#evan | 001

[tiltoots]

Who: Tilden & @rosierisdead Where: Rosier's Repair Shop When: Late afternoon, present day (game time)

Tilden knew that his clumsiness would eventually come back to bite him, but he never expected it to be like this. A broken bone or a blackened eye, perhaps, but a broken wand? The thought hadn't even crossed his mind. He wasn't sure if it was even possible to have it fixed, how embarrassing would it be to return to Ollivander's after a decade to get a brand new wand. After asking around a bit, though, Tilden learned it was possible to get his wand repaired, and the best place to do so was in Knockturn Alley.

Even though his shop was on the edge of Knockturn Alley, he always dreaded visiting the place. It was dark and gloomy, quite the opposite of the bright and sunny Diagon Alley. It didn't take him long to find Rosier's Repair shop, and the place looked just as uninviting as the rest of the shops surrounding it. But, Tilden relied on his wand and would do whatever it took to have it back to it's regular condition.

Standing inside the doorway, there didn't seem to be anybody around. It was eerily quiet and quite uncomfortable. "H-Hello?" Tilden called out into the void, his nervous stutter finding its way out, "I-I'm looking to have m-my wand repaired…"

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Evan was a few years older than Georgette. And he was a Slytherin as opposed to her Ravenclaw. Why would she know who he was? Well, like any Slytherin he made himself known enough. Maybe not like other Purebloods but enough that she knew who he was. And enough to not be too pleased with him. When he sat down next to her, she shifted on her stool. She didn't want anyone in that seat, but surely she could have gotten better company that Evan Rosier -- who would have been better company she wasn't sure but it wasn't him.

"Don't tempt me to show you they're not empty threats," she took a sip of her butterbeer. "And don't call me love. I'm not your love." She could feel him look at her. "Take a picture. It lasts longer." She took another drink without turning toward him.

Talk about a bad life. "It's been a day just like any other if you must know." Georgette didn't care to ask about his. Maybe if she didn't he would go elsewhere.

The Three Broomsticks wasn't an usual place for Evan to be hanging out in, but from time to time he allowed himself a change of scenery, eager to see new faces that he could corrupt. He spotted one he knew, though her hair was different from the last time he'd seen her, back at Ollivander's. A devilish smirk settled on his lips as he slid in the seat beside her, gesturing for the bartender to get him a drink and fast. "I don't respond well to empty threads, love." Evan told the witch, turning his head to give her a good look. "Bad day, perhaps?"

[ryanlockheart]

percy and andrew had been plotting this for sometime, but the timing had never panned out. a week away in paradise — well, the paradise coast, that was — gave them the perfect opportunity. andrew had come clean about his little desires about nate, worried that he was being a terrible boyfriend; only to come to find out, that percy had felt the same thing the whole time. how couldn't he? he couldn't count how many times he'd fallen asleep on nate's chest, only to wake up with a raging boner. it had riddled him with guilt the whole time, but their revelations gave them their solution: make a move on nate together and invite him in if he was up for it. so, when the trio had finally made it home from a night out, percy was going to pounce. electricity raced through his veins. he wasn't even sure if andrew knew what he was up to, but if he couldn't guess by the smug smirk on his face, he would learn soon enough. they chatted for a bit, threw a movie on... but it was all just a means to set their plan in motion. not even ten minutes into the movie, percy's hand started to rub drew's crotch. both of them knew good enough that it was nearly impossible to slow him down once he got going. percy smashed his lips against his boyfriend's, climbing into his lap. hands ran through those fiery locks as his hips started to rock and grind against andrew's. "want you," he breathed out needily. he was taking things fast — because he needed to act fact in order to draw nate in. the smaller male sank down to his knees before the redhead. nimble digits quickly undid the belt to his jeans, and his zipper and button were like nothing to him at this point — he was such an expert of getting drew out of his clothes by then. his hands quickly tugged drew's boxer briefs down and wrapped his soft fingers around the base. percy slapped the head against his tongue a few times before he wrapped his lips around it. he bobbed his head along his boyfriend's length agonizingly slowly, all while looking up at him with pure innocence in his eyes. it was a feat hard to do, considering he was down on his knees with cock in his mouth and a cropped sweatshirt and cut off shorts that let his matching thong peek out tightly hugging his frame, all in front of their best friend... but that was percy's magic. he just hoped it did the trick.

a trip to florida with best friends sounded like the perfect way to finally catch a break to nate evans. it was the stress-free week he desperately so needed. if he had to deal with one more drunk bastard with an attitude, nate was pretty sure he'd lose his head. dealing with assholes like that was the only way he could make ends meet... so the trip was the best way to unwind and relax. their night out had been a saving grace already, and nate hadn't had so much fun since he'd moved out to california. percy and drew had become his best friends since he'd met them at the bar. he'd never for a second suspected that either of them were into him, but as of late, he couldn't help but feel an attraction to not just one of them... but both. there were times he swore that he was about to make out with drew, that was how thick the tension would be... and there were times when he'd fall asleep next to percy on the couch, only to scramble to try and hide his rather big problem. but the last thing he'd ever expected was to find himself on the couch, watching a scene that could only be described as sinful right before his eyes. his conscience was screaming at him to leave the room or at least walk away, but his body wouldn't budge. it had to have been purposeful, or why else the ruse about the movie that no one was watching on the screen? he tried to trooper through it, but once percy was down on his knees — and he did look good down on his knees — nate finally decided to speak up. "uh... 'm sitting right here." the chestnut-haired male swallowed hard as his own cock stirred in his pants. "d'you want me to go to my room or somethin' a-and leave you two to it?"

[owenepierce]

f2f | sawen

"Hi, babe!" Owen announced, bounding into the living room from the bathroom where he'd just finished shaving. He was dressed in a soft, light-pink t-shirt and black Adidas joggers. He leaned over the back of the sofa and pressed a kiss to Sam's cheek before walking around to easily straddle his Dominant's lap, draping his arms over the other's shoulders. "I'm feeling needy. Think you can help me out?" He asked a slight pout in his voice, his gaze dropping to the semi-hard bulge in his pants. "I mean, we haven't had sex in like...twelve hours. It's kind of verging on cruel at this point..." @sammythedominant

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

The group had a plan and Rodolphus made sure each person knew their place. He, Bellatrix, Rabastan, Evan, and Lucius. Everything they had done was leading up to a plot to lure Alastor Moody. It wasn’t hard getting him to come to the cathedral. Muggle bodies everywhere and the dark mark shining ever so brightly above. It was the easiest trap there could be and Moody was sure to fall for it.

Rodolphus was aching with anticipation after the mass murder — which was enough to get his blood going. It was thrilling and what was coming was just as much if not more thrilling. Killing a room full of muggles trying to worship followed by Moody? Sheer perfection. He couldn’t wait for his diabolical team to show Moody what they were truly capable of.

When he walked into the room, Rodolphus could see Moody’s face. A sneer crossed his lips as he reached for his wand. “Incendio!” he cast without saying a word. He didn’t hit Moody but that was just fine. He had much more coming to him. It was a warning of sorts. And seeing the crucifix the muggles worshiped burn brought joy to Rodolphus’ cold heart.

@bellatrix-lestrxnge

Where: St Albans Cathedral, St. Albans, UK Who: @xrodolphusxlestrangex, @bellatrix-lestrxnge, @luciusmalfoyx, @rsrevan, @r-lestrcnge, @ggathena TW: Blood, Violence, Murder

With a loud crack, a large, cloaked figure appeared in the shadow of a large cathedral, wand in hand. Alastor Moody peered up at the building intently, his piercing eyes evaluating the building, from the stained glass windows lit from the inside, to the wide open front doors, seemingly calling to him, inviting him inside.

A piece of parchment had been delivered to his desk by an owl he had not recognized. Moody, working late into the night, as usual, had been the only one left in the office.

Though unsigned, Moody had recognized the messy handwriting of his head of department. The note read:

"Dark Mark seen in St. Albans, above the St. Albans Cathedral. Believed to be another muggle masacre. Head off the muggle authorities."

Another masacre? Moody had thought grimly, already reaching for his traveling cloak. Per regulations, he should have reached out at least to his partner, or the Auror team on call, but evidently his boss had known he routinely stayed late and would already be ready to go.

The Cathedral stood before him, dark and foreboding, but it was nothing compared to what was above it. Hung above the ancient structure, seemingly suspended among the stars in an eerie emerald light aserpent protruded from the mouth of a skull, twisting and winding its way through the sky as if it was alive. The Dark Mark. Moody made his way quickly up the steps and into the building, his wand held at the ready. Each shadow could potentially hold an attacker, behind every door could be one of the masked terrorists they had been chasing. As he entered the nave, the horror of what had been done met his eyes. "Fucking hell," Moody breathed.

Bodies were strewn across the room, some slumped across pews, many lay about the floor as if they'd been killed while trying to flee. One body, the body of a priest, was sprawled across the alter at the front of the church, arms splayed out, blood slowly dripping from his fingertips to the floor. Puddles of blood littered the floor, and sprays of the crimson liquid covered the pews and walls, tinting the formerly beautiful windows a dark red in the dim lighting.

It was a massacre, indeed. Not spotting a wand among any of the bodies, Moody knew it must have been done by dark magic, as the damage to each corpse was too destructive to be done by muggle means. The masked lunatics they had been chasing had certainly shown a propensity for killing muggles for sport. But this was a whole other level of violence they had yet seen. It was... sadistic, for lack of a better term. There was no other way to describe it. Pure sadism.

It was likely the pure atrocity of the scene that nearly cost the seasoned auror his life. He hadn't heard the footsteps behind him, nor the whisper of the incantation-- only the rushing sound of wind warned him of the curse that had been aimed at his back. Out of pure, base instinct, Alastor Moody threw himself to the side, landing in between two pews, and the blaze of light narrowly missed him and collided with the Crucifix at the front of the Church, which burst into raging flames.

[fcrox]

who: @rsrevan where: the white wyvern when: late evening/early night thread counter: 001

Few nights were spent walking down the path of Knockturn Alley. Even fewer within the White Wyvern. Beatrice lacked not in access to taverns and pubs. Not with her sister practically owning the Three Broomsticks as well as her being on good terms with Tom from the Leaky Cauldron. No, it was darker nights that called for the so-called walk of shame toward the tavern usually frequented by the darkest of characters. The Gryffindor did not fit in, not for the most part, but it was the best place one could go if one simply needed to forget; to get distracted from the daily shenanigans that life had a habit of throwing one’s way. Funny enough it was also the one place where, in her experience, the least talk of the war raging on in the world could be heard. It seemed almost too perfect to be true and yet its very existence was proof of just that. There was a place equivalent to the forgetfulness draught found in certain potioneer’s shops.

Beatrice found herself a cozy spot by the bar, if one did dare call it that in a place like the White Wyvern. No time was wasted as she ordered whatever strongest drink the bartender had to offer. Her mind was racing with thoughts of the previous night, the early morning hours filled with regret. There was too much she needed to forget; the leave behind, to be buried underneath layers upon layers of potentially bad decisions. Bea was no saint. Had never claimed to be but this had hit her harder than she cared to admit. Eventually she’d find someone to confide in but until then she’d rather avoid the whole thing all together.

It wasn’t until the drink was finally placed in front of her that the brunette allowed her eyes to roam, to scan the crowd she’d landed herself in middle of. Not that it mattered. The choice was made, and no regrets were felt. Well, not about the choice of drink or establishment either way. Finally, her eyes landed on a face that was familiar. More than familiar truthfully. “Evan, hey. I didn’t see you there.” Somehow, she’d managed to overlook the one in question entirely.

[valeria-flint]

Starter for: @rsrevan

The party had been rather boring to Val so far - but then again... They quickly became boring to her. So to solve that problem, Val had found a familiar face around the dancefloor and pulled them onto the dancefloor. The music was rather classical - also a reason why this party was being so boring. It was a good thing that being a Pureblood also meant that dance lessons had been the case as well. Evan Rosier had been her victim. "So. What do you think of all of this so far?"

[curseofbreadbear]

HALLOWEEN-THEMED FNAF STARTERS || ALWAYS ACCEPTING! || @chaosmultiverse

chaosmultiverse asked: ❝ Over and over and over, I watch. ❞ -Evan to Cassidy

❝ ...So you're still getting those nightmares, huh? ❞

[That's what it sounded like, anyway. Cassidy had the sorry job of listening to Evan whenever he needed to vent about them, and with most of her vulnerable, sappy emotions translating to anger, she grew more and more furious each time she heard one of Evan's retellings. Her frustration wasn't directed towards him, of course -- rather, it was focused on his older brother. Cassidy wanted to get her hands on him almost as much as her killer, and that was saying a LOT.]

[...If they ever met, Michael had better watch his back.]

❝ ...I'm listening. Y'know, if you wanna talk about it. ❞ [She wasn't the greatest with emotional support ( she refused to tap into her own emotions, after all ), but she did her best. Like it or not -- and she really, really didn't -- she cared about him.]

[noralevin]

closed @jaredx

location: the reef

"Okay," Nora said, leaning down to eye her shot at the 8 ball, stick in hand. One eye closed to get a better read on it. She looked up at Jared with the eye still closed. She felt a little bad — maybe she'd sort of sharked him into this as soon as she noticed they were both at the bar — but not enough to not complete this straight trounce of him. "Drinks are on you for the rest of the night if I make this."

She lined up her shot, tongue sticking out a little in concentration, and let the cue ball fly. Smirking as the 8 ball sailed cleanly into the far right pocket, she straightened and patted Jared's shoulder in consolation. "I'll take that margarita now."

[thedevilsbckbone]

It seemed that even in death, the man who Evelina saw more as a bastard than her father still found a way to hurt and torment her. It hadn't even been a full week since he'd been put in the ground and the blonde was still trying to pick up the pieces from the mess he had created that she was visited by two men stopping by the house one day, looking to get back the couple thousand that her father had apparently owed to them. Evelina had spend years away from her family and this two and yet the moment she stepped a foot back into it, she was quickly reminded of why she fled it in the first place the moment she became a legal adult.

All she wanted to do was grieve her mother's death and get their things in order for her to sell the house so that she could go back to the somewhat happy life she'd made for herself. However, as seemed to be the case in much of Evie's life, she wasn't going to be granted things to go easy. "Look, I am sorry if my father owed you guys money but I don't have it to pay you back." She tried to reason with the man who had her pressed with her back against her living room wall as he approached her, telling her that they'd happily take things by force if she didn't cooperate with them. She was feeling her heart race, scared for what they might do to her if she didn't comply. For a moment she glanced from the man closest to her, to the one standing near the front door, when her eyes caught something behind the male, moving across the yard. Someone was passing by. "Hey! Hey -- help! Please! Please help!" she quickly cried out loudly, hoping to get their attention.

Closed starter for @wutheringdevotion

[seolinah]

closed for @wutheringdevotion // this plot ft. presley

There was a reflection there. One Pres didn't care to look at too closely without seeing how similar it mirrored herself. It was why it'd been easier to push them away. To bite back at every little thing. Being known, being seen, and all that vulnerability shit wasn't a part of her wheelhouse. "You know, I thought you were a real weirdo when we first met," she said with a shrug, smirking jokingly. "Still kind of do." She held her thumb and forefinger closer together. "Like thiiss much."

[rayxclairmont]

closed started for @brodyevanns location: East Haven City Hall

Nate was at work and on the phone with some of the emergency crews. He was trying to see how soon it'd be to get power up and people out to help anyone who was hurt. It was damage control and he hoped they could do this as soon as possible but make sure everyone was still safe. After the call, he put his phone in his pocket before he went out to where people were gathered and he smiled. "Hey. You doing alright?"

[luckylewis]

for: @jaredx

where: the pumpkin patch

"You don't have an eye for pumpkins by any chance, do you?" Lucky found himself asking the owner of Surf's Up who he had spotted while he was perusing potential pumpkins to take home with him to carve with his daughter. It was supposed to be a simple task, but as per usual, he found himself slightly overwhelmed by the abundance of choice that came with so many variations of sizes.

[mcrlsxmckinnon]

Starter for: @leogratia Where: Just outside of St. Mungo's

Tense. Strained. That were two words Marlene would use to destribe the way Lily and her were interacting with one another these days. The war had changed things and even though they had both been on the right side at the end, it was not the same. The loss of her brother was a black hole in the happy ending of the war and she was unable to look past it. She could not agree with the Order.

After the war had ended, Marlene had picked up her studies again whereas others had continued them. She was a few steps behind everyone now. While others were at the end point of it, Marlene was only at the start. She had decided to become a Mediwitch. A bit easier than the healer but also able to get out there more. To be able to move and be there sooner. But she had also understand that started to move in this direction, meant that she would come across Lily a lot more than she had anticipated to start with.

The redhaired woman was very recognisable from a distance. Marlene would recognise her out of thousands. She moved towards her friend as she left the building after a day of work. Studies were still to be done at home, but she wasn't home yet. "Are you up for dinner?"

[medasgalaxy]

@everosier​

Andromeda couldn’t quite get where she knew the man from, she wasn’t sure, the only thing that she was sure is that they had met before. It was the way h moved, and the way his mouth cornered to pronounce certain words. Even the side eye he gave some of the people at the party. 

She knew she shouldn’t be staring, it was in poor education, but she needed her brain to stop screaming at her to match the face with a name. 

Being a healer made her see a million faces a week, but she was certain, without a doubt, that she new the person in front of her, more intimate than a patient, yet she couldn’t quite remember from where, and it was driving her mad.