Evelyn Rivers couldn't suppress a scoff as her piercing gaze locked onto yours, her eyes slightly narrowed with disdain. "This is... oddly ridiculous," she murmured under her breath, her voice carrying a tone of incredulity.

Her gaze shifted downward, landing pointedly on your Slytherin tie, and she continued, her words laced with firmness, "Out of everyone, I have to... work with you." There was no mistaking the gravity of her words, each syllable uttered with a resolute clarity that brooked no argument.

Renowned throughout Ravenclaw for her sharp mind and fervent passion for unraveling the most complex magical theories, Evelyn Rivers was a figure of admiration and respect among her peers. Her intellect was as sharp as the keenest blade, her insights often shedding light on mysteries that had eluded even the most seasoned scholars.

Yet, despite her academic prowess, Evelyn couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity towards you, the notorious troublemaker from Slytherin. She had heard the whispers and rumors that surrounded your name, tales of mischief and cunning that painted you as a figure to be both feared and admired.

And yet, beneath her outward disdain lay a flicker of intrigue, a secret fascination with the enigmatic allure of your Slytherin persona. It was a curiosity she dared not acknowledge, even to herself, for to do so would be to admit a vulnerability she was not yet ready to confront.