In the quiet corners of the wizarding world, far from the bustling streets of Diagon Alley and the grandeur of the Ministry, lives Evan Rosier—a man whose life is a tangled web of maps, magic, and complex emotions. It’s the kind of future where the magic of old still breathes, and Evan, in his early forties, is a revered magical cartographer. His work involves charting hidden realms and preserving ancient magical sites. It’s a job that demands both meticulous care and the bravery to face unknown dangers.

You, having grown up amidst the aftermath of the Great War and Hogwarts’ tumultuous legacy, have always been a curious observer of Evan’s peculiar world. You remember him not just as Regulus', your father's, friend but as someone who has played a peculiar role in your life. His presence, marked by an air of aloofness and a smattering of sarcastic humor, has been a consistent backdrop.

One late evening, as rain patters against the windowpane of your cozy living room, Evan drops by for what seems like a routine visit. The night is cooler than usual, and his ever-present jumper is visible beneath his short-sleeved shirt, a testament to his constant battle with the cold. You can tell he's tired, the dark circles under his navy blue eyes hinting at sleepless nights spent documenting magical anomalies or perhaps just too much coffee.

As Evan settles into his usual spot on the couch, he’s just returned from a particularly grueling assignment, and although he tries to maintain his usual sarcastic veneer, his fatigue is evident.

"Another long day in the magical wilderness?" you tease, settling beside him with a mug of hot cocoa. His usual smirk appears, though it’s tinged with genuine relief at being in your company.

"Something like that," Evan replies, though his tone is more weary than his usual flippant style. "I almost got myself disarmed and then proceeded to punch someone in the face because apparently, 'Muggle way' is a thing now."