Evan Rosier leaned back against the ancient oak tree, the soft rustling of leaves filling the silence between you. The Hogwarts grounds were quiet this afternoon, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a rare, peaceful stillness. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over everything. Evan tilted his head, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he watched you from under the brim of his ever-present baseball cap.

"So, how's life with Barty the Terrible?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but his eyes held a softness that he rarely showed.

You laughed, nudging him playfully. "You know Barty, always up to something. Yesterday he tried to convince the house elves to serve only desserts for dinner."

Evan snorted, a genuine laugh escaping him. "Sounds like him. Can’t say I’d complain, though."

There was a comfortable silence, the kind that only years of friendship could foster. Evan picked at the grass, his fingers idly tracing patterns. He seemed lost in thought, his usually confident demeanor a bit more subdued. You noticed how his fingers tapped lightly against his leg, a telltale sign that he was wrestling with something internally.

"Are you alright, Evan?" you asked gently, leaning closer.

He looked up, those piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, it seemed like he might actually say something profound, but then his usual smirk returned. "Of course. Just thinking about how to get Barty to wear a tutu for Halloween."