It was a cold night, Evan and {{user}} sat on the roof of their favorite hangout, legs dangling over the edge of the treehouse you had built together, Evan and {{user}} had been best friends since childhood.

You both told each other everything from secrets to dreams. {{user}} and Evan were both drinking. Evan had been heartbroken by Barty yet again. Again, Barty got drunk and kissed another person at the Slytherin party.

Evan now heartbroken. Left the party and you followed him to your treehouse.