evan rosier.

“Evan. Darling. I am not your errands boy so I would suggest you make a mudblood do your work and not your dear friend.” He said, moving to sit down next to his friend. “Or make the elves actually do their work for once. They’re rather useless. Don’t you think?” He asked, propping his feet up on the table.

“ And here I was hoping I’d upgraded to a worthy errands boy, alas I shall have to make do with the bastards, though I’m not sure I really want MUDBLOOD hands anywhere near my coffee.” Evan grimaced, not making any effort to make more room for Amycus. “That seems the better option, the elves at home would never be a second late, it’s as if even the elves of this place are becoming insufferable and I shouldn’t even have to see them.” He agreed with a nod.  

the gryffindor had no intention of stopping to chat to the pompous snake. she rolled her eyes as she passed him, not sure who he was directing his order to, and not really caring. as ever, she drowned out his growl, and yet suddenly her attention was brought sharply to his words by the mention of a single phrase. her head snapped instantly around to face him, furious glare providing all the threat that was needed.

house elves. 

penelope adored the little creatures, and she abhorred anyone that mistreated them in any way. however, for evan to be chatting, uninhibited, about the very concept of elf abuse, she simply couldn’t believe her ears. 

‘ you’re despicable ! ’ she snarled, all her usual airs suddenly disappearing, all that remained being raw anger at the slytherin boy. ‘ who could ever condone such a terrible thing ?! your heart must truly be made of ice ! ’ and this, for penelope, was the closest to cursing that she’d ever get.

tapping his perfectly manicured nails against the mahogany table tops, evan watched those passing by closely, eyeing with a glint of danger. he’d hoped for a scared, easy to push around hufflepuff to stop in their tracks and oblige without question or even a house elf but as the scarlet and gold crest came into sight, he rolled his eyes. 

how predictable. 

“ oh but doll, it’s bold of you to assume i’ve a heart at all, when i chucked that burden a decade ago. but clearly, someone lacking in class such as yourself wouldn’t understand how hierarchy works. don’t hurt your daft little brain putting too much thought to it, would hate for you to burst a blood vessel.” evan snickered, amused by the other taking such offense to a mild comment. 

Edgar sat still for a moment, brows furrowed. “You uh– ya think you’re missin’ a word in that sentence? Or maybe.. addin’ in one too many not so nice words?”

“ Oh, yes, of course, how heinous of me to forget, OR ELSE the consequences for you not obliging will be severe,” Evan retaliated, tip of his wand pressed against the table as he glanced at the male with a challenging expression. 

augustus continued towards his fellow slytherin, sitting opposite him with a thankless expression as evan barked orders. ‘ get it yourself, you asked for it. ’ augustus suggested plainly, having borne the brunt of his moods many a time in their shared years at this school. he knew a coffee would probably cheer rosier up at least slightly, and yet augustus would not be treated like an elf himself. ‘ and don’t say that too loudly, you know what people are like now. ’ he waved his hand dismissively in the air at the students scuttling to and fro. it was clear that general opinion on many aspects of their society had changed in recent years, and the treatment of house elves was certainly one of them. augustus wouldn’t go as far as to say he agreed with evan’s view that a slap should do the job, and yet he had been raised seeing just that, and he had never thought about the consequences too deeply. 

Jazmyne sat herself down across from Evan with a little huff, giving the other a dismissive wave. “Evan,” she mock whined, “I can’t get my picture to upload. I look superb in this one.” Scowling at her phone, she muttered “Damn muggle tech.”

“oh, azkaban. that sounds fun,” she licked her lips. “far better than this lot, that’s for sure. but you’re right, azkaban can wait and i can think of many more who could send me there than this insolent worm.” her eyes gleamed at evan’s suggestion, the pair of them wearing similar expressions. “fun. what kind of fun did you have in mind?”

" fun? as twisted as you are my dear cousin, i doubt azkaban would be fun for anyone, i certainly don’t want dirt underneath my nail beds,” he grimaced, shuddering at the thought. “ it would certainly be a change of scenery....perhaps you ought to reconsider that, it would do HORRID things to your hair.” evan shook his head as the palm of his hand took grip of the boy’s shoulder. “ i do wonder if he’s had a chance to say hello to the giant squid yet, i hear he’s quite feisty this time of year, what with all the new students making a mockery of him down by the lake.”