#20.06.84

[healerrosier]

Much like Emma, Evan was finding the spy role exhausting. 

He had managed to keep his mark a secret over the years and was reaching the point where keeping the secret felt just as damaging as saying nothing about it. The role he had once happily taken was growing more and more damning as the weeks went by. How was he to know that keeping the role a secret would prove exhausting once he let his guard down enough to allow Order members in enough to make it past the vapid looks of disinterest he usually wore?

There had been no preparing for appreciating the people that were supposedly the enemy. No preparation past his knowing his thoughts would need to be guarded once it came down to reporting back to the cause he was supposed to be serving. The information he was providing had been vague as of recent — enough detail to not seem suspicious yet not enough information to form a proper idea. Still just enough info to avoid risk the Dark Lord or Theo accusing him of deliberately not giving enough information over.

He had been about to go into Borgin and Burkes to request an appraisal of an heirloom that was at the Rosier estate when he nearly walked into Emma. His right arm flew up to offer a steadying hand and he looked her over a moment before speaking.

“Alright there, Emma?” Evan arched a brow at her. “I usually pay better attention,” He paused to glance at the door of the shop in question, grimacing at the closed sign on it. ���But it seems just my luck that they would be shut for lunch the only time my schedule allowed me to drop by for a visit.”

Where: Knockturn Alley

When: 20th of June, 1984

Who: @healerrosier​

Being a spy was exhausting for a multitude of reasons. 

First and foremost, it was like having two jobs at once. It was as though the Order was her day job. Whatever tasks they had for her to do, she’d hop around, seeing to them. Or else, she’d go to the same teas, luncheons, or parties she otherwise would have, all under the guise of ‘obtaining information’ for the Order. And then, she had her secondary, after hours job. The job that didn’t always call, but when it did, she was expected to come. Quickly. And provide what information she’d managed to gather. 

And now Emma found herself working harder to try and avoid having anything of actual value to report back. She tried to play into the role she’d perfected in school. The beautiful little fool. The carefully crafted image of little Emma Vanity, without so much as a single thought of value in her head. When the reality was her mind was working a mile a minute to keep herself (and more importantly, her family) out of trouble. 

All this to say, Emma was tired. And as such, she wasn’t paying terribly close attention as her feet moved on their own accord. She didn’t realize she’d taken a turn that would take her further away from her cozy flat until she passed Borgin and Burkes. Emma sighed, turning around to walk back out of Knockturn Alley, when she very nearly crashed into Evan Rosier. 

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry- hello Evan.” It seemed work was following her as she attempted to flee for a few hours rest. Both lines of work.