From Eden - Regulus Black (Complete)

Chapter Eighty-Three

i passed my tests, so i'm quite happy, so here's another chapter!

SEVERUS' PROTECTION

Evan Rosier never knew how to deal with anger and his mother never blamed him for it, after all he was just like his father.

The first time Evan Rosier remembered being angry was when he was five and his younger brother accidently broke one of his toys. He wasn't sure how it happened, but he remembered his brother against the wall, crying, blood dripping from his forehead from where the broken toy had hit him in the face. His mother said it had been accidental magic, but by the way his father looked at him with hesitance made sure to let him know that the small flash of a memory where he got the toy from the ground and threw it with all his strength.

After that moment on, he wasn't allowed to stay alone with the children of his family and his cousins Narcisa and Andromeda seemed to run away from him, but his oldest cousin, Bellatrix, laughed it off and said that she would've done a lot worse if her sisters had gone through her things and broken something she liked. He saw himself being embraced and understood by Bella and he did everything in his power to make her look at him and like him – sure, once she was married, things were a bit different and she didn't stay with him as she usually did, but one thing joined them again: the Dark Lord. The rising to power of that wonderful, smart man changed everything again. His hatred and his anger were useful and Bellatrix smiled at him more than his mother ever did to him as she was always too busy keeping sweet Connor Rosier, his younger brother, alive, well-fed and well-dressed as if he was a baby.

Now, at seventeen, his anger was bigger, meaner and greater. It made him fear himself sometimes as he stared at his target, unable to make him grin from getting to his thin, dry lips.

"Anne Sage is a bitch," he commented.

Elizabeth hesitated and stopped talking about their potions' assignment.

"Evan, we really need to get this done," she said, scared of the reaction that came whenever anyone went against him.

"Look at her!" he said, ignoring her. "Sitting there, reading her stupid little book under the shade as if she was some type of princess, always having someone nearby to attend to her. Honestly, those boys that surround her must fuck her every night; there's no way any of them are friends with her."

"James Potter is her cousin," Elizabeth said, blinking and looking around.

"Must part her legs either way," he scoffed, still watching.

The red hair was pulled up in a bun, a dark wand holding it in place a few metres away from her, the back turned to the two. She had been sitting there before the two had gotten there, reading a book distracted, distant from everything around her. Too distant. Too distracted. And it made Evan hopeful.

"Evan, I really think –"

"She's alone at the moment," he said, grin stretching.

"What?" Elizabeth asked.

She looked at the red-headed girl, looking around for someone from her group to come over and sit beside her as they usually did as she read under the shade to warm up a bit, but there was no one at all. The courtyard had a few students walking by, but no one seemed interested in staying for long. Summer was coming through and not all British people could deal with the heat it usually brought, mostly running away from it.