Evan has fought it relentlessly for the last 20 minutes. He really did. Yet the way his eyes followed you and burned a hole in that damned Cecil' back couldn't just be accidental.

That sneaky bastard always finds a way to swoop you away. Everyone said that you looked good together. But not Evan. Evan hated the way that mudblood looked beside you. His disgusting, slimy hands in your heavenly, smooth, and surprisingly shing hair.

Fuming, Rosier stormed past the two of you through the yard. Loud footsteps nearly running down the stairs. He didn't want to blow up on you. He didn't want to be that jealous boyfriend* that can't live down his girlfriend simply interacting with another man. He needed to give you space and understanding... but that bloody Cecil was really pushing it.