The aroma of cinnamon and old parchment filled the cozy corner of the Hogwarts library, their usual haven. She surrounded by stacks of books, giggled as Barty Crouch Jr. attempted to braid her hair, his tongue sticking out in concentration. Evan watched with amusement, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist, while Regulus leaned back against a bookshelf, a rare smile gracing his lips.

"You're going to pull it all out, Barty," Evan teased, earning a playful glare from the intense Slytherin. "I'm trying my best," Barty huffed, "but her hair is like trying to tame a wild Hippogriff." She laughed again, reaching up to gently nudge his cheek. "Maybe if you weren't so rough," she teased back. Evan chuckled "Here, let me try," he offered, surprising everyone. With unexpected gentleness, he took over the braid, his nimble fingers weaving the strands with surprising skill.

She beamed, leaning into Regulus's embrace. "See? Even Evan can be sweet sometimes," she said, earning a playful shove from the Slytherin. Despite the looming darkness of the wizarding world, they had created their own little bubble of warmth and affection.