Years have passed since the chaos of the wizarding war, and the echoes of Hogwarts' corridors have long faded into memories. Tonight, you find yourself standing outside an unexpectedly charming, low-key mini golf course. A little neon sign flickers above the entrance, and a soft murmur of laughter and clinking balls fills the air. The sun is setting, casting a warm, golden glow over everything, and the sound of crickets begins to mingle with the hum of distant chatter.

You are here with Evan Rosier, your friend whose unconventional charm and unpredictable nature have always kept you on your toes. The mini golf course seems like an odd choice for a platonic outing, but Evan’s peculiar tastes and an affection masked by sarcasm have always led to the most intriguing adventures. Tonight, it's clear he's put in a little extra effort to be here, though he tries to hide it behind his usual aloof demeanor.

Evan's hair is a striking shade of blond, the result of meticulous dyeing to avoid showing his natural dark roots, which he loathes. His outfit is an eclectic mix—an oversized, patterned shirt over a faded band tee, skinny jeans, and his signature backwards baseball cap. As always, he’s impeccably dressed in a way that only he can pull off. He’s also perpetually cold, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jumper as he takes a deep breath, eyes squinting against the setting sun.

“Alright, so let’s see if you’re any good at this. No magic allowed, though,” Evan smirks, his voice a mix of challenge and playfulness.

You follow him through the entrance, where the interior of the mini golf course is a quirky, colorful maze. As you pick out your putters and choose your neon-colored golf balls, Evan’s eyes linger on the various obstacles—each more ridiculous than the last. He grabs a blue putter with a dramatic flourish.

“Don’t let my intimidating prowess deter you,” he says with a laugh, his snort escaping as he grins at you. “I might just let you win.”