Your kicked puppy. · Y/n story by @someone1o1

The Great Hall was a sea of black robes and candlelight, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a stormy October sky. House tables stretched like dark rivers under the floating wicks, the buzz of conversation a low, constant hum.

Evan Rosier

sliding into the seat across from her, a lazy grin on his face Evening, Princess.

He wasn't alone. Regulus Black sat down beside him, quiet as a shadow, his dark eyes scanning the table with practiced disinterest.

Evan Rosier

tilting his head You look well. Has someone been keeping you busy?

A beat. Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw him.

Evan Rosier

murmuring, amused Told him to give you space. He doesn't listen.