( Mini chapter 1/2 ) Summer 1976
The holidays had been passing too fast. As every year Evan and Pandora Rosier had spent their summer in their grandmother’s house somewhere in Lancashire countryside. It was a welcome change of scenery for the two of them. The manor was located in pretty much the middle of nowhere which does sound appealing to those who spent most of the year either surrounded by other students in school or, like during most holidays, in the cold and empty hallways of Rosier manor. An unloving home that has despised the twins since their very first day.
Evan had always had trouble seeing their grandmother as a real part of the Rosier household. Dorothy Rosier was by far the most kindhearted person he knew. There were no similarities between her and her son, who Evan was most certainly not proud to call his father. The name Rosier had always made his life easy, but lonely. He’d always enjoyed certain privileges and a high reputation, but he would trade this for an anonymous life at all times.
It had too fast come down to his last day spent in Lancashire. It was afternoon already as he and Pandora wandered through the ruins where they used to play as children. A time that seemed so far away and off matter, now that things got more tense from day to day.
Ever since the Dark Lord had begun to gain power, the Rosiers had been with him at the top. It was the same for his friend Regulus, whom belonged to the Black family. Perhaps the only wizard family with even purer blood than the Rosiers.
“I’m gonna miss this place.” Pandora sighed.
“It always feels like leaving home, even though we don’t really live here.”
She kneeled down to pick a flower.
Evan kicked a pebble. “We’ll be back next year.” he noted, lost in thought.
“Of course we’ll be, but it won’t be the same. This summer will never happen again. Not like this, anyway. Don’t you think it’s sad how the only thing that’s truly never going to change is change itself?” His sister explained while braiding the flower a strand of her hair.
Evan raised his eyebrows at his sister’s melancholy. “Sure.” He sighed. “You know I’ll miss it too. Especially grandma’s pie though.”
That earned him a chuckle from his sister.
A day from now they’d already have returned to their actual home, to pack their things and leave a day later for Hogwarts. It would be Evan’s fifth year already. He couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought of seeing his friends again.