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» 17 June 2021 || Even A Broken Heart Can Beat Again, Tag: Evan
Cassidy Pollexfen
 Posted: Feb 22 2018, 09:03 PM
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There were many things that Cassidy didn't apologise for and that included her relationship with Evan Bross. Even though they were from two different worlds, it felt like they needed each other in their lives. He was a ball of calm and collectedness, bundled up really nicely while she was like a gale of chaos, just storming into whatever situation she deemed not morally okay. He had been an arse but once you peeled off all the layers, Evan is essentially a very shy person, mostly unable to express what he really wants.

The first few weeks had been awkward but she did remember that they were still acquainted with each other, whether they liked it or not. Their secret relationship was no longer a secret so, in a way, they were allowed to freely interacted whenever they liked. At least get it out there in the open, rather than hiding away and giving people all the reason to speculate.

"I know we're not together anymore," the girl said with a smile, "but that doesn't mean we're not friends. Happy advanced birthday, Evan." It was a small cake with a single big candle and eight small ones atop of it, to represent the fact that he was turning eighteen.

Tucked underneath her arm was a wrapped gift that looked professionally done — it had taken most of the savings to get this delivered to Hogwarts — and she knew that inside it was a pen, with his engraved onto its surface, and magical ink that changed colours according to the person holding it. It was a mood ring but in the form of a pen and a journal that accompanied it.

Of course, Evan didn't know that. She'll let him open it and see for himself. It was the perfect gift for someone who had trouble expressing himself. Once again, it was as though they were together, staying up until the Slytherin common room was devoid of people to talk, 'cept that this time there were more people. After all, they were going home soon.


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Evan Michael
 Posted: Mar 29 2018, 12:58 PM
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As the end of term drew nearer, Evan found himself becoming more and more anxious with each passing day, each passing second. He thought about his parents—what they'd do, or worse yet, what they'd say. Disobedience was never something that was met with kindness or mercy in his house. He had some idea what would be waiting for him when he got home, but he couldn't imagine the extent of it—there were too many factors for that. How much had they heard? What kind of mood would they be in? Had they had anything to drink? He didn't know, and frankly, he wasn't keen to find out. The problem was, he didn't know how to avoid it. He supposed he could just leave from the train station and not go home from there. But his parents were rich and powerful enough that they could send people to look for him. He needed a better plan than that.

He could already feel the sting of his father's palm against his cheek. His father had only struck him once that he could remember. He'd caught Evan speaking to a muggle child who lived in the house next to theirs through his bedroom window. The muggle boy had climbed out onto his roof to talk to him, and until that point, they'd been pretty good friends. But when his father had caught him, he'd pulled Evan away from the window, screamed at the muggle boy, screamed at Evan, and slapped him hard enough to leave a welt in the shape of a hand on his cheek. Evan had cried and run for his mother, but there was little love to be found there. That memory hovered in the front of his mind as he stared at the wall in front of him.

He was so tired. Tired of his parents, tired of being scared of them. He wanted to be independent. He needed it. If he had to live in his parents' shadow much longer, it'd kill him. He'd explode. He couldn't stand being their perfect son anymore—because while he'd been "perfect" to them, to everyone else, he'd been awful. He thought about all the potential friends he'd lost over the years because of them, because of what they'd taught him. He was just as mad at himself for buying into their dogma as he was at them for feeding it to him. It took two, after all. But he hadn't known better, had he? Could he really be held accountable for his upbringing? Maybe not. Maybe it wasn't his fault, maybe he wasn't responsible. But he was sure as hell going to be responsible for changing.

The common room was quiet—something that could either be a blessing or a curse, depending on how many people were present—a lot of people being quiet had a way of being rather unnerving—and what the circumstances were. This time around, Evan wasn't sure which one it was—blessing or curse. So, he decided there was nothing left to do but make it something good. He took a textbook out of his school bag, set it in his lap, and grabbed a piece of parchment. Smoothing the parchment down on the book, Evan retrieved his quill and ink and started to write a letter. An explanation to his parents—or maybe he'd direct it towards the Leaky Cauldron. That was appropriate, wasn't it? To write ahead before you sought employment somewhere. Evan had never done this before; he didn't know what he was supposed to do. He hadn't even gotten anything written yet, and he had no idea where to begin.

Evan was getting frustrated—with himself, with the letter, with his situation at large. Then he saw Cassidy, and the tension in his chest melted. It always did when he saw her; her very presence had a way of cheering him up when nothing else could. Most days, that feeling was immediately followed by a sense of longing, because they could seldom share more than a glance these days. But then Cassidy spoke to him, and Evan couldn't help but smile. She handed him a cake—he didn't have the heart to tel her he was turning seventeen in July, not eighteen—and a nicely wrapped parcel, but he barely noticed. His attention was on her. After a moment he realized it was his turn to speak. "Erm...thanks," he said, awkward but earnest nonetheless. He shot a glance around the common room. "You—you want to—?" he gestured to the spot on the couch beside him, moving to give her room should she decide to sit by him.

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Cassidy Pollexfen
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Cassidy kept a straight face, although she was rolling her eyes at her ex-boyfriend's awkwardness. However, she couldn't blame him: news of them being together had spread throughout the school, putting him in an awkward position since he had Pureblood friends. She was confident about this, particularly because she had been questioned by her friends as to why she would date someone who bullied other people for six years of his entire life.

It had put Cassidy in a precarious position, in regards to her friendship bonds with other people, and considering how easily Caraway and Albus had fallen away from her, it was no surprise. Nobody believed the fact that Evan Bross would have changed overnight. Maybe if she hadn't eaten the poisoned candy, they would have been together but she knew better than to blame herself, especially when the incident had been purely circumstantial; she wouldn't have any way of knowing.

She set the cake on the table in front of the couches before taking up his offer, making herself comfortable in the empty space next to him.

"Here," Cassidy passed the wrapped package to him. "Thought it might help you with your self-awareness. Being conditioned by your parents is not a joke so I figured this might help you to override that conditioning instilled in you. It would also help build up confidence too."


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Evan Michael
 Posted: Apr 6 2018, 05:43 PM
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Evan was an awkward person, he couldn't help it. Social graces were something that had never come easy for him. He'd never been taught them. As far as he'd learned from his parents, politeness was reserved for situations in which it would prove advantageous—mainly interacting with people with more money or power than them—everyone else was unimportant and thus, not worth the effort. Saying things like "please" or "thank you" were really not all that challenging, but certain aspects of interaction with other people were. Evan often found himself at a loss for how to hold himself, what to say when someone said something that wasn't a question. Questions were easy to answer, but statements were a different matter. Was he supposed to make his own comment on the matter and risk starting an argument with the person? Or was he just supposed to nod and say "cool"? He didn't know. And the thing that made talking so difficult to get the hang of was that the rules varied from person to person.

He smiled at Cassidy; it was a reaction that often occurred without his knowledge, of its own accord. This time, he made no effort to stifle the smile. He had no reason to. No one in the common room was paying any attention to them. He could've kissed her. No—he pushed that thought out of his head. They'd only broken up a few months ago; kissing would've been too abrupt, too surprising, too confusing. He couldn't kiss her, but...Merlin, he wanted to. She made him happy. When they'd first started dating, that happiness, combined with the innate danger of their relationship—his parents disapproval, their wrath looming over them like a cloud of smoke—felt like his soul was burning—as the months went on, the burning subsided to a gentle sort of warmth.

Evan's self awareness was an ironic thing—he had enough of it to know he didn't have much of it. He said things that came off as harsher than he'd meant for them to be, he hurt feelings without really meaning to. He was either entirely passive or rather aggressive. It was only after the words had found their way out of his mouth that he realized his mistake. Cassidy was right; his parents' conditioning would be a beast to overcome. He'd never really thought about ways to go about it, but he knew he wanted—needed—to do it. He took the package from her. "Thanks," he said. He unwrapped it carefully, making sure not to tear the paper, removing the journal from inside. He looked it over, flipping through the pages once, then looked at Cassidy, smiling. "It's really nice, Cass," he said, a part of him still wishing he could kiss her. "Thank you."

He set it down on the table. As long as she was here, he supposed he should try to make some sort of conversation. They hadn't spoken in so long, though. What was Cassidy doing these days? How had finals gone? Was she happy? Right then, Evan had no idea what to say. What was he supposed to say? "So, how—how are you?" he asked. Shit, had he developed a stammer? When had that happened? Maybe it was just Cassidy, the way just looking at her made him forget what he was saying. He looked down, a sheepish smile splitting across his face. "How'd finals go?" He asked, "We might have some classes together next year." Actually, he'd only just realized that, himself—about two seconds before he'd relayed it to Cassidy. With a twinge of embarrassment, he realized she probably already knew that. He cleared his throat awkwardly. "What do you think you're gonna take?" he asked, "If you don't mind me asking."

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"Same old, same old," Cassidy replied, knowing there wasn't anything much going on these days. Natalia had drifted from her, very much in a manner similar to Caraway, although it was probably because the girl had Finley's death to deal with and her own studies. In a way, it was a lot easier to forgive Natalia than Caraway due to the fact that both of them were in different houses.

An awkward air began to pick up. Initially, the girl had thought it was mostly on Evan's end but soon, she realised that it was probably not just on his end, it was on her end too. It was usually her who managed to ease people's nerves but now, she couldn't really do much. This was the first time talking to her ex-boyfriend – her friend – in a long time and now that they weren't together, she found herself at a loss for words.

Thankfully, Evan managed to continue the conversation, switching their topic to about their finals. "It was doable," she merely said and she grinned when Evan mentioned that they were going to be in the same class next year. She'd be out of the intermediate classes and entering the advanced classes, the ones for the older students. "I'll be doing Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions. I have to work really hard for the fourth subject though."

Merlin, she was going to graduate in two years.

This year had passed really slow, mostly because it was probably because of Morrigan's presence here, as well as The Ministry's interference, had made things ridiculously long for them. "You could help me with Potions if you're good at it," she smiled cheekily, hoping that Evan will pass on some of his sagely wisdom to her about Potions; she certainly needed all the help she could get, in regards to that.


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Evan Michael
 Posted: Apr 15 2018, 04:15 PM
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Hearing that Cassidy was well, Evan nodded, smiling. He was happy to hear she was alright. No matter what the history between them looked like—the good, the bad, the ugly—he wanted to see her well. The fact that they were no longer dating anymore didn't matter, and he couldn't bring himself to care about the fact that he wasn't supposed to be speaking to her in the first place. He didn't care about what his parents thought, not anymore. To hell with them, he thought. They meant nothing to him, and he meant nothing to them. Right now, especially, they were unimportant, irrelevant. What was important was Cassidy—this opportunity they had to speak for the first time since they'd broken up. And she was sitting right next to him. He could've draped his arms around her shoulders, and it would've been just like old times again, like nothing had changed. That would've been nice.

But he couldn't—he knew he couldn't. So he sat there in silence, looking at her and hoping she'd say something, because he had no idea what to say. Merlin's ass, why was he so awkward? A few months ago, he wouldn't have been like this. This was a new development, and he didn't like it. He sat there, turning his gaze from Cassidy to his fingers, picked at his cuticles a bit, then looked back at Cassidy. Shit, this was awkward. The silence was deafening—like the buzz of static on the radio. What was he supposed to say? He had no idea. Holding up conversations was not his forte by any stretch of the imagination. Eventually, he found words, asking her about her classes. But they sounded stupid as soon as they came out of his mouth. He wished he could've asked something more interesting, but he couldn't take it back now.

Evan's life was changing. He could feel it in a way that was impossible to explain; he just knew, not knowing why or how, simply...knowing. He could feel the earth shifting beneath his feet with each step he took. He could sense the sky above his head cracking every time the sun came up. His entire world was about to change, turn upside down, and he wasn't about to complain about it. A change was exactly what he needed—he had to get away. Away from his parents, from his old life, from the legacy that threatened to smother him alive. He needed to free himself from that, from them. So if that change did come, he would welcome it with open arms, and if it didn't, he'd make it happen. He didn't care what it took. He needed it to happen, and if that was by his own hands, then so be it.

Evan smiled sheepishly. "No, I'm not really all that great at potions. I can do it, but there are people who are a lot better than I am," He said, chuckling awkwardly. He was more into herbology. It was the only thing he was marginally better than mediocre in—everything else was so-so at best. And when it came to helping with classes, he considered himself to be more of a last resort. He was sure that had been the case with Nott just a month ago. "I can help you, if you want, I'm just saying I probably shouldn't be your first pick if you can help it. I'm more of a herbology person than anything." He shrugged. Christ, why was he so socially inept. Why couldn't he talk to her like a normal human. "Got any idea what you want to do after Hogwarts?"

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"I kind of do but it's not a magical profession," Cassidy explained, the thoughts of her career counselling session still lingering somewhere in the back of her head. The longer she stayed in Hogwarts, the more she questioned herself whether it was possible to be a dance teacher, given the fact that her qualifications were from.

"Herbology's fine too. I'd need to know which plants hold what sort of properties," Cassidy explained. Potions was more about putting things together but you needed to know what to mix; most of it was just following instructions while being mindful of what you were adding to the concoction — it wasn't simply a class she could slack on if she was going to make sure that she could do something with it.

The only issue she had with it was that it often needed a cauldron and be prepared in advance. What if there was a situation like Finley's were the time required for making a potion was literally impossible?

She proceeded to grab a small portion of cake and offer it to Evan. "Eat," she requested, more like demanded. The awkwardness was in the air and she was clearly quite annoyed by it so she told him off. "You don't have to worry about it being awkward. You're the one who's overreacting and making it awkward, you know that?"


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Evan Michael
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Evan nodded. “It’s good you have some idea what you want to do,” he said. He himself had wasted the first several years of his education. Now he was looking his seventh year in the face with no sense of direction or purpose. He had never found a calling beyond being an ass, and that didn’t pay the bills. Really, he supposed he’d always counted on his inheritance to carry him, but he didn’t trust his parents to leave him with much if he estranged himself from them. They were vindictive, especially when it came to their legacy. Evan dissociating from them would surely be seen as a terrible act of betrayal. In fact, he thought he’d heard a quote from muggle literature to mockingly fit that situation. He didn’t remember what it was, but he had thought it would sound a lot like a spell if it was spoken fast enough.

Realizing his train of thought had just pulled a Hogwarts Express, Evan blinked hard, as though his eyes were adjusting to the light—nevermind the fact that there was no more or less light than there had been a minute ago. “Hm? Oh, yeah,” he said, his lapse in mental presence doing nothing to ease his awkwardness, “I’m pretty good in herbology. I think it's the green thing.” He grinned. Green happened to be his favorite color, and not just because of his house. He wasn’t sure if he liked plants because he liked the color or if he liked the color because he liked plants. Maybe a bit of both. He still stood by what he’d told Tristan last month: he enjoyed the fact that plants didn’t talk back. They were calm, quiet, which was nice. Of course, Tristan hadn’t understood the appeal—which really wasn’t surprising in the slightest. The day Tristan didn’t pick a fight with someone was the day he died.

Cassidy then demanded he eat a piece of cake, which Evan wasn’t about to refuse. Cassidy was a very difficult person to say no to, for one thing, and the cake looked delicious. All in all, he didn’t stand a chance. When she scolded him for making things so awkward with his nervousness, he sighed, knowing she was right. "Sorry," He muttered, almost certain that wasn't the right response. The problem that was he didn't know what the right response was. Was he supposed to say anything? He was quiet for a moment, cracking his knuckles individually to keep his hands occupied while he tried to think of what to say to clear the air.

He cleared his throat before taking the plate from Cassidy and cutting off a bite of cake with the fork, putting it in his mouth. “Mmph,” he grunted before swallowing the cake. “Damn, that’s good.” Upon giving his appraisal, he took another bite. “Did you bake this?” He asked, looking at her again. This was so good, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she had. She had always struck him as someone who could bake, even if she didn’t do so often.

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