they settled into the seats. Moving to open his black satchel with a handy extension charm, he uttered ‘accio fire whiskey’ and popped open the first bottle. Taking a swig of it, barely wincing as the sting of the alcohol ran down the back of his throat. By this point, he was used to it. “And I’m not going to be telling you about that no matter how much I drink so don’t even fucking ask.” Evan spoke, jaw tightening momentarily as he took another swing from the bottle before offering it over to his room mate. Dragging a hand through his hair before leaning back, elbows resting on the back bench as he blew a puff of air from his cheeks. @waldxnmacnair​

“Have you seen this shit” Lucius said, slamming the Daily Prophet down in front of his friend. It was a small article near the back of the paper, telling of how extra protection was been given to muggle villages after a string of small acts. Ridiculous. “Why are we wasting resources on them, don’t they have their own people. What a joke”

“In the back of the paper too” Lucius continued. This is what he hated about them, so weak that they were taking resources from his own world. More proof of why they should cut their bond with them. Send the muggleborns back where they came from “try to sneak it under our noses, like we’re too stupid to notice”

Evan’s chest tightened. Bitterness rooting deep into his veins as he felt his anger boil. Of course it stroke too close to home. After the death of his father by the hand of a mere muggle, the ministry never put a second thought to it. They had done nothing. As if his father’s life was some how less than someone as inferior as a muggle. They hadn’t even tried, labeled it as an accident and tried to cover it up. Yet here they were protected them? It was a surprise he hadn’t broken the mug in his hand with how tight his grip had become. “They deserved it.” The male snarled lowly. Two less muggle families to worry about and hurt anyone. “They have the audacity to protect them yet when the roles are reversed and a wizard is murdered at the hands of a muggle-” The word like venom in his mouth. “- they pretend it was merely an accident? Useless pieces of shit.” The raven hair hissed through gritted teeth. “You know why it’s at the back, for all their precious filthy little mudbloods.” Raising his wand from his robe pocket, he shook his head with displeasure, uttering a bitter: “Incendio.” as he watched the paper ignite into flames under his finger tips. @kingofthemanor​

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