#evanrosixr

[nrcissamlfoy]

Where: Pureblood Society Dinner Who: Narcissa & Evan @evanrosixr

Narcissa had arrived at the dinner on Lucius’s arm, a smile on her lip and looking every bit the perfect pureblood wife that she was expected to be. The attendees were people that were closer to Lucius’s age than her own, but Narcissa knew how to work a room and make connections. While Lucius spoke with his contemporaries, Narcissa had drifted off to the side where the other wives were. And while she was probably one of the youngest, it was not hard to see that the other wives were trying to impress her. It was almost laughable, that they thought that she was someone to impress but she basked in the attention regardless. For once she felt more like the Narcissa from before Andromeda’s death and she liked the feeling.

She was telling a humorous story about one of the other women on the board at St. Mungo’s when someone caught her eye. Evan Rosier. A smile formed on her lips when she spotted her cousin, and she quickly excused herself. She had always been closer to Nellie, given their close ages, but she loved Evan all the same. She may have envied him and his position and ability to travel, but she loved him all the same. 

“Evan!” She called with a smile on her lips as she walked across the room. When she reached him, she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I didn’t know that you were coming tonight! How are you?”

[staggeringlyprongs]

Who: Evan & James ( @evanrosixr​​ ) Where: Safe House When: September 26th, 1980

Waiting until the end of the meeting, James approached the oldest of the Rosier siblings. He knew that out of all of them, it was the double agents that brought in the most useful intel. They were able to strategize around their findings and prepare for attacks when they knew they were coming. He also understood the personal risk that it put them at, even if they had volunteered for the position. James made an effort with everyone within the Resistance, but sometimes he tried a little harder with Evan. He knew that a lot of people within their ranks were wary of both Evan and his sister - not entirely convinced that they weren’t playing both sides and just biding their time. 

James could understand the worry, a bit, but then, he seriously doubted either of them would put themselves in this much danger if they planned on betraying them. Having a brother of his own, one that was already at a higher risk of harm, he thought it was unlikely that Evan would put either of them in the line of fire unless he was serious about the cause. So, rather than being wary of him, James found that he actually held a fair amount of respect for him, which meant he absolutely tried when it came to making Evan feel welcomed and a part of their ranks. 

“It’s good to see you, Evan. Have you heard anything helpful from any of the foreign ministries?” he asked. Having a person involved and connected with other countries was helpful, particularly when deciding on if they’d have any allies, or any more enemies they needed to be aware of. Without a doubt, having a sense of where each country fell was comforting, especially when they had someone involved that could help sway them.

[doexaxdear]

Who: Evan & Dorcas ( @evanrosixr​​ ) Where: Rosier Flat When: September 26th, 1980

“I’ve got two bottles of wine, and don’t insult me by asking if it’s the good stuff, because you know I wouldn’t show up with anything less,” she greeted, the corner of her mouth turning up towards a smirk. On the rare occasions that they both had time off, from work and the Resistance, Dorcas usually came around with good wine so that they could order take out, drink, and catch up, or rather, bitch about the things going on in their lives. It was nice being able to speak candidly with someone else, without feeling the need to sugarcoat or put on a face of optimism. 

Scrunching her nose, she asked, “So, what kind of food are you feeling tonight? I’m thinking either Italian, Sushi, or Chinese,” she suggested, knowing that her three options covered a relatively wide range of choices. Dorcas wasn’t picky though, not when it came to which cuisine they chose. She did, however, have many opinions from which restaurants they got it from. She had spent an embarrassing amount of time compiling a list of her favorites for each cuisine. 

Really though, Dorcas was just grateful to get away from it all for a while. Though she loathed to admit it, some days, the Resistance was just a little too hopeful for her. She threw herself into the work - did everything she could to counteract the things her Mum was made to do, to leave the world a little better than she found it - but she had a hard time believing that it would all work out. Dorcas found that hope and optimism could be exhausting, and sometimes, it was nice to have someone she could be honest and realistic with. 

If anyone knew how to be a realist, it was Evan. “Right then, how have things been for the Rosiers?” she asked.

[nrcissamlfoy]

Where: Halloween Party When: October 31st, 1980 Who: Narcissa & Evan @evanrosixr​

“Oh my God,” Narcissa squealed when she spotted her cousin. He was dressed all in gold, just like her, but she didn’t find herself feeling jealous or mad. If it had been anyone else, she would have been furious, but it was Evan. “Evan! You look incredible!” She exclaimed, laughing as she looked over her cousin’s costume. She wasn’t surprised that he and Nellie looked incredible, she expected nothing less of her cousins, but there was something about Evan’s costume that she just adored. “I’m obsessed. We’re practically matching too.” Evan and Nellie were the only people that she could accept dressing better than herself and Lucius. 

She felt lighter tonight than she had since Andromeda’s death. She felt a twinge of guilt for being happy while Andromeda was gone, but she pushed those feelings to the back of her mind. She deserved to have a night of happiness. She deserved to smile and dance and drink and be a normal person again. Things had been so hard lately and she just wanted one night of not thinking about all of the sad things. She was sure that she would feel it in the morning, but for now she wanted to be in the moment and enjoy herself.