Chapter 2
As Evan and Pandora walk back to the school, Pandora had been originally talking about plants but now was gushing about Lilly. Evan listens intently, nodding along to what his sister is saying but his mind is wandering.
"She's just so Pretty, Evan. Her hair, her eyes.." Pandora sighs. “mhmm” Evan says as they approach his dorm
As they actually get into Evan's dorm, Pandora continues to talk on and on about Lilly, oblivious to Evan's distracted demeanor. Evan gets in the room locks the door, trying to keep his mind on the conversation, but his thoughts keep drifting back to the stupid boxer.
Meanwhile Pandora flops on his bed “shoes” he says to her and she kicks them off prattling on about lily as Evan gets changed in the bathroom
As Pandora continues ranting to her brother, Evan quietly exits to change into sweats a green way too big hoodie, He can still hear pandora's voice rambling on about the girl's looks and personality personally Evan didn’t get the hype but maybe that was because he didn’t like gingers…..or girls.
Evan stands at the sink in the bathroom, his mind still stuck on the events of the evening, specifically the moments with the boxer in the bathroom. He tries to shake the thoughts away and focus on getting ready for bed.
“You sleeping here tonight or are you staying at Dorcas?”
"here," Pandora replies from the bedroom. Evan can hear her shuffling around, no doubt making herself comfortable on his bed.
*pandora often sleeps in his dorm due to the fact hers is across the Campus and is a forty five minute walks from Evan’s and Evan’s dorm is warmer anyway so he usually lets her stay plus Dorcas won’t be back for a while and Pandora DID NOT wish to walk in on her and Marlene again not fun.*
Evan knocks pandora out of her train of thought when he then tosses her some fluffy pants and a t shirt that pandora left there last time
Pandora catches the clothes and laughs as she sets them down next to her. She plops back down on the bed, still chatting away about Lilly Some how she has more to say.
"I wonder what she's doing right now," she sighs, a far off look on her face. "Do you think she ever thinks about me?"
Evan sighs, shaking his head slightly at his sister's infatuation. "Probably not," he says bluntly, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Hey! Don't be like that!," Pandora frowns, throwing a pillow at him playfully. "You just wait till you find some pretty boy you fall madly in love with."
”Yeah yeah” he says picking up the pillow and throwing it back at her as he sits at his desk rummaging in his drawers for something
Pandora snatches the pillow from the air and smacks him with it. "You're just jealous," she says, promptly As she pick up her phone falling back on the bed.
Evan ignores her and continues to rifle through his desk drawers, still looking for something.
"What are you looking for?" Pandora asks lazily, peeking over from the bed. “Sketch book” evan says
Pandora's curiosity is piqued, and she crawls off the bed to come look over Evan's shoulder.
"You're drawing something?" She asks, peering at the mess of papers and pencils scattered across the desk.
"Yeah," Evan replies, finally finding the sketchbook he was looking for. He flips through the pages, scanning the various drawings and sketches that litter the pages.
Pandora leans in closer, her chin nearly resting on his shoulder as she looks at the sketches.but after a bit she is bored and starts to tidy up a bit and in doing so Pandora picks up Evan's coat from the floor and notices the piece of paper that falls out. She picks it up, her eyes scanning the messy handwriting and numbers scribbled on it.
She looks at Evan curiously. "Whose number is this?" She asks, holding up the paper. Evan looks up from his sketchbook, and his eyes Squint slightly when he sees the piece of paper in Pandora's hand. He pauses for a moment before answering.
"That's...boxer boy number remember" he says lamely, not picking his head up as he draws.
“ohh yeah so are you gonna fix his face?”she asks sitting on the bed again
Evan shrugs, still intent on his sketches. "I kinda have to," he responds. "plus I could use the practice, right?"
"Mmhmm" she says and watches as he starts to draw, Evan focuses solely on the sketch, his hand moving deftly across the page as he adds details and shading. He loses himself in the rhythm of drawing, forgetting about Pandora's presence for the moment.
Pandora ends up laying down flat on her back on Evan’s bed before she gets an idea and sits up like a spring “Give me your phone” she says
Evan pauses for a moment, a bit thrown off by her request And her sudden movement. "Why do you need my phone?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at her curiously.
Only repose he gets is her putting her hand out expectantly not even loooking at him much less responding.
Evan nonetheless hands over his phone, still skeptical about why Pandora needs it. He goes back to his drawing, occasionally sneaking glances at her as she sits on the bed with the phone in her hand typing.
There you she says smiling and giving Evan his phone he takes his phone back, now sporting a bemused expression on his face. "What did you do ?" He asks, still not trusting her.
“I texted your boxer boy told him you were free Monday at six” she says humming as she grabs the clothes she was givin and heads to the bathroom to change Or In other words leaving before he had the chance to grab her and shake the shit out of her.
Evan's eyes widen as he registers what she says. "You did what?!" He stands up, his sketchbook forgotten for the moment, as he follows her to the bathroom door. only to stumble and almost fall mid sentence while standing up "panda! that is in two days,I have finals why would you…fuck!”
Pandora chuckles as she enters the bathroom. "Relax Evan, I just did you a favor." She closes the door with a smirk, leaving Evan on the floor outside, still dumbfounded.
As Evan walks back to the bed grumbling “you better pray I don’t tell a certain stupid red head about-” Evan huffs, But he can’t even finish his sentence before he’s interrupted by Pandora “no you won’t or I tell Reggie that it was you who stole his Notes for math and spilled matcha on them” . He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and returns to his desk, flipping open his sketchbook once again. “I should make you sleep outside” he grumbles
He ends up drawing mindlessly and puts on his glasses so he can see better,and as Evan continues to sketch, the tip of his pencil gliding across the paper with small scraping sounds. He adjusts his glasses, the frames slipping down his nose as he concentrates on the details.
His mind starts to wander as he draws. Images of bathroom earlier that night flash through his mind - the sharp angle of his jaw, the way his eyes held a mix of cockyness and pain, the raw power in his fighting movements. Evan shakes his head, trying to push the thoughts away. He didn’t even know what the guys name what was, what the hell, get it together Evan. He thought to himself
But the thoughts persist, filling his thoughts and manifesting themselves onto the page. The lines on the paper begin to take shape, and before he knows it, Evan has unconsciously started to draw Barty's face.
He looks at the page and he looks dumbfounded as if he didn’t Just draw it “okay what the fuck” he says closing the book and throwing it onto the desk
Evan sits back in his chair, completely stunned by what he just did. He stares at the closed sketchbook on his desk, the image of Barty's face still fresh in his mind.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" he mutters to himself, running a hand through his messy hair.
This is when pandora comes out of the bathroom with a pink bonnet on an faded pink hello kitty shirt with soft green fluffy pjs
Evan glances up at her, still reeling from his moment of artistic insanity. He suppresses a sigh, trying to compose himself.
"that’s mine” he sighs dryly, eyeing her pink bonnet.
She ignores him “what boy owns a pink bonnet?”, you have the green one anyway” she says as she flops back down on his bed looking at his desk “new drawing?”
Pandora then reach’s for the book and but Evan now remembering what he just drew in there he swiftly grabs it
Evan snatches the sketchbook away just in time, preventing Pandora from seeing the sketch. He holds it tightly, a mix of embarrassment and panic coursing through him.
"No, it's...it's just scribbles ," he responds quickly, trying to keep his tone nonchalant.
Evan sets the sketchbook down on the desk, trying to act casual despite the racing thoughts in his mind. He turns back to Pandora, his expression carefully neutral.
"Is there something else you need?" he asks, his tone tinged with suppressed annoyance.
"Nope…." She says eyeing the book Evan just snatched from her confused “wait actually can you get me my phone from the sink?”
Evan heads to the bathroom, grabbing her phone. He takes a moment to collect himself, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Evan?" he mutters under his breath before shaking himself out of it and leaving teh bathroom.
He exits the bathroom with her phone in his hand. He silently hands it to pandora.
"Here,” he says simply, avoiding eye contact.
That was until he notecd what was open open of her
Evan's heart sinks as he notices what Pandora is looking at. The sketchbook is open to the page where he accidentally drew Barty's face,
Evan lunges forward and yanks the sketchbook out of her hands, but the damage is done. Pandora has seen the drawings, and a wide grin spreads across her face.
"Oh my god," Pandora says, her voice filled with barely suppressed laughter. "You like the boxer boy!"
She desovles into giggles, Evan's face flushes red as he tries to downplay Pandora's statement. "No?!" He says "Yes!" she exclaims, still giggling.
She is rolling on the bed cackling and wheezing while attempting words that just turn into more laughter and Evan is visibly embarrassed.
"You're red," she points out, her giggles turning into full-blown laughter."Shut up, Pandora," he grumbles, he says smacking her with the book lightly
Pandora just keeps laughing, obviously amused by the whole situation.“I didn’t even mean to draw him it was your fault your brought him up and then texted him” he snips back setting the book on the desk and shooting panda a glare.
Pandora snorts, still trying to hold back her laughter. "Hey, I just did you a favor," she says, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You should thank me!" he scowls “I swear to god panda I will make you walk to your dorm right now if you don’t shut up
Pandora finally quiets down, but her smile remains wide. "Alright, alright, I'll stop," she says, holding up her hands in mock surrender.
Evan takes a deep breath and calms himself, though he still feels a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "You're lucky I'm so kind enough not to send you into the cold right now" he mutters, shooting her a half-hearted glare.
With that Evan goes through his night routine, brushes his teeth, washes his face, and puts on the green bonnet he owns. He then gets into his bed where panda is not sitting, plugging in his phone and pulling the covers up.
Pandora, who's still awake, looks over at him and whispers, "bet you can’t wait for monday” she says teasing him He scowls at her and mutters “I am not joking panda I will lock you outside”
Pandora just giggles and turns her back to him. "Yeah yeah alright goodnight" she says Evan rolls his eyes but settles into his pillow, trying to ignore the taunts and thoughts of the boy circulating in his head.
"night" he mutters back before closing his eyes and attempting to sleep. Evan's sleep is restless, filled with fragmented dreams and flashes of images - faces, places, and moments blended together in a chaotic montage. He tosses and turns, his mind refusing to settle, the events of the day replaying in his head like a broken record.
And as for Barty he was awoken the next day to the wonderful realization that he had caught a cold
Barty groaned as he woke up, his head pounding and his nose stuffy. He sat up in bed, feeling like he had…well lost last nights fight .
He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess. His throat felt scratchy and dry, and he could feel a slight shiver running through his body. It was clear that he had caught a cold.
Barty winced as he moved, his body protesting with every movement. The physical pain from the fight was already bad enough, but now he had the added agony of a cold to deal with.
Barty Some now pulled himslef out of his bed and. stumbled to the bathroom, his movements slow and sluggish.
He on the way there stubbed his toe and grumbled to himself, “oh kill me already”, He splashed some water on his face, trying to wake himself up, but it only made his headache worse
He took pain meds bps meds and a shit ton of others, after taking his medications, Barty slumped back on his bed, feeling even more miserable.
He closed his eyes, trying to catch some rest, but the pain and discomfort made it nearly impossible to sleep.
Barty couldn't find the energy to do anything other than lie in bed. He knew he should clean his room, do some homework, or even train more,
but the thought of moving just seemed unbearable with his current state. So he picked up his phone and the first thing he sees is a text from a unknown number
Barty was surprised to notice the unsaved number, He tapped on the text from the previous night, and his eyes widened slightly as he realized it was from Evan.
Barty's memory flashed back to the previous night's fight, recalling how Evan had patched up his eye in the locker room. He remembered the medic boy’s focused expression and surprisingly gentle touch.
He shook his head, trying to clear the memories from his mind. He looked back at the text, his eyes narrowing as he noticed it was sent around midnight.
“Come to hogwarts prep at 6 pm Monday slytherin south dorms room 104 I can fix your eye” and the text below said “it’s Evan btw the one from the bathroom =) ”
Barty typed a quick response:
“I will be there”
Then he paused and continued typing something then closing his eyes as he clicked send
“It’s a date ”
He then sent the message quickly and placed the phone on his chest,the tried to fall back asleep but it was no use
Barty tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but the combined effects of the injured eye and the cold kept him awake. He groaned in frustration, knowing he wouldn't get any proper rest with his current state.
Barty forced himself out of bed, his body protesting with every move. His head pounded, and he still felt weak and shaky from the cold. But he pushed through it, determined to get something productive done.
He sluggishly cleaned his flat, picking up dirty clothes and tidying up the mess that had accumulated. It was a tedious task, made more difficult by his current condition, but he persevered.
After completing his chores, Barty felt slightly accomplished but even more exhausted. The simple tasks had drained what little energy he had, and he could feel the cold taking hold even more strongly now.
He then forced himslef to do his school work this was very not fun for him tho
Barty struggled through his schoolwork, his concentration impaired by the pain from his eye and the dizziness that came with the cold. He struggled to focus on the pages, his mind constantly wandering off.
He found himself zoning out every few minutes, his thoughts consumed by the discomfort and fatigue. and the occasion though of Evan’s face or the way his hands felt on his face last night but he tried to ignore that.
Barty was a quick study when he wanted to be. The content of his homework was simple enough for him, but the problem was the sheer amount of work he had to get through.
He was used to skating by with minimal effort, relying on his natural intelligence to carry him through. But now, with the physical discomfort he was experiencing, even the easy tasks felt arduous.
Barty had finally finished his homework, feeling a small sense of relief. He changed into warmer clothes, knowing that his flat was always freezing due to the lack of a proper heating system.
He shivered as he put on a hoodie and sweatpants, the cold air biting at his skin.
He had planned on taking a nap but he hadn’t eaten all day so he knew he had to make food
He reluctantly got up from the couch and wandered into the kitchen, looking through the sparse ingredients he had.
He wasn’t much of a cook, relying mostly on takeout or microwaveable meals. But he knew he needed something substantial to help him recover from his cold.
He rummaged through his fridge and found some chicken and vegetables. Despite his lack of culinary skills, he decided to attempt to cook a simple stir-fry. He knew it wouldn't be great, but it would be better than going to bed hungry.
Barty's attempt at cooking was an absolute disaster. Despite his best efforts, he managed to burn the stir-fry beyond recognition. Frustrated and hungry, he begrudgingly settled for a microwave Mac and cheese, feeling defeated.
Despite the disappointment of his failed cooking attempts, Barty slowly ate the microwaveable meal, his taste buds barely acknowledging the artificial cheese flavor. He knew it wasn’t nutritious, but he had little energy left to care.
Barty wrapped himself in blankets and laid down on the couch, intending to watch TV to pass the time. However, the warmth and comfort of the blankets, combined with his current state of exhaustion, made him doze off without realizing it.
He slept deeply, his body desperately needing rest. The cold had taken a toll on him, and despite his earlier irritation, he found himself drifting off easily.
While he slept, Barty's mind wandered into the realm of dreams. In his subconscious, he found himself dreaming about Evan.
The dream was vivid, almost surreal. Barty saw Evan's face, focused and concentrated as he patched up the injury near his eye. He could feel the gentle touch of the medic boy's fingers, delicately tending to the wounded skin.
In the dream world, Evan's face came closer to Barty, his gaze fixed intently on the injured eye. Barty could feel the medic boy's touch gently tracing along his cheek and jawline, as if searching for any other minor injuries Far more intimate than the true interaction.
The sensations in the dream were almost real, sending a shiver down Barty's spine. He could almost feel the warmth of Evan's breath on his face and the soft press of his fingers against his skin.
But Barty was abruptly jolted awake, his heart pounding from the sudden sound of something crashing in the kitchen. He quickly sat up on the couch, disoriented and still half-asleep.
For a moment, he wasn’t sure if the noise had been part of his dream or real, but the continuing sound coming from the kitchen quickly answered his question.
He got up from the couch and cautiously walked towards the kitchen, still half-asleep, but more aware of his surroundings. As he stepped into the kitchen, he saw the scene of a few pans on the floor
Barty stood in the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and trying to fully wake up. As he took in the scene before him, he saw the source of the commotion: his wobbly little black kitten, the one he'd never gotten around to naming just ended up always calling "Baby."
Baby looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, completely unrepentant about the mess she had caused. Barty couldn't help but sigh
Baby, fixed her eyes on Barty, as if trying to convince him she hadn't just been the source of why he woke up at literally two am. Barty couldn't stay mad at her, despite the late hour, and he knelt down to scoop her up in his arms.
As Barty scooped up, the small black cat, into his arms and carried her towards the bedroom. As he walked, he mumbled under his breath, "Loud-ass cat." as he brought her to his bed.
He placed Baby gently on the bed and watched as she snuggled into the blankets, purring softly. Barty lay down next to her, still feeling groggy but also fondly amused by the antics of his little cat.
As Barty settled onto the bed, surrounded by blankets and Baby snuggled beside him, he couldn't help but recall the dream he had just been immersed in. The memory of Evan's face, his focus, and his gentle touch still lingered in Barty's mind, causing his heart rate to quicken.
he tried to act like it was complete normal to dream about someone you just met touching your face….right? yeah no he was lying to himself, buttttt he pushed that away for now
Despite the late hour and his lingering exhaustion, Barty found himself unable to shake off the vivid images from his dream. His thoughts were consumed by Evan, and he couldn't help but wonder if the medic boy had any similar dreams about him.
Meanwhile In the hogwart university dorm rooms, Evan was listening to Sirius rant about this lupin boy who’s number he got form Marlene or something and how he he also loved bowie (Sirius was more a queen fan but whatever ) and blah blah blah
Evan was half-listening to Sirius's rant about this Lupin boy, nodding along as if he was paying attention to every detail. But his mind was elsewhere, thoughts constantly drifting back to the drawing it hadn’t left his mind and it made him so mad. As Sirius went on about their shared love for Bowie, Evan found himself only half-engaged in the conversation.
This lasted about a half an hour longer till Evan felt himself start to fall asleep
And even as he tried to focus on what Sirius was saying, Evan found himself drifting off. His eyes grew heavy, and his head began to droop. He started to nod off, his head resting against the back of the couch.
Sirius kept talking, completely oblivious to the fact that Evan was falling asleep. He was too caught up in his own storytelling to notice the way Evan's head was slowly tilting sideways.
Before long, Evan was fully asleep, his breathing slow and steady. He looked peaceful in slumber, completely oblivious to Sirius's ongoing rant.