#rosamund.

It had taken Evan twelve days, almost two weeks to search out the company of who was possibly one of his closest friends. There was always a careful divide there, yes, but over the years Evan had grown fond of Rosamund to the point where he’d even considered confiding his doubts in her. But it had been proven to him once again that that was not wise and Evan had been more reserved on seeking her out for fear that he would get such thoughts inside his head again. And as his mind wandered towards his conversation with Bellatrix not too long ago, some other possibly confusing and complicated developments or not developments had also occurred. “Started studying for your NEWTs yet? Haven’t seen you in a while.” Thought it was partially his fault as he had not sought her out either. He’d gotten quite a lot of lecturing from his father for bringing an engaged girl to the Yule Ball and had been warned to keep a partially low profile since then. Something about not upsetting the Lestrange’s though Evan could hardly care less. “Have a fun Christmas with your betrothed? My father’s been nagging me to find one as well, though I think that’s more of his job to do.” One of the few singles, Evan couldn’t exactly say he was enjoying bachelor life. While he certainly liked not worrying about anyone else he could hardly say he enjoyed life.