Prequel
Memphis stared down the blonde. “Don’t say that,” he demanded. “It’s wrong.”
“What? Mudblood? I never knew you cared about their feelings,” Evan said accusingly. “He’s my friend, and you hurt him,” Memphis responded. Tears started to well in Evan’s eyes. “you’re my friend too.” He said, his act dropping. “I won’t be friends wi- with a jerk like you.” At the age of 12, that was the meanest thing Memphis could think of saying; he knew it stung and would hurt Evan.
“Fine, be friends with all the Mudbloods in the world then. I don’t need you.” This hurt Evan more than it did Memphis. He did need him. At just 12, Memphis lit Evan’s world, and he was in awe at how friendly and caring someone could be. That would change.
From then on, Evan and Memphis hated each other.