#02.07.84

Evan seldom got mad. In truth, he had gotten so used to bottling up his emotions that the stoic expression he mastered from a young age felt like a permanent part of him. He kept quiet the entire meeting, fingers lightly gripping Theodosia’s in an attempt to keep himself grounded. It had worked for the most part but there was no stopping the outburst that accompanied spotting Hestia and excusing himself from Theo’s side.

He was practically seething by the time he and Theo got back to their flat. Deep breath in, deep breath out. It did little in calming him down past being able to keep the grimace that was desperate to take over his lips at bay. Silence once home wasn’t like him since he usually had some sort of comment or whine about wanting to get to bed. Evan gave a particularly dramatic sigh, then threw himself onto their couch. He squeezed his eyes shut and took one more deep breath. A slow release proved necessary before he could bring himself to speaking out loud.

“I can’t tell if I am over reacting or not,” He spoke after a moment of silence, leaning up on his elbows so he could glance at Theodosia from across the room. “Is asking for a hug too much to request on top of needing a listening ear?”

2 July, 1984 Prewett Estate

Evan made it through the meeting without saying a word. It wasn’t anything unusual for him since his approach from day one involved a preference for listening and only speaking up if he had something relevant to share— the same approach was likely what doomed him to spying in the first place (not that he was doing a stellar job in doing so six years in). The only difference this meeting was the clenched jaw, crossed arms, and spending the majority of the meeting with his eyes narrowed at a spot across from him. No commentary. No scoff. Nothing besides an annoyed look and silently seething inside.

Perhaps pouting wasn’t the most mature way of handling things. The options were that or his properly flipping out on everyone. The entire Order was lucky he managed to control his thoughts and save the festering rage for a more appropriate setting. Not that it did much in ensuring he calmly approached Hestia.

“There’s a reason I didn’t opt for sending Lily directly to St. Mungo’s,” He spoke through gritted teeth. There was no room for properly giving a greeting. Not when a line he hadn’t expected to be crossed got crossed with minimal thought toward the repercussions. The amount he would have given for Potter to have ended up stuck in a holding cell for a few nights instead of getting off with less than a slap on the wrist for the matter…

It wasn’t important though. Not when the files going amiss was the last straw.

“It would have been too obvious and too much to explain. I could very well bet their side thinks the same.” Evan couldn’t look at her while speaking, knowing doing so would likely cause his resolve to crack. It wasn’t even a matter of knowing the other side as the issue. It felt like common sense more than anything else since both sides were doing things that weren’t exactly lawful. Common sense that the Order apparently seemed to lack.