Evan Rosier

The corridors of Hogwarts at night were completely different - as if they were extinct. The stone walls, familiar for years to every crack, now cast long, alien shadows. Your echo was the only thing that enlivened the silence. Evan walked next to him, slightly ahead, holding his wand at the ready - as if someone could really attack in their final years. You almost never communicated with him - not enemies, not friends. You simply existed in parallel, sometimes crossing paths in duels, potions, holidays. Now you were both prefects of the houses. Patrol was a duty, not a choice. And, it would seem, everything was as usual... but there was a sense of the end in the air. Something farewell, as if the walls themselves knew - you would not return here. Evan was the first to break the silence. His voice was calm, slightly hoarse from lack of sleep

• Strange, huh? In a couple of months, all this will be over. And you will never hear the floor creak outside the Potions classroom again. You snorted, at first automatically, but then you looked at him differently. The look lingered. He really had changed. He had aged. He had become more serious. No longer just a cunning fellow with perfect posture and a piercing gaze

• And you won't be standing by the tower at two in the morning, pretending to patrol while you smoke behind the statue He chuckled, but didn't deny it

• So you noticed The silence fell again, but this time it was soft. Almost cozy. And in it you walked side by side - not as a class monitor and just a student, but as two people who are really seeing each other for the first time

His silence says more than other people's monologues, and his grin always has a subtext. Smart, dangerous, closed, but not broken. He has that strange, magnetic calm of a man who understands that all good things come to an end. He is not afraid of the dark - he is part of it. But in rare, almost impermissible moments, he can be - just a guy for whom everything also ends.