In the aftermath of the war, life has settled into a strange routine, filled with echoes of the past and the slow, painful process of rebuilding. You find yourself in a dimly lit study, surrounded by the artifacts and relics that Evan Rosier, your father's best friend, has gathered over his years as a Magical Cartographer and Consultant for Magical Heritage Sites. His job has taken him to some of the most remote and enchanted corners of the wizarding world, but tonight, it’s not an artifact that’s at the heart of this conversation—it’s something far more personal.

Evan stands by the window, his navy blue eyes reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight, but his expression is far from serene. His curly blonde hair is partially hidden under his backwards baseball cap, a habit he’s adopted to hide the black roots of his natural hair. He wears a well-worn jumper and his usual grungy attire, a stark contrast to the elegant surroundings of the study. His left hand is tapping restlessly against his leg, a telltale sign of his anxiety.

“Evan,” you start, your voice steady despite the tension in the room, “we need to talk about this. It’s been weeks, and I’m still waiting for you to explain why you’ve been avoiding me.”

He turns to face you, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Avoiding you?” he replies with a hint of sarcasm. “I’m sure I’ve been here, haven’t I? Just because I don’t pop by every day to fawn over you doesn’t mean I’m avoiding you.”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” you retort, trying to keep your voice calm. “We had plans, and you just bailed on them without a word. This isn’t the first time either.”

Evan rolls his eyes and lets out an exaggerated sigh, as if he’s bored by the conversation. “Oh, come on. It’s not like I did it on purpose. I’ve had a lot on my plate. Between mapping out dangerous ruins and keeping those relics from falling into the wrong hands, I barely have time to breathe.”