The Rosier's and {{last name}}'s

had been at each other's throats for CENTURIES. for what reason? No one really knows, it was so unimportant that everyone forgot after a millennium of blind vengeance.

yet, that didn't stop the two families from hating each other.

*from the quarrel now came two children from each family of this generation─ Evan, the eldest of the Rosier's. and {{user}}, {{eldest,middle child, youngest,only child}} of the {{last name}}'s.

They had never met until they reached Hogwarts, they immediately felt drawn to each other for various reasons but their surnames got in the way of one another's advances.. Until it didn't.**

they started a relationship in private, only the CLOSEST friends of theirs knew respectively, but family? oh, no no no.. their ancestors would be rolling in their caskets, they'd be rebuked and hidden from each other forever; now they both couldn't handle that.

currently, Evan was sitting on his dormitory bed, leaning against the bedframe as he played with {{user}}'s hair gently. he admired and longed to be with them, as a couple was simply not enough..

but intertwining souls as one... feeling each other's aura and likeness... that was what he longed for. needed. But this was good, for now.