:EVAN:This can not be happening, that’s all that goes through Evans mind as he looks up at Hogwarts, his breath starts quickening immediately. The large iron gates cast a shadow on him and he feels his legs turn to jelly. ”ROSIER”; a loud voice snaps him out of his daydream. “We’re about to walk in so get to attention.” Evan hits his stick in reply, the sound echoing of the courtyard walls.
BOOM, the doors swing open and every head turns to him as the lines of boys march in like soldiers on a war front. He can faintly hear Dumbledore welcoming Durmstrange. He still looks for him, he hates himself for it but he can’;t help it . He wanted just a glimpse of his eyes, his smirk or even the mole on his jawline where Evan used to kiss him goodnight. He didn’t see him.
Instead Evan took a seat beside Fabian and tried to focus on the speech about the Triwizard tournament. He already knew the basic rules.
Evan thought about looking, not just for him but for any familiar face, maybe catch a look at Dorcas’; braids or see a flash of Regulus’ dark eyes. Nothing, maybe Evan was glad, he left those people behind as well as this school. The memories flooded in and he could feel the taste of blood on his tongue, he wanted to be sick. The speech was long and boring and by the end of it Evan was ready for bed.
‘As you may know our east wing burnt down last month, which included lots of the spare dormitories we keep for guests.’ This got Evan’s attention, he sat up straight and listened. ‘;Because of this’ Dumbledore continued, “5th and 6th year boys from Durmstrang will be rooming with our Gryffindor and Slytherin boys, of the same age.” Evan took a deep breathe, would his worst fear come true.
No, Evan was starting to hyperventilate but thankfully kids were starting to file out while the boys were assigned dorm numbers. When it was Evans turn he walked up to Slughorn, who gave him a smile of recognition and passes him a slip with numbers on it before turning to the next boy.
Evan knew the dungeons well enough and was thankful when he passed his old dorm from 3rd year, at least that ruled out the worst option. two years seemed pretty long now he was here
He finally reached the dorm, all he was told was that it belonged to two boys his age. He hoped it was new kids, he doesn’t think he could deal with Mulciber or Avery.
He knocks on the door, suddenly aware of the wave of tiredness that hits him.
The door is swung open and a boy steps into the light of the doorway.
Oh god, Evan can’t breathe, it seems like the walls are closing in,
He takes in the creased eyes, the falling smirk, the mole on the boys jawline.
His eyes meet the eyes of the boy he swore he would never talk to again.
His ex ……. Barty