e. rosier

a pleasant chill rolled down the red head’s back as she cleared her throat, her brow arching upwards in response to the swiftly delivered innuendo. she had to be kidding, and even if she wasn’t the thought alone was enough to tint the petite girls cheeks a deep crimson. ❝ fancy the good cop or bad cop, could go either way. ❞ the brunette was unrelenting and lily had a feeling it was intentional but for all intents and purposes, it seemed to be working. not that it would sway her from delivering the due punishment but it was eliciting a rather colourful reaction. ❝so far none are quite like you rosier, usually they just take the slap on the wrist and stalk off to their quarters but i’d rather you do the same if you’d be a doll?❞

            ❝   bad .  .  ?  who wouldn’t want to see that  ?  ❞      with lily’s blush came the first break of evan’s expression, teasing smile faltering and eyes betraying surprise.  ❝  ----never a’guessed the ‘ead girl liked to swish  and  flick.  ❞    her features had shifted, her gaze a touch more appreciative as she now studied lily. red hair, muggleborn, gryffindor, and apparently, full of surprises   ❝  wow . . . this is huge. real big. a right honor. ye’ trustin’ me like that. .callin’ me doll, too.  it’s like ye’ don’t know me at all.   ❞    evan touched a light hand to her collarbone, eyes widening with a bright eyed wonder. not that that couldn’t, of  course, be faked, but that usually required a bit of brain, or effort. neither of which, evan put much stock in cultivating     ❝   what if i get lost, gingersnaps ?  there’s a lotta riff raff ‘round. nah’ i’d rather ‘ave a big, bad copper to show me the way.  ❞  evan beamed, offering up her elbow with a glint in her pretty stare

❝ flattery will get you nowhere, rosier. ❞ that, of course, was bullshit. sure, lily was quite professional and it wasn’t completely uncommon to find students roaming the halls past curfew which inevitably lead to her following up on the duties bestowed upon her title. following through on that proved to be a bit difficult with students like evan, merely because a flustered little red head was no match against a gorgeous woman like her. but lily tried to play it off, squaring her shoulders and pulling out her detention slip pad. ❝ lost track of time, huh? ❞ 

 her smile did not fall at the sudden appearance of repercussions, but she wasn’t particularly helpful either. the witch simply giving no rhyme or reason to her current exploits. besides, detention was inevitable, might as well make it interesting.   ❝  cops and robbers. . . . i love roleplay.  ❞    the slytherin joked, mostly, her fingers reaching to knock the back of the notepad.   ❝   what else ye’ got in there ?  any students givin’ ye’ as hard a time as me ?  ‘cause i’m always happy to step up my game, y’know. gotta keep yer mind occupied somehow.  ❞  

              persephone stopped in her tracks, debating whether or not to turn around. eventually she gave in, her gaze falling onto evan’s features.    ❛  what is the point in even having this conversation  ?  you are just wasting my time  ——  time that could be spent with me going to class and actually doing something with my life.  ❜   why she was still bothering to talk to the girl was beyond her, the message clearly not getting through.   ❛  are we done with this pointless conversation yet  ?  or are ya plannin’ on going on some more  ?  ❜   

              of course the devilish witch  usually produced a myriad of unpleasant  ( && on occasion pleasant ) reactions, but for whatever reason, this princess was  particularly  adverse.   ❝   good gods, you’re a bint. i was just askin’ what   you wanted to do when we went in there since ye’ didn’t like my bloody idea.  ❞   for the first time, evan’s voice rose, tired of getting yelled at for existing.   ❝   ---fuckin’ tryin’ ta make me sound stupid cause there’s no point. of  course  there’s no point to any of this. yer like--- five, learnin’ how to levitate shit, not curin’ dragonpox. how’s that for stupid ?  ❞    evan spat out and dark eyes glanced overhead to the closed door of the classroom. the very same adverseness suddenly arising in herself.    ❝   --- well. by all means.   go.   ❞   with the outburst over, her mood shifted to the previous comfort of indifference, a hand moving as if waving off an annoying fly and her features folded. she backed away from the other witch and out of the classroom’s view from inside. evan had settled with the new, far better scheme, of skipping out.   ❝   don’t ever say i held ye’ hostage.  ❞

to call alecto pleased as punch might have been an understatement.  she bit back on a blinding grin and settled for a smile that curved just this side of smug, perhaps edging into sly territory as she directed it evan’s way. flattery often got one wherever they wanted to go  —  and so she knew she should be wary, but still, she couldn’t help preening at the idea of that particular moniker being part of her reputation.  “ I might be a genius, “  she said, hint of concession lurking in her tone, like she was letting the other in on a secret.  “ but that doesn’t mean I have to play by the rules when they’re set by someone who doesn’t care if they’re fair. slughorn’s an ass. I shouldn’t have to waste my time trying in his class when we can  …  “   she waved her hand in the air, her absent quill marking the point with a grandeur it didn’t quite require. her sly smile turned a touch more wicked, and she rolled her eyes.  “ pool our resources, or something. it’s really the smartest option anyway. “

❝   might ?  maybe .  i think you meant definitely .  sounds all the same t'me.   ❞   evan shifted in her seat, straightening her spine as she leaned toward the other girl. almost as if the moment she had pulled away, evan had felt compelled to close the distance. interest sparked at even the barest touch of honesty in the other girl’s next words.   slughorn was an ass.   &&  evan let a soft chuckle tumble from her lips, brow still furrowed at the idea of assistance. yet, strangely, willing.    ❝   sure, love. my resources are your’s.   ❞  it was difficult to keep the touch of irony from slipping between her words.  ❝ what do i gotta do ?  knock his tin of crusty ass pineapple over ? steal his test answers ?   ----i’d do that for ye’, y'know. ❞   she didn’t have as much luck with the slippage of her grin, fingers gently pushing her bag with a deluge of papers in the ravenclaw’s direction. it was a rather intimidating mess, after all. between the chaotic notes and poorly written essays, evan was not quite on alecto’s level of problem solving.    ❝   i might end up takin’ ye’ for all yer worth with this pooling business. . . . but it’s all here. he goes on makin’ all sorts of red notes in the margins for anyone carin' teh look.   ❞

  ❛     OH  DEAR  GOD     !       ❜     His  eyes  flew  open      ,      a  dramatic  spark  of  horror  present  as  he  spotted  the  brunette  devil      .      ❛      Evan     .    ❜      He  said  her  name  in  an  attempt  to  buy  time      ,     his  mind  lost  for  a  response      .     She  was  undeniably  beautiful      ,     but  oh  so  ugly  for  someone  with  a  headache     .       ❛     Is  it  too  needy  if  I  say  I  missed  you     ?     Will  you  call  me  a  pansy  and  leave     ?      Quickly     ?      ❜      He  arched  his  brow     ,     now  having  returned  to  his  confident      ,     albeit  dry  demeanor      .

  she beamed, clearly oblivious to her own irritating effects. she was universally well-liked after all, an absolute  gem.   ❝  what a fuckin’ shit performance.  ❞   she shook her head with a dramatic sigh, posture disintegrating as she relaxed into the common room’s comfy chair.  she was oddly content with his apparent dislike, embracing it as one would an old friend.   ❝   it’s like ye’ve never seen a lovelorn schoolgirl, moods. flail yerself, s’all in the lashes really.  ❞   with a jerk she was suddenly sitting upright, heel tapping against the floor and a brilliant smile playing at the corner of her lips.   ❝  looks like i’m  stuck  here teaching ye’ a thing or two. lucky for you, pansy.   ❞     

             she let out a frustrated huff as she crossed her arms in front of her.   ❛  you’re right, i wouldn’t understand havin’ a face like yours. it surely is going to draw the attention towards you, although not for any good reasons. that’s the real curse..  ❜  her words were unusually harsh, she wasn’t one to snap back with such cruelty. the slytherin seemed to know just the right buttons to press.    ❛  now if you’ll excuse me, some of us want to actually succeed in school.  ❜    with that being said, she adjusted the bag resting on her shoulder, and headed straight towards the classroom, happy to be getting away from the other.    

           persephone was NEVER late to class, if she could help it. she hated the idea of it. tardiness was something frowned upon in the blackwood household growing up, and it was well ingrained into persephone to always be precisely on time. however, today was such a rush. she had been helping professor sprout in the greenhouses and the both of them had gotten carried away, forgetting completely about the time  !  the hufflepuff had to rush from all the way outside, through the mud, to find her way towards the classroom. as luck would have it, today would be the day she’d run into evan rosier on the way there. ❛  a dungbomb  ?  i hope you’re not serious. there are ways to be discreet without having to make a scene.   ❜

    PEOPLE  WERE  SCATTERED  AROUND      ,      watching     ,     observing      ,     students  chatting  about  what  they  ate  for  breakfast  and  why     ,     without  Hell  having  frozen  over      ,     Sirius  Black  and  Evan  Rosier  were  talking       ;      as  if  they  forgot  the  two  used  to  be  good  friends      .      Their  memories  must’ve  been  shit             hence  why  they  struggled  in  class  while  the  supposed  TRAITOR  thrived     .      ❛    Shat  me  out  last  night      .     I’m  workin’  on  a  pretty    ,     pretty  recovery      .      ❜     Running  his  thumb  across  the  skin  of  his  lower  lip      ,     his  hid  a  lingering  smirk  as  he  shot  her  a  glance      .       ❛    What’s  your  excuse      ?      ❜