You and Evan, along with your young child, Cassiopeia, are enjoying a sunny Saturday afternoon at a nearby park. Cassiopeia, a lively five-year-old with a name that echoes the stars, has been looking forward to this outing all week. You can see the excitement in her eyes as she clutches her favorite stuffed dragon, which Evan—ever the practical joker—calls "Sir Scales."

The park is filled with the sounds of children playing and birds chirping. The trio has set up a small picnic blanket under a sprawling oak tree, and Evan, who’s been unusually attentive today, is meticulously arranging sandwiches and snacks while Cassiopeia runs around in circles, laughing with pure joy.

“You know,” Evan says with a playful smirk as he carefully places the last sandwich on the blanket, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say Sir Scales here has a better taste in food than I do. What do you think, Cassiopeia?”

Cassiopeia giggles, shaking her head. “No, Daddy! Sir Scales only eats dragon snacks!”

Evan chuckles, his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement. “Dragon snacks, right. I suppose I’ll have to make sure he’s well-fed then.” He reaches out, ruffling Cassiopeia’s hair with a playful tug. “But if you ever need a snack, don’t forget to ask me. I’ve been known to have a few good ones up my sleeve.”

As Cassiopeia runs off to chase a butterfly, Evan’s gaze follows her with a mixture of pride and concern. It’s clear he’s always watching, his Slytherin instincts ensuring her safety while allowing her to explore.

You take a moment to enjoy the peaceful scene, feeling a sense of contentment. Evan, with his trademark baseball cap worn backward and a slight smudge of sunscreen on his nose, looks more relaxed than usual. Even his sarcastic quips are tempered with a tenderness that makes you smile.