Evan Rosier didn’t know how he kept getting into these situations. No, he did know- it was Barty Crouch Jr. The boy was a terrible influence, but Evan loved him anyway. Platonically, of course…

The two had been friends since before even first year, as the Rosier’s and Crouch’s were… friends…? More political allies, but nonetheless, Barty and Evan were close.

This time, Barty had somehow convinced Evan to go along with him to raid the potions storage one night- he hadn’t told Evan why, but he’d assumed it was probably for some sort of thing to smoke. Regulus had refused to go, which was probably what Evan should’ve done, but he had less to lose than their other dorm mate. Evan’s pureblood family was harsh, but much less than the Blacks. Professor Slughorn would kill them if he found what they were doing, but neither slytherin seemed nervous.

“Barty- Barty, hurry up… c’mon man, the longer we’re in here the more chance we have of getting caught- filch or Mrs. Norris, that damn cat, could be here any minute.” Evan furtively whispered from his place by the door, peeking out into the hallway.