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giftee: the_lone_jen
request: : : Regulus Black/Evan Rosier. “First time, evolving out of a friendship, but not fluffy, they're Slytherins! Maybe hurt/comfort?”
rating: PG-13
pairing: Evan/Regulus mentions of Severus/Remus and Evan/Severus
warnings: slash, abuse, bird burning.
title: Waiting
by: shipchan
beta: yamistar8959
summary: As Slytherins went, Evan was lacking in tact, but he did know that he had to wait a bit before asking Regulus what had happened. So, he watched Regulus for a week or so, tracking him from class to class, noting that he spent far too long talking to the house elves when they would collect his dirty socks and that he would clip at least three things out of every Daily Prophet and stick them in books, as if they were flowers to be pressed.
a/n: I rewrote this about four times until I was happy with it. I hope that it fits the request and isn’t too painful to read.
giftee: the_lone_jen
request: : : Regulus Black/Evan Rosier. “First time, evolving out of a friendship, but not fluffy, they're Slytherins! Maybe hurt/comfort?”
rating: PG-13
pairing: Evan/Regulus mentions of Severus/Remus and Evan/Severus
warnings: slash, abuse, bird burning.
title: Waiting
by: shipchan
beta: yamistar8959
summary: As Slytherins went, Evan was lacking in tact, but he did know that he had to wait a bit before asking Regulus what had happened. So, he watched Regulus for a week or so, tracking him from class to class, noting that he spent far too long talking to the house elves when they would collect his dirty socks and that he would clip at least three things out of every Daily Prophet and stick them in books, as if they were flowers to be pressed.
a/n: I rewrote this about four times until I was happy with it. I hope that it fits the request and isn’t too painful to read.
Evan Rosier never saw anything interesting anymore. Classes bored him, his parents were always the same in the letters they sent him, telling him again and again how lucky he is to be a pure blood with money. Even Snape, who usually shared Evan’s disdain for the world as a whole, only ever talked about Lupin. Evan wished he would get over his daft crush so they could move on to more important topics-such as the fact that Lucius Malfoy visited the school a few days ago, wearing bright Gryffindor red (what was he thinking?!). It was the ending of 4th year (maybe the most boring and uneventful year of school Evan had had so far), and it was much hotter out then Scotland should have ever been. The days ran and blended together, and Evan felt his brain becoming softer as it became the 3ard day in a row no one talked to him.
Thus, when Young Regulus Black (Regulus is actually only a year younger then Evan, but Evan still likes to think of him as ‘young’) stumbled into the common room, covered in purple-yellow bruises, clutching a stitch in his side, Evan was interested. Normally, Evan wouldn’t have cared so much about the young Black’s injuries, but there was nothing else to care about.
As Slytherins went, Evan was lacking in tact, but he did know that he had to wait a bit before asking Regulus what had happened. So, he watched Regulus for a week or so, tracking him from class to class, noting that he spent far too long talking to the house elves when they would collect his dirty socks and that he would clip at least three things out of every Daily Prophet and stick them in books, as if they were flowers to be pressed.
He supposed that Regulus and he were friends, in some way. They shared an aunt, or something like that, so they'd seen each other at family reunions; but he has never paid much attention to him. This may have been because they have the age difference, but he thinks it is more because of how different they are. For instance; the Blacks and the Rosiers, even though they are related, couldn’t look any different from each other. Regulus was tall-taller then most third years, but still smaller then his brother-but he was only thirteen, so he hadn't started to grow into his limbs. He had trimmed his hair terribly short (most likely to look less like his blood traitor brother who keeps his hair even longer then Snape’s), and it made his long, sharp features look even longer. His eyes were a clear grey, and his skin was perfectly pale. In short, he was the perfect pure blood.
Evan, on the other hand, saw and knew what he really was-the product of too much inbreeding. He was too tiny, so small that in first year, when he tried to make his broom go, up it didn’t even seem to notice he was there. He had common, light brown hair that was much too curly and always out of place. His blue eyes, while pretty to look at, became basically useless at six, and ever since he had had to wear thick glasses that seem to thicken every year. His skin was pale and burned easily. He often wondered if he would make a better doll than a person. He just hoped he died before his mind started to go like his parent’s had.
Finally, Evan’s patience failed him. One night, after everyone had gone up to their dorms, or was asleep, except Regulus and him, he walked over to the younger boy.
“Oi!” he said, with all the might one can muster at four in the morning, “Why are you always covered in bruises?” As soon as he said this, he wished he hadn’t, because he realized he sounded like Wilkes. Regulus looked up in surprise, his wide eyes becoming even wider.
“Pardon?” he says softly.
“I said, ‘why are you always covered in bruises?’.” Evan planted his hands on his hips, and Regulus gulped. Evan liked that Regulus was scared. Later, he thought, he would tell Severus about this, and he would laugh.
“I fell down the moving stair cases,” replied Regulus. It was obvious he has rehearsed this, but he was not a very good actor. At least, not in front of Evan.
“You fall down every night?” Evan looks over his glasses at Regulus, whose now blurry form sank more into his chair.
“Yes…” it was almost a question.
“Don’t lie to me!” snapped Evan. It felt good to yell at someone. He hadn’t in weeks, and he had missed the feeling of it. Regulus flinched and looked away. He murmured something under his breath.
“Speak up!” said Evan.
“It’s just my brother,” said Regulus. “He doesn’t really mean any
harm.”
“Ah yes, Sirius Black and his band of odd balls.” Evan pushed his glasses up and smiled in a way he hoped looked smart and devious.
Evan had seen Sirius Black and his gang of hoodlums, swaggering about the school. He had heard some people remark how cool they were and others on how taxing they are on the school, what with all their pranks. From what Evan had seen, they were nothing but a band of stupid bullies. Evan knew Sirius Black. He had seen him at family reunions and heard that Sirius was the ‘bad boy’ of the pure blood families. To Evan, he seemed a bit sad. Like the misplaced child at a party that yells, ‘look at me, look at me’ again and again, until his mother pretends to take notice.
His friend, James Potter, seemed like most pure blooded children Evan had met, spoiled and made to think he was special in some way by his parents. He also had the added arrogance of the mudbloods, sneering at those who used dark magic. Evan had seen him pick on first years and try to chat up girls. He couldn’t help feeling a bit sorry that this was the future leader of all that was good and light.
The group fag, Peter something, was an out of shape boy who seemed to be lacking in just about every class. There was also something off about him that Evan couldn’t put his finger on. Even Evan had felt bad for Kim Chang when Potter had cut off her long braids while sleeping in history of magic, and, upon waking, had started to weep. All the Peter boy had done was laugh. It had made Evan feel something that he couldn’t put a name to, but he remembered he had felt it when he had watched Bellatrix Black set birds on fire when he was seven.
The only one who seemed half way decent was Lupin, but Evan just didn’t like him for some reason.
“Why don’t you just hex him?” asked Evan.
“Because he’s my brother!” said Regulus. Sometimes, Evan wondered if Regulus had only gotten into Slytherin because he had asked the hat to put him there.
“So?” said Evan “He’s beating you up. Fight back!”
“He doesn’t mean anything by it, really.” said Regulus again “He’s just mad that I don’t stand up to mum and dad when we’re at home.”
“That’s no excuse!” replied Evan.
Regulus stood up, suddenly, making Evan feel small for a moment “I must be off to bed, there are classes tomorrow.”
Evan wasn’t sure why, but he felt a large surge of anger go through him. Maybe it was the fact that Regulus was supposed to be a powerful, pure blood and he was cowering in front of his nimrod brother. Maybe it was the fact the letter Evan’s parents had sent him this morning was signed ‘Mr. & Mrs. Rosier’. Or maybe it was simply the fact Regulus was taller then Evan. In either case, it made him forget that Regulus was a Black and had known him since they were four.
“You’re such an idiot! Fight back!” he yelled, stepping closer to Regulus.
“What?” asked Regulus in the wet way people do when they are tired, being yelled at, and are thirteen.
“Fight back, you inbred bastard, that’s what your wand is for!”
Regulus bit his lip and slowly slide down onto the stone floor.
“You’re pathetic.” Evan said a little more quietly, but with the same venom.
“I’m sorry.” said Regulus, staring at the ground “I just…I’m sorry.”
Evan stood over Regulus for a few moments, sneering and breathing in and out harshly. He felt the anger slowly drain out of him.
“Sorry,” he said “Please just…don’t cry or anything…please.” The worst thing that could happen at that moment was if Regulus started to cry. Regulus murmured something that might have been ‘I’m sorry.’ again and continued to stare at the floor.
Evan stepped a little closer and pet Regulus’s head in a way he hoped was soothing but was almost sure wasn’t. Regulus grabbed hold of Evan’s legs suddenly and Evan was sure he was going to be hexed. He fell to the floor and tried to remember where he had set his wand down (and WHY?). Regulus was still and continued to cling to him.
Evan tried to pull away, but Regulus clung tighter to him and made his way up his body so that he was eye level with Evan.
“Please stay with me?” asked Regulus. Evan cringed but didn’t pull away. The stone floor was cold and he hoped Regulus would fall asleep soon. Unfortunately, Regulus’s grip held strong for thirty minutes or so, until it finally weakened enough for him to pull away. He dragged
Regulus to a couch and propped him up against it (he wasn’t strong enough to actually place him on it).
“Please don’t tell anyone about this.” said Regulus, surprising Evan, who had thought he was asleep.
“I won’t.” said Evan.
This went on for the rest of the year. Evan would wait for Regulus until he would come into the common room late at night and let him hold him. Sometimes he would kiss him (it was Evan’s first kiss, but he didn't care), and once or twice they do even more (Evan did mind this and always shut his eyes when it happened, and ended up thinking about Severus trying to fly his broom). Every night, Regulus said the same thing “Don’t tell anyone, alright?” and Evan couldn’t wait to tell Severus.
request: : : Regulus Black/Evan Rosier. “First time, evolving out of a friendship, but not fluffy, they're Slytherins! Maybe hurt/comfort?”
rating: PG-13
pairing: Evan/Regulus mentions of Severus/Remus and Evan/Severus
warnings: slash, abuse, bird burning.
title: Waiting
by: shipchan
beta: yamistar8959
summary: As Slytherins went, Evan was lacking in tact, but he did know that he had to wait a bit before asking Regulus what had happened. So, he watched Regulus for a week or so, tracking him from class to class, noting that he spent far too long talking to the house elves when they would collect his dirty socks and that he would clip at least three things out of every Daily Prophet and stick them in books, as if they were flowers to be pressed.
a/n: I rewrote this about four times until I was happy with it. I hope that it fits the request and isn’t too painful to read.
giftee: the_lone_jen
request: : : Regulus Black/Evan Rosier. “First time, evolving out of a friendship, but not fluffy, they're Slytherins! Maybe hurt/comfort?”
rating: PG-13
pairing: Evan/Regulus mentions of Severus/Remus and Evan/Severus
warnings: slash, abuse, bird burning.
title: Waiting
by: shipchan
beta: yamistar8959
summary: As Slytherins went, Evan was lacking in tact, but he did know that he had to wait a bit before asking Regulus what had happened. So, he watched Regulus for a week or so, tracking him from class to class, noting that he spent far too long talking to the house elves when they would collect his dirty socks and that he would clip at least three things out of every Daily Prophet and stick them in books, as if they were flowers to be pressed.
a/n: I rewrote this about four times until I was happy with it. I hope that it fits the request and isn’t too painful to read.
Evan Rosier never saw anything interesting anymore. Classes bored him, his parents were always the same in the letters they sent him, telling him again and again how lucky he is to be a pure blood with money. Even Snape, who usually shared Evan’s disdain for the world as a whole, only ever talked about Lupin. Evan wished he would get over his daft crush so they could move on to more important topics-such as the fact that Lucius Malfoy visited the school a few days ago, wearing bright Gryffindor red (what was he thinking?!). It was the ending of 4th year (maybe the most boring and uneventful year of school Evan had had so far), and it was much hotter out then Scotland should have ever been. The days ran and blended together, and Evan felt his brain becoming softer as it became the 3ard day in a row no one talked to him.
Thus, when Young Regulus Black (Regulus is actually only a year younger then Evan, but Evan still likes to think of him as ‘young’) stumbled into the common room, covered in purple-yellow bruises, clutching a stitch in his side, Evan was interested. Normally, Evan wouldn’t have cared so much about the young Black’s injuries, but there was nothing else to care about.
As Slytherins went, Evan was lacking in tact, but he did know that he had to wait a bit before asking Regulus what had happened. So, he watched Regulus for a week or so, tracking him from class to class, noting that he spent far too long talking to the house elves when they would collect his dirty socks and that he would clip at least three things out of every Daily Prophet and stick them in books, as if they were flowers to be pressed.
He supposed that Regulus and he were friends, in some way. They shared an aunt, or something like that, so they'd seen each other at family reunions; but he has never paid much attention to him. This may have been because they have the age difference, but he thinks it is more because of how different they are. For instance; the Blacks and the Rosiers, even though they are related, couldn’t look any different from each other. Regulus was tall-taller then most third years, but still smaller then his brother-but he was only thirteen, so he hadn't started to grow into his limbs. He had trimmed his hair terribly short (most likely to look less like his blood traitor brother who keeps his hair even longer then Snape’s), and it made his long, sharp features look even longer. His eyes were a clear grey, and his skin was perfectly pale. In short, he was the perfect pure blood.
Evan, on the other hand, saw and knew what he really was-the product of too much inbreeding. He was too tiny, so small that in first year, when he tried to make his broom go, up it didn’t even seem to notice he was there. He had common, light brown hair that was much too curly and always out of place. His blue eyes, while pretty to look at, became basically useless at six, and ever since he had had to wear thick glasses that seem to thicken every year. His skin was pale and burned easily. He often wondered if he would make a better doll than a person. He just hoped he died before his mind started to go like his parent’s had.
Finally, Evan’s patience failed him. One night, after everyone had gone up to their dorms, or was asleep, except Regulus and him, he walked over to the younger boy.
“Oi!” he said, with all the might one can muster at four in the morning, “Why are you always covered in bruises?” As soon as he said this, he wished he hadn’t, because he realized he sounded like Wilkes. Regulus looked up in surprise, his wide eyes becoming even wider.
“Pardon?” he says softly.
“I said, ‘why are you always covered in bruises?’.” Evan planted his hands on his hips, and Regulus gulped. Evan liked that Regulus was scared. Later, he thought, he would tell Severus about this, and he would laugh.
“I fell down the moving stair cases,” replied Regulus. It was obvious he has rehearsed this, but he was not a very good actor. At least, not in front of Evan.
“You fall down every night?” Evan looks over his glasses at Regulus, whose now blurry form sank more into his chair.
“Yes…” it was almost a question.
“Don’t lie to me!” snapped Evan. It felt good to yell at someone. He hadn’t in weeks, and he had missed the feeling of it. Regulus flinched and looked away. He murmured something under his breath.
“Speak up!” said Evan.
“It’s just my brother,” said Regulus. “He doesn’t really mean any
harm.”
“Ah yes, Sirius Black and his band of odd balls.” Evan pushed his glasses up and smiled in a way he hoped looked smart and devious.
Evan had seen Sirius Black and his gang of hoodlums, swaggering about the school. He had heard some people remark how cool they were and others on how taxing they are on the school, what with all their pranks. From what Evan had seen, they were nothing but a band of stupid bullies. Evan knew Sirius Black. He had seen him at family reunions and heard that Sirius was the ‘bad boy’ of the pure blood families. To Evan, he seemed a bit sad. Like the misplaced child at a party that yells, ‘look at me, look at me’ again and again, until his mother pretends to take notice.
His friend, James Potter, seemed like most pure blooded children Evan had met, spoiled and made to think he was special in some way by his parents. He also had the added arrogance of the mudbloods, sneering at those who used dark magic. Evan had seen him pick on first years and try to chat up girls. He couldn’t help feeling a bit sorry that this was the future leader of all that was good and light.
The group fag, Peter something, was an out of shape boy who seemed to be lacking in just about every class. There was also something off about him that Evan couldn’t put his finger on. Even Evan had felt bad for Kim Chang when Potter had cut off her long braids while sleeping in history of magic, and, upon waking, had started to weep. All the Peter boy had done was laugh. It had made Evan feel something that he couldn’t put a name to, but he remembered he had felt it when he had watched Bellatrix Black set birds on fire when he was seven.
The only one who seemed half way decent was Lupin, but Evan just didn’t like him for some reason.
“Why don’t you just hex him?” asked Evan.
“Because he’s my brother!” said Regulus. Sometimes, Evan wondered if Regulus had only gotten into Slytherin because he had asked the hat to put him there.
“So?” said Evan “He’s beating you up. Fight back!”
“He doesn’t mean anything by it, really.” said Regulus again “He’s just mad that I don’t stand up to mum and dad when we’re at home.”
“That’s no excuse!” replied Evan.
Regulus stood up, suddenly, making Evan feel small for a moment “I must be off to bed, there are classes tomorrow.”
Evan wasn’t sure why, but he felt a large surge of anger go through him. Maybe it was the fact that Regulus was supposed to be a powerful, pure blood and he was cowering in front of his nimrod brother. Maybe it was the fact the letter Evan’s parents had sent him this morning was signed ‘Mr. & Mrs. Rosier’. Or maybe it was simply the fact Regulus was taller then Evan. In either case, it made him forget that Regulus was a Black and had known him since they were four.
“You’re such an idiot! Fight back!” he yelled, stepping closer to Regulus.
“What?” asked Regulus in the wet way people do when they are tired, being yelled at, and are thirteen.
“Fight back, you inbred bastard, that’s what your wand is for!”
Regulus bit his lip and slowly slide down onto the stone floor.
“You’re pathetic.” Evan said a little more quietly, but with the same venom.
“I’m sorry.” said Regulus, staring at the ground “I just…I’m sorry.”
Evan stood over Regulus for a few moments, sneering and breathing in and out harshly. He felt the anger slowly drain out of him.
“Sorry,” he said “Please just…don’t cry or anything…please.” The worst thing that could happen at that moment was if Regulus started to cry. Regulus murmured something that might have been ‘I’m sorry.’ again and continued to stare at the floor.
Evan stepped a little closer and pet Regulus’s head in a way he hoped was soothing but was almost sure wasn’t. Regulus grabbed hold of Evan’s legs suddenly and Evan was sure he was going to be hexed. He fell to the floor and tried to remember where he had set his wand down (and WHY?). Regulus was still and continued to cling to him.
Evan tried to pull away, but Regulus clung tighter to him and made his way up his body so that he was eye level with Evan.
“Please stay with me?” asked Regulus. Evan cringed but didn’t pull away. The stone floor was cold and he hoped Regulus would fall asleep soon. Unfortunately, Regulus’s grip held strong for thirty minutes or so, until it finally weakened enough for him to pull away. He dragged
Regulus to a couch and propped him up against it (he wasn’t strong enough to actually place him on it).
“Please don’t tell anyone about this.” said Regulus, surprising Evan, who had thought he was asleep.
“I won’t.” said Evan.
This went on for the rest of the year. Evan would wait for Regulus until he would come into the common room late at night and let him hold him. Sometimes he would kiss him (it was Evan’s first kiss, but he didn't care), and once or twice they do even more (Evan did mind this and always shut his eyes when it happened, and ended up thinking about Severus trying to fly his broom). Every night, Regulus said the same thing “Don’t tell anyone, alright?” and Evan couldn’t wait to tell Severus.