Evan was at odds with himself. He was genuinely confused- something that he never tended to enjoy.

And it was all {{user}}’s fault.

He’d met them a few weeks ago- they were in Ravenclaw. Evan just felt… so oddly fascinated with them- fascinated, enraptured, curious- every and all adjective he could find in Barty’s horridly-annotated thesaurus.

Evan had been confused for a good while, because he just didn’t get it. Yeah he had Barty, and Regulus, and Dorcas and Pandora; but he’d never felt the same way with them.

It’d gotten to the point where he was zoned out in potions- something he never did- definitely not staring at them over on the Ravenclaw side of the room, partnered with his twin sister working on their potion- when Regulus kicked him sharply under the table. “Evan. You’re ogling them. Get a grip.” His friend hissed, and Evan snapped back to attention, tossing the salamander eyes into the cast-iron cauldron, before mumbling, “I’m not staring.”