Fic; Gossip [Evan Rosier, G]
Title: Gossip
Character(s): Evan Rosier, Wilkes
Prompt: supernova
Rating: G
Word count: 715
Author's notes: Very slight allusion to Evan/Emmeline. Mostly based off the sudden revelation that guys gossip more than I ever thought they did.
“Can anyone tell me what this is a picture of?”
“Jeez, professor. I thought you could tell what a star looked like by now.”
The Gryffindor part of the room erupted in laughter while the Slytherin side stayed quiet as the grave. Oh yes, Black was just so funny and cool with his half-witted sarcasm. That was why he was disowned, and for being a blood traitor and shame to the name of Black if you wanted to get technical.
Rolling his eyes, Evan Rosier turned his eyes back to the scratch piece of parchment in front of him. He frowned a little and scribbled response. None of your business.
What do you mean none of my business? She’s a Gryffindor, was the response from Wilkes a couple minutes later.
Another roll of his eyes and another flick of his wrist, and the note went back to his desk partner. And also none of your business.
C’mon. I’m one of your best mates.
And?
And so you should tell me these things.
What things?
You. Vance. Dating.
I don’t recall ever saying that we were dating…
“And what about this, class?” asked their professor, putting up another slide after the last one, yes it really was a star, was correctly identified.
“A painting of a supernova,” a red-haired Gryffindor replied, barely even raising her hand before opening her big mouth and stealing any chance that anyone would’ve had of answering. Her lack of patience was probably due to Sirius’s stupid answer, but still, there was a limit of how much a person could suck up in one day.
You went on a date yesterday.
I would hardly call a walk around the lake a date.
It’s Hogwarts. It’s either that… or the library.
Hm, good point.
You’re getting me off topic. Answer my question.
I did. It’s none of your business.
Just tell me one thing, do you like her?
Would I have asked her out if I didn’t?
So you are dating!
One date does not equal dating unless your name is Potter and thankfully, mine is not.
True, true. Do you want to date her then?
You realize that you’ve spent most of this lesson harassing me for gossip?
That’s not the point. The point is that you went out with Emmeline Vance.
And a fine point it is.
What’s your dad have to say about her?
I haven’t mentioned it to him.
“Mister Rosier… what is this?”
Evan looked up from the note he and Wilkes had been passing to see that most of the class was staring at him. This was obviously not the first time she’d ask him that question. “Hm?”
The professor gestured to the slide on the wall. “Well?”
In all honesty, he had no idea what that was. Something that he would never use again and really didn’t care about. Yes, she would love that answer. “A… galaxy?”
Wilkes snorted and was rewarded with a glare from Evan.
“Not quite, Mister Rosier,” the professor said slowly. “I give you a textbook for a reason.”
“Sorry ma’am.”
The professor moved onto another victim and not made any wiser by the incident with the unidentified star thing, the two Slytherins continued their note.
And why haven’t you mentioned it to him?
Because it’s my dad.
You don’t think he’d approve?
I know he won’t.
How come?
She’s a blood traitor, by his book.
Whoa, wait. She’s a pureblood?
Mhm.
I had no idea.
Not that surprising.
Git. How much do you like her?
None of your business.
That’s getting old.
So is your gossip.
I’m not gossiping. I’m looking out for your well-being.
I think I can handle myself.
Can you?
Yes, I really can.
Why don’t you answer the question?
You’re very random.
And you can’t stay on topic.
Alright fine, fine. I like her.
How much?
Enough.
Enough for what?
To continue dating her.
HA! I knew you two were dating.
Gossip.
“Alright class, put away your books,” The professor commanded above the sudden rustle of papers. “Now, pick a partner, and let’s get outside.”
“Mate, if you choose Vance over me, I’m going to slug you,” Wilkes muttered, joining the rest of the class in packing up his things.
Evan laughed and didn’t deign to answer.
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Character(s): Evan Rosier, Wilkes
Prompt: supernova
Rating: G
Word count: 715
Author's notes: Very slight allusion to Evan/Emmeline. Mostly based off the sudden revelation that guys gossip more than I ever thought they did.
“Can anyone tell me what this is a picture of?”
“Jeez, professor. I thought you could tell what a star looked like by now.”
The Gryffindor part of the room erupted in laughter while the Slytherin side stayed quiet as the grave. Oh yes, Black was just so funny and cool with his half-witted sarcasm. That was why he was disowned, and for being a blood traitor and shame to the name of Black if you wanted to get technical.
Rolling his eyes, Evan Rosier turned his eyes back to the scratch piece of parchment in front of him. He frowned a little and scribbled response. None of your business.
What do you mean none of my business? She’s a Gryffindor, was the response from Wilkes a couple minutes later.
Another roll of his eyes and another flick of his wrist, and the note went back to his desk partner. And also none of your business.
C’mon. I’m one of your best mates.
And?
And so you should tell me these things.
What things?
You. Vance. Dating.
I don’t recall ever saying that we were dating…
“And what about this, class?” asked their professor, putting up another slide after the last one, yes it really was a star, was correctly identified.
“A painting of a supernova,” a red-haired Gryffindor replied, barely even raising her hand before opening her big mouth and stealing any chance that anyone would’ve had of answering. Her lack of patience was probably due to Sirius’s stupid answer, but still, there was a limit of how much a person could suck up in one day.
You went on a date yesterday.
I would hardly call a walk around the lake a date.
It’s Hogwarts. It’s either that… or the library.
Hm, good point.
You’re getting me off topic. Answer my question.
I did. It’s none of your business.
Just tell me one thing, do you like her?
Would I have asked her out if I didn’t?
So you are dating!
One date does not equal dating unless your name is Potter and thankfully, mine is not.
True, true. Do you want to date her then?
You realize that you’ve spent most of this lesson harassing me for gossip?
That’s not the point. The point is that you went out with Emmeline Vance.
And a fine point it is.
What’s your dad have to say about her?
I haven’t mentioned it to him.
“Mister Rosier… what is this?”
Evan looked up from the note he and Wilkes had been passing to see that most of the class was staring at him. This was obviously not the first time she’d ask him that question. “Hm?”
The professor gestured to the slide on the wall. “Well?”
In all honesty, he had no idea what that was. Something that he would never use again and really didn’t care about. Yes, she would love that answer. “A… galaxy?”
Wilkes snorted and was rewarded with a glare from Evan.
“Not quite, Mister Rosier,” the professor said slowly. “I give you a textbook for a reason.”
“Sorry ma’am.”
The professor moved onto another victim and not made any wiser by the incident with the unidentified star thing, the two Slytherins continued their note.
And why haven’t you mentioned it to him?
Because it’s my dad.
You don’t think he’d approve?
I know he won’t.
How come?
She’s a blood traitor, by his book.
Whoa, wait. She’s a pureblood?
Mhm.
I had no idea.
Not that surprising.
Git. How much do you like her?
None of your business.
That’s getting old.
So is your gossip.
I’m not gossiping. I’m looking out for your well-being.
I think I can handle myself.
Can you?
Yes, I really can.
Why don’t you answer the question?
You’re very random.
And you can’t stay on topic.
Alright fine, fine. I like her.
How much?
Enough.
Enough for what?
To continue dating her.
HA! I knew you two were dating.
Gossip.
“Alright class, put away your books,” The professor commanded above the sudden rustle of papers. “Now, pick a partner, and let’s get outside.”
“Mate, if you choose Vance over me, I’m going to slug you,” Wilkes muttered, joining the rest of the class in packing up his things.
Evan laughed and didn’t deign to answer.
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