She felt politely folded, a common stance at home in front of parents and their acquaintances. It seemed returned, he was nothing polite. “Yes.” Shy words followed a nod in agreement to what would inevitably have to be discussed. Since sixth year, Celia’s mind had diverted to interests and concerns of a different manner. Evan rarely crossed her mind unless perhaps Alecto mentioned something of the variety. “Expectations…” Repeating the phrase didn’t chance anything she knew that, but for the first time in a long time Celia felt a little dread. “I supposed you wanted…you wanted to work after graduation.” Ultimately, the decisions wouldn’t fall to them, as far as she could tell anyways. It was all the inner workings of their parents.
Evan looked up at her, and really took her in. She was beautiful - but the boy had no feelings towards her (as expected), they would come he told himself, one day. Evan licked his lips, “I was thinking of telling my parents I should do my apprenticeship with the Minister of Magic first before we get married, push it back by year,” he explained. “I mean it would be best if I had an actual job, I know we have our parents money but... I’d like to be able to support us myself, at least marginally,” he said, scratching the back of his. “I suppose you’ll want work too? Unless you didn’t want to...”









