prince.

Shattered. That was the only emotion that she could process. Emma felt shattered. The rest was all a whirlwind. She could detect anger, she could detect betrayal, she could detect sadness, even — but none of those were ready to process yet. Plenty of her friends were Death Eaters, she was betrothed to one as well, and her very own cousin was a member of Grindelwald’s Army, but the fact that Evan had lied to her. Lied that he was in the same faction as the bitch who’d nearly murdered Zhenya… 

There it was, anger. It was like the embrace of a good friend, pushing away all the other emotions, the ones she couldn’t even bring herself to think of right now, pushing away all other thoughts and implications of this news. Anger hugged her tightly, and she let herself sink into it the same way she’d earlier sunk into Evan’s arms. 

“Don’t.” The word came out harsh — guttural, even. Seeing him reach for her was the final straw, the last drop to make the bucket overflow. “Try to touch me again, and I’ll kill you.” She’d done it before. How that had hurt her, how she’d hated herself for it afterward. She’d told him about that too, so he knew the severity of her threat. “You lied to me, Evan Rosier.” How could she know he hadn’t had a hand in organizing this too? How could she know that he hadn’t been aware Emma’s cousin was in danger and had been sent to distract her? 

“I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear from you, and I don’t want you in my life anymore. I hope that you never find joy again, I hope that the lies you tell will turn on you, I hope that everyone you ever find yourself trusting will stab yourself in the back. I wish you the worst for the rest of your life — and if you ever try to get close to me again, I will come through on my threat and end your horrible, pathetic existence myself.” 

Every word that tumbled out of Emma's lips felt like a punch to the gut, leaving him breathless and ragged. I don't want to see you, I don't want to hear from you, and I don't want you in my life anymore. She had brandished him with a withering glare, and he felt his heart tear in his chest.

How long had this secret buried itself in his chest? How much time had he spent, pressing kisses into the woman he loved with this lie etched into this forearm? He’d wanted to tell her - Oh, how he wanted to tell her. With every kiss he placed on her lips, every time he’d let his head rest into the curve of her neck, every hand falling comfortably across her hips - he wanted to tell her. Had wanted to confess everything to her. 

And every single time he’d stopped himself, afraid of what she’d think of him. Afraid of how she would react. Afraid of how she would look at him. 

Like she was now.

Before, he would try to justify it all. This was for her own good, he’d think in those early hours of the morning, their bodies still pressed together, if she were to know, she would be at risk - they would want to recruit her next. Yet some part of himself always knew, deep down, that he was protecting himself from this.

“No - No! Emmy - Please.” His voice rose with every word, every syllable growing more and more desperate. “I know - I know, I lied - I wanted to tell you, every fucking day I wanted to tell you. But I didn’t, because I’m a bloody coward and I didn’t want to lose you - to have you look at me like that.” He reached out for her, his palm circling her wrist. “Em, I swear, on my life, that I didn’t have anything to do with this. Please, I’m begging you. Please just let me explain.”

WOULD YOU FUCK YOUR CLONE? ( part two )

There was something that had numbed inside of Emma after seeing Zhenya on her hospital bed like that. It had ruined every bit of bliss from the night before. Her fun at the Valentines dance, and then everything that had happened with Evan at the end and after it. Especially that — but right now, all she could see was her cousin, just as pale as the whites of her linens. That was because she’d been too busy, too actually fucking happy for once, life had to even the scales again, ruin that fleeting moment of joy she had in between the hell that had become her life. It hadn’t been hard to tell Evan she loved him. She’d known for a long time. Avoided it, even — especially with her betrothal to Amycus coming through. But Zhenya, her little cousin, the one she’d seen standing at her brothers’ grave years ago and put her arm around and never let go of, that was where her heart was at right now.

She stepped out of the Hospital Wing in an almost trance-like state, one of the Healers saying something about rest and more than enough visitors for Zhenya. Urging her to go back to the Great Hall, where it was safe. So of course, she stood in the hallway looking straight ahead for a full five minutes whilst she processed. She should go back to the Great Hall. Stay safe. But a part of her remained next to that hospital bed, near the petite brunette she considered her sister. Walking away felt wrong, like she was abandoning her again, like she was leaving her vulnerable again. But the Healers didn’t want her in there. 

“Emma!” The calling out of her name drew her out of that state, and she soon felt the security of Evan’s arms wrapped around her. It took only ten seconds of comfort, ten seconds of leaning her head against his chest and just letting herself breathe before she let go again. “Zhenya,” She croaked, barely a whisper. The tears from earlier were in her eyes again — distraught at just the name. “That bitch attacked Zhenya.” The second words came out stronger, like she wanted to make sure the world knew exactly how and what she felt about Charlotte Fawley. But then she saw them, wrapped around Evan’s lower arm.

Bandages —

Hastily her fingers grabbed onto his arm, pulling at them, pulling them off, panic hitting her with every breath, did she hurt you too, did she hurt you, did she hurt you? The words were frantically spilling off her lips, unable to bear the thought of Charlotte hurting both of the people she truly loved. She would kill her — take a page out of her darker housemates books, by literally checking those grimoires and their dark curses. 

“Oh,” It was barely a breath that came out of her mouth when she unwrapped the final bandage and did not find any wound under there — but something much worse. 

The Dark Mark.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Evan murmured as he pulled her in closer. “Zhenya will be alright. I promise.” He didn’t know if that was true. He didn’t know if anything would be alright. For all he knew, they could have set fire to the Great Hall as he spoke. He didn’t care. All Evan wanted now, all he ever wanted, all he will ever want was for Emma to feel safe. To let her pent-up aggression, her rage, her guilt, melt away in his arms.

“Hey- hey - I’m fine. It’s just’a scratch. Emma - “ Evan let out hurriedly, worry seeping into his voice. No no no no no. She couldn’t find out. She would think she was one of them. Which -he was, wasn’t he? A nasty little voice hissed in the back of his mind. He had chosen this, had willingly stuck his arm out for the Dark Lord, had pledged his life to the cause. He hadn’t known what he was getting himself into. Not the lives that were lost, not the havoc wrecked on behalf of his Master.

Maybe you deserve this.

“Em - “ He begged, covering her hand with his. But by then it was too late. She knew. As if on instinct, his mind raced, searching for a way to lie his way out of this- a way to convince her that he wasn’t that kind of man, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t lie to her. She couldn’t even look at him. He didn’t want her to. Evan knew the second that Emma laid her eyes on him, that she fixed him with that look of complete and utter betrayal, that he would break. “Emma,” He pleaded, desperately reaching for her. “Emmy, I can explain. Please.”

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Narcissa loved these Hogsmeade trips. Really she did. She needed it, too. With the suffocating presence of her father swallowing her whole from every wall and Lucius’ bitterness towards her for the drunken escapades she’d apparently had with Edgar. She thought some time spent there in that quaint little town with her family was precisely what the Healer ordered. She was smiling, about to take a sip of her tea when she heard the first scream. A loud, piercing scream and a flash of green. Without meaning to, she threw her tea and ducked behind the table, her small arm shooting in front of Andromeda as if that would do anything at all to keep the danger away. She looked at Evan, tried desperately to remember all of the spells and curses she could think of. 

“Protego!” She started off with a simple one as strangers donning white robes entered the small building. Terror coursed through her veins, her mind reeling as she thought of all of the people who she cared about that could be in danger. There were so few people on the list, and yet her mind was so consumed with the fear that she had grown distracted. The spell faltered and a spell hit her face, blood spilling from somewhere that she couldn’t worry about in that moment. No, in that moment, she was fighting with everything she had. An angry scream escaped her lips as she thought of the danger these people were putting her family in, and her wand practically moved without her telling it to. Petrificus Totalus! Incarcerous! Flipendo! Glacius! 

She did everything she could not to kill any of them but they were growing too close. “Reducto!” Narcissa screamed, the glasses around her enemies shattering and flying towards the hidden strangers. While it didn’t do damage to all of them, it seemed to shake their tightness a bit, especially when a large chunk of glass seemed to lodge itself into one of the stranger’s necks. Red blood poured onto the white fabric of their robes and Narcissa held her wand out before casting another. “Andie?! Evan?! We’ll get out of here it’s okay!,” she shouted to whoever could hear. 

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Evan was a simple boy, for the most part. And he had simple desires. He wanted to spend this beautiful January morning in a village with his cousins, spend far too much on chocolate, eat said chocolate and then meet up with Emma (she said she had to take care of some business for the first part of the morning, in which Evan, ever dutiful, just shrugged and agreed to) for what would be their first ever date. And sure, the thought that he would be going on an actual date with a girl rather than sneaking her around whatever secluded corner was most convenient. And yes, that might be a bit nerve-wracking but who cares? He had all the time in the world.

He had stopped by Honeydukes in pursuit of enough chocolate to last Emma and him through the entirety of their date. It wasn’t long before he got lost in thought in between the isles of acid pops and chocolate-cherry bonbons when he spotted his cousins Narcissa and Andromeda tuck into the cozy shop. He eagerly waved the two of them over and began to chat aimlessly. He was engaged in a heated debate with Andromeda over the merits of limited edition chocolate frog cards when a loud bang coursed through his ears. In seconds, the small confectionary shop was overrun with figures in white robes that blasted hexes and jinxes at the inhabitants. And then, Evan came to a realization.

His uncle was going to murder him.

Evan immediately moved in front of his two cousins. If his Uncle Cygnus found out that he had let his daughters get even a semblance of a scratch, he was as sure as dead himself. Well, maybe for Cissy anyways. He leaped into action, drawing his wand and firing off countercurses into the crowd of white-robed figures. “Relashio! Confringio!” Evan’s blood coursed through his veins and he could hear his pounding heartbeat thumping in his ears. A startling realization hit the back of his mind - he was enjoying this. The thrill of the fight. The exhilaration. The way his wand moved like an extension of himself, the spells leaving his lips before he could fully think them through. “Reducto! Locomotor Mortis!”

Character Posters: Evan Rosier