Coming Undone

Rosemary felt her face flush in frustration as she gave herself a swift mental kick for feeling desperate enough to ask someone that could so easily humiliate her. Boys were cruel. That was the first thing her mama taught her, that any woman taught her. All of her previous experience had been with the boys in church from her home town, and the very rare times their school mixed with the boys, and all of those experiences had left her feeling torn down. Virginia was a different world than London, and Chapel Field South was a different universe than Hogwarts. “I, uhm…” Her voice dropped as she met the eyes of his classmates, and she felt that all too familiar lump forming in her throat. “I have some…” What’re they called Rose, you know this– told herself, before sitting on her hands awkwardly. “I have some knuts I could– maybe a few sickles.”

A couple of the younger kids burst into giggles, clearly the most mature of their age, but Evan simply raised an eyebrow. Part of him wished she didn’t make this so easy, at least when they traded quip for quip he could lose himself in the banter. But this? Even he couldn’t ignore the small part of him that wanted to feel bad. However, he still had a reputation to keep.

Days had passed since the party, the attack and interrogations and she couldn’t quite put her finger on what connected them all but there was a common enemy showing up at all three – at least that would be the only thing that made sense. the interrogations seemed far too informal in her opinion and from what she’d heard all of them involved Dumbledore’s supposed drug ring. Though she didn’t understand why specific students attending a part had connections to anything Dumbledore was doing when everyone had been invited or why their family had been targeted in the attack. 

–Amelia was lost deep in thought, tapping the feather of her quill against her nose, oblivious to how much time had passed while she’d sat in the corner of the library. By the time she’d grown tired of thinking, curfew had passed by for two hours. The halls were dimly lit and though she wasn’t one to sneak around, Amelia avoided using her wand. It was best to quickly find her way to the tower without alerting all of the paintings with a lumos charm as they were the best at rumors. She rounded a corner, thinking it perfectly safe to walk blindly due to the curfew and rounds being over, but found herself crashing into someone else.

Her hand shot up to cover their mouth in case they felt the need to scream and held a finger over her own, releasing only when she thought they got the hint. “What are you doing out of bed? It’s after curfew…”

Wandering around at night had become second nature to Evan, his mind demanded constant vigilance that simply couldn’t cooperate with relaxing enough to sleep. It went a long way in explaining why he was often found napping instead of going to class. Tonight was no different and after spending 7 years navigating Hogwarts he was pretty good at avoiding detection.

So when someone’s palm clamped over his mouth his initial reaction was to lick it, and he did. The action didn’t match the glare he gave Amelia, but he was running on muscle memory and instinct. In an instant, his expression morphed into tired amusement as he scoffed, “So?”

“Well, yeah, sure, but I mean… what’s the worst that could happen?” Considering the sugar quills she was currently experimentally dousing in various amounts of firewhiskey as she spoke, probably a fair bit, but she chose to ignore that, instead testing different binding spells on each sugar quill.

Arms crossed and off to the side, Evan watched Marlene’s experiment with a minute amount of trepidation that he quickly shoved to the back of his mind. In truth, he just wanted a reason to not be himself for a while and becoming her guinea pig for the off chance he could get drunk sounded like the best idea at the time. With a shrug, he reached out for the firewhiskey, “We die ... like men.”

It was always a toss up if Evan was actually attending class or not and today the coin had landed on fuck no, leading to him sprawling out across a couch in the Slytherin common room struggling to take a nap. Sleep was always an elusive bitch, but the odd housemate pestering him to move certainly wasn’t helping. Barely listening, Evan cracked open one eye to glare at the latest disturbance and growled out, “Fuck off Carrow,” before rolling onto his side in an attempt to dismiss the other.

“I know that right now probably ain’t the time to be askin’, but could I look over your notes? I saw they looked so pristine and I’d just love to take a peek.” Rosemary drawled out, her voice meek and timid. “If I don’t pass defense against the dark arts I’m gonna be in a world of trouble.”

Glancing up, Evan nearly grimaced, ready to dismiss her without a second thought until he realized that they had a small audience, namely some of his housemates practically salivating in wait. So he gave them the show they wanted, flashing a wicked grin and leaning back with the notes in hand and out of her reach, “What’re you going to give me for them?”

“Autumn in Scotland is… beautiful, isn’t it?” She turned to the person leant on the opposite side of the window frame, looking out on the courtyard. “I do wish the circumstance of this Autumn was as beautiful. I just keep staring out windows trying to pretend nothing has happened and then I feel guilty for trying to forget.”

“It’s just a bunch of dead shit on the ground,” Evan mumbled, purposefully giving no thought into what came out of his mouth. If he took that second to think he might end up saying something genuine that, heaven forbid, revealed he has some sense of self-awareness, “No point getting emotional about it.”

Bellatrix was fed up with all the talk about the attack, it was pretty much the only conversation topic anywhere in the school. Hearing yet another person speak about it, the Slytherin turned round, raising her eyebrow. “Yes, i know how horrible this stuff was but can’t we talk about something else for a change?”

“Careful Trix,” Evan muttered dryly, his gaze still locked on his potions notes, unable to not overhear, “Someone might accuse you of being heartless.”

sup I’m Lemon and it’s been like ... 5 years since I’ve been in an hp rp so yeah I’m an old fart. Before I start getting into the spiel I just want to say EVAN IS AN ASSHOLE like he’s going to say some reprehensible shit and think some disgusting things. I’m never attempting to make an excuse for what he does or trying to gain sympathy for it. That being said he’s a fictional character so I am aiming for like a Vegeta/Zuko level redemption arc with him if I can get away with it.

Hey look link dump: STATS - BIO - WANTED

tldr version of everything with copious swearing tw: abuse

So Evan’s a dick but like his dad is a fucking monster and like 98% of what Evan does is because of him in some way

Being an OG Death Eater, dad wants Evan to be the next gen Rosier bastard

Childhood? What childhood? Evan wasn’t allowed to be a kid he had to learn how to be a child soldier

Hogwarts! Cool! Sorting hat wanted to put him in Gryffindor but Evan nearly broke down at the idea bcs satan father so Slytherin it was

Became stereotypical Slytherin purist asshole

Probably has been in a fight with your character, unless you’re a chick bcs that’s a line for him. watching your dad kick the shit outta your mom can do that

Has had many moments where he struggles against what his father wants bcs deep down like who the fuck wants to be a death eater/tool of war?

So yeah inner turmoil = major emotional problems and Evan lashes out A LOT and it’s only gotten worse now that he’s in his last year at Hogwarts

This is kinda his last chance to do anything about his situation but like he’s scared of what that would even mean

rambly connections I’m dying for

Think of Evan as like one of those fighting pit dogs that have never known anything else or had a chance. So y’know ... someone to show him that it doesn’t have to be like this? Bonus points if it’s with love! Bonus bonus points if it’s with a future order member.

Someone he doesn’t have to be anything around, although these moments would have to be secretive and probably happen like in the middle of the night somewhere outside. Let genuine Evan come out and make me feel sad.

Opposite end of everything, give me a future death eater asshole manipulating the shit out of Evan