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Title: Friendships
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Evan Rosier and Peter Pettigrew
Rating: PG
Warnings: Probs none...unless Evan counts as a warning...
It is fall and Evan is taking a much needed break to be sociable. Perhaps it is to prove to himself that he can actually still behave just like everyone else. He decides not to think on that, focusing instead on the young boy sitting a mere two tables away from him. Pettigrew if he remembers correctly. He was a Gryffindor two years his junior if he recalls. He was always with Potter, Black, and Lupin. The little lap dog that followed them around and laughed at their jokes, trying to make up for his lack of importance when it came to their group. That was why it was so curious that he was alone. What's even more curious is that they've been looking for an in when it came to the Marauders for at least a month. He's not sure why but Potter and his beloved Evans - or was she Potter now, as well? - were important to the Dark Lord. It seemed like a perfect situation.
Excusing himself, Evan makes his way over to the table where Pettigrew was sitting, slipping effortlessly into the seat across from the other boy. He resisted the urge to smile as Pettigrew jumped, deciding to keep a vaguely curious expression on his face instead.
"Umm...He-hello?"
Evan remains quiet for a moment before saying, "You look awfully familiar. Pettigrew, isn't it?"
Peter's face flashes with some sort of fear before he settles on confused. "Y-yes. That's me." Evan doesn't smile again when he squeaks, just looks down at the table, face neutral. "Ho-how did you- Oh. Wait. Do you know James and Sirius? You're a little too quiet for them, though. Maybe Remus?"
This time he does smile as he looks up. "Know of them," he clarifies. "But I've always been more curious about you, truly."
Peter looks surprised and confused and a mixture of things that make Evan want to laugh to himself, but he doesn't. He remains absolutely silent as Peter says, "What? M-me? N-no. I'm not the interesting one."
"But you are, Pettigrew. What is your first name. I prefer going by first names. My name is Evan. Evan Rosier." Full disclosure when it comes to names is hardly going to hurt him too much at this point. They went to school together. "I was two years ahead of you in school."
There's no light of recognition, and Evan can't really say he's surprised. In fact, it's better this way. "Peter. Peter Pettigrew," he says finally. Peter's expression grows a bit curious in turn and he asks, "Why are you curious about me?"
If he had been anyone else, Evan might have bounced around in his seat. However, he isn't someone else. He is Evan Rosier, so he leans forward, elbows resting on the table in front of him. He props his chin on his palm and focuses on Peter intently, making sure the other boy is looking back at him. "You're...different from the other three," he replies. He is. He's not nearly quality enough to be part of their group from what he remembers, but there has to be a reason that he's there. "You're something special, Peter. Just trust me on this. I can hardly form the words to explain."
"You're not..." Peter looks suspicious for a moment. "You're not...you know...trying to say you fancy me or anything, are you?"
Evan laughs before he can stop himself, covering his mouth to muffle the sound. "No, Peter. I don't fancy you. Don't be disappointed, though." He reaches out to lightly pat Peter's wrist and only smiles at him reassuringly despite the urge to laugh again. "My interest in you is perfectly platonic." After a pause, Evan asks, "So why are you out on your own?"
A shadow passes over Peter's expression. Evan isn't sure what it means, but it means something is not quite right in paradise. "Sirius and Remus are...well, they're really busy. That's not their fault though. I mean...they're just busy and James is married and everyone's just got work and things."
Evan smiles faintly before withdrawing his hand and looking at Peter sympathetically. "So you've been on your own for a bit, have you? I'm sorry to hear that. It's never fun to be alone."
Peter's brows furrow and he shakes his head. "It's not their fault. They are just busy. They've just got a lot of stuff to do. I'm used to it anyway."
"Of course, Peter," Evan allows, a slow smile spreading across his face. "But don't let yourself feel alone because of that." He pulls out a piece of parchment, jotting down an address to hand to Peter with another smile. "If you need me for anything, Peter, don't hesitate to stop by or send an owl. I'd be happy to help make sure you don't have to spend so much time alone. What do you say?"
For a minute, Peter just stares at him as if bewildered. He recovers, but only marginally. "Why would you do that? I don't..." He frowned slightly. "I don't understand."
"Whatever do you mean, Peter? Everyone needs a friend, don't they?" There's still an obvious confusion to Peter's features and Evan can't help but give him a fond smile. "I'm offering you my friendship, Peter. Don't worry yourself over it. You can take it or leave it, but I really hope you'll take it."
Peter blinks a few times before nodding a bit, a smile finally appearing on his face. "I...I'd like that." After a moment, he glances at the watch on his wrist, eyes widening a little. "Oh! I'm sorry. I have to go, but...I'll see you soon?"
Evan inclines his head, smiling a little wider as Peter rushes to get himself together so he can leave. There's a moment where his eyes widen again and he curses softly, muttering about not even having paid yet. "I'll take care of it, Peter. Don't worry. I've got enough money for it. I insist you let me. My first act as a friend. You can pay me back by coming to lunch with me on Wednesday. How about that?"
The relief is obvious on the other boy's face and Evan covers his mouth to hide a smirk. "Thank you. Wednesday. I'll be...where will I be?"
Chuckling softly, Evan says, "Here, Peter. I'll meet you here at noon exactly." Peter smiles brightly before offering a rushed goodbye and slipping out of the Leaky Cauldron. The minute he's gone, Evan smirks gaze dropping to the table. After paying, he makes his way back to the table, glancing toward Severus and another man. "I think we've found our way in."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Evan Rosier and Peter Pettigrew
Rating: PG
Warnings: Probs none...unless Evan counts as a warning...
It is fall and Evan is taking a much needed break to be sociable. Perhaps it is to prove to himself that he can actually still behave just like everyone else. He decides not to think on that, focusing instead on the young boy sitting a mere two tables away from him. Pettigrew if he remembers correctly. He was a Gryffindor two years his junior if he recalls. He was always with Potter, Black, and Lupin. The little lap dog that followed them around and laughed at their jokes, trying to make up for his lack of importance when it came to their group. That was why it was so curious that he was alone. What's even more curious is that they've been looking for an in when it came to the Marauders for at least a month. He's not sure why but Potter and his beloved Evans - or was she Potter now, as well? - were important to the Dark Lord. It seemed like a perfect situation.
Excusing himself, Evan makes his way over to the table where Pettigrew was sitting, slipping effortlessly into the seat across from the other boy. He resisted the urge to smile as Pettigrew jumped, deciding to keep a vaguely curious expression on his face instead.
"Umm...He-hello?"
Evan remains quiet for a moment before saying, "You look awfully familiar. Pettigrew, isn't it?"
Peter's face flashes with some sort of fear before he settles on confused. "Y-yes. That's me." Evan doesn't smile again when he squeaks, just looks down at the table, face neutral. "Ho-how did you- Oh. Wait. Do you know James and Sirius? You're a little too quiet for them, though. Maybe Remus?"
This time he does smile as he looks up. "Know of them," he clarifies. "But I've always been more curious about you, truly."
Peter looks surprised and confused and a mixture of things that make Evan want to laugh to himself, but he doesn't. He remains absolutely silent as Peter says, "What? M-me? N-no. I'm not the interesting one."
"But you are, Pettigrew. What is your first name. I prefer going by first names. My name is Evan. Evan Rosier." Full disclosure when it comes to names is hardly going to hurt him too much at this point. They went to school together. "I was two years ahead of you in school."
There's no light of recognition, and Evan can't really say he's surprised. In fact, it's better this way. "Peter. Peter Pettigrew," he says finally. Peter's expression grows a bit curious in turn and he asks, "Why are you curious about me?"
If he had been anyone else, Evan might have bounced around in his seat. However, he isn't someone else. He is Evan Rosier, so he leans forward, elbows resting on the table in front of him. He props his chin on his palm and focuses on Peter intently, making sure the other boy is looking back at him. "You're...different from the other three," he replies. He is. He's not nearly quality enough to be part of their group from what he remembers, but there has to be a reason that he's there. "You're something special, Peter. Just trust me on this. I can hardly form the words to explain."
"You're not..." Peter looks suspicious for a moment. "You're not...you know...trying to say you fancy me or anything, are you?"
Evan laughs before he can stop himself, covering his mouth to muffle the sound. "No, Peter. I don't fancy you. Don't be disappointed, though." He reaches out to lightly pat Peter's wrist and only smiles at him reassuringly despite the urge to laugh again. "My interest in you is perfectly platonic." After a pause, Evan asks, "So why are you out on your own?"
A shadow passes over Peter's expression. Evan isn't sure what it means, but it means something is not quite right in paradise. "Sirius and Remus are...well, they're really busy. That's not their fault though. I mean...they're just busy and James is married and everyone's just got work and things."
Evan smiles faintly before withdrawing his hand and looking at Peter sympathetically. "So you've been on your own for a bit, have you? I'm sorry to hear that. It's never fun to be alone."
Peter's brows furrow and he shakes his head. "It's not their fault. They are just busy. They've just got a lot of stuff to do. I'm used to it anyway."
"Of course, Peter," Evan allows, a slow smile spreading across his face. "But don't let yourself feel alone because of that." He pulls out a piece of parchment, jotting down an address to hand to Peter with another smile. "If you need me for anything, Peter, don't hesitate to stop by or send an owl. I'd be happy to help make sure you don't have to spend so much time alone. What do you say?"
For a minute, Peter just stares at him as if bewildered. He recovers, but only marginally. "Why would you do that? I don't..." He frowned slightly. "I don't understand."
"Whatever do you mean, Peter? Everyone needs a friend, don't they?" There's still an obvious confusion to Peter's features and Evan can't help but give him a fond smile. "I'm offering you my friendship, Peter. Don't worry yourself over it. You can take it or leave it, but I really hope you'll take it."
Peter blinks a few times before nodding a bit, a smile finally appearing on his face. "I...I'd like that." After a moment, he glances at the watch on his wrist, eyes widening a little. "Oh! I'm sorry. I have to go, but...I'll see you soon?"
Evan inclines his head, smiling a little wider as Peter rushes to get himself together so he can leave. There's a moment where his eyes widen again and he curses softly, muttering about not even having paid yet. "I'll take care of it, Peter. Don't worry. I've got enough money for it. I insist you let me. My first act as a friend. You can pay me back by coming to lunch with me on Wednesday. How about that?"
The relief is obvious on the other boy's face and Evan covers his mouth to hide a smirk. "Thank you. Wednesday. I'll be...where will I be?"
Chuckling softly, Evan says, "Here, Peter. I'll meet you here at noon exactly." Peter smiles brightly before offering a rushed goodbye and slipping out of the Leaky Cauldron. The minute he's gone, Evan smirks gaze dropping to the table. After paying, he makes his way back to the table, glancing toward Severus and another man. "I think we've found our way in."