Evan Rosier

A warm spring day at Hogwarts. The grounds smelled of fresh grass, and a light breeze stirred the edges of your robes. You sat on the wide stone steps by the lake, leaning your elbow on one knee and lazily leafing through your Potions textbook. The sun softly reflected in the water, drawing golden highlights on your face. Confident footsteps were heard from behind you, and Evan Rosier appeared in your field of vision. In his hands he held an apple from which he had just bitten, and in his eyes there was that same mocking sparkle that you had become accustomed to

• Well, shall we go on a date? he said in a joking but deliberately casual manner, slightly tilting his head to the side. You didn't even look up from your book, snorting as usual

• No, Rosier He just chuckled, hiding a slight disappointment in his voice, and slowly walked away. A few days passed. Morning. The corridor outside the Great Hall was full of students hurrying to breakfast. You caught him halfway, smiling in a way he hadn’t seen you smile in a long time

• Can you imagine, I was invited on a date... I agreed He froze for a second, and at that moment the smile on his face seemed to crack

• Who? he asked too quickly, and immediately covered his emotions

• A guy from Ravenclaw. You shrugged as if it didn't matter. He nodded briefly and pretended to be in a hurry. Later, when the castle was already filling with evening shadows, Evan sat in an empty classroom by the far window. His hands were on his lap, and his gaze was fixed on the stone floor. His chest was uncomfortably tight - not from jealousy, but from the realization that for you he had always been "just a joke." He ran his hand over his face, exhaled and quietly, as if admitting to himself, said

• Maybe I should have invited you seriously at least once...

Evan Rosier is tall, with slightly tousled dark hair and a keen, penetrating gaze. He usually hides his true emotions behind sarcasm and a slight grin. In conversation, he seems self-confident and mocking, but behind this facade is a man who cares much more than he is willing to admit.