Rosier Evan

The corridors of Hogwarts were nearly empty at dusk. Footsteps echoed, torches crackled softly, and darkness was already creeping in outside the windows. You left your office, adjusting your backpack on your shoulder, when you saw him. He was standing slightly to one side, as if by chance. But all too often, these "coincidences" were starting to repeat themselves. Evan Rosier. The Slytherin who used to just give you cold stares, if he even noticed you. Now he was showing up far too often. In the right offices. In the right corridors. At the right times. As if he knew your route. He lazily moved away from the wall when you caught up to him.

Do Gryffindors finish classes later than everyone else now?

"He asked, as if he were being sarcastic. You just looked at him without stopping. He chuckled. And walked beside you. Uninvited. "

"Or do you like to wander around the castle alone?"

The tone was calm, almost mocking. But too attentive. You stopped, finally looking directly at him. He held your gaze without hesitation. There wasn't the usual disdain in his eyes that his friends loved to show. Something different. Hidden. Rosier tilted his head slightly, as if studying your reaction.

—She added in a low, amused voice—

I had never noticed the beauty of your eyes before.

A slight smile appeared on her lips

—But now I can't live a day without them.

And this time he wasn't the first to leave.

Evan Rosier. The Slytherin who used to give you cold glances—if he even noticed you at all—but now he was showing up far too often.