If there's two things she's learnt in life it's that love doesn't exist, there's only words that get you what you want. And that some people are too broken for even time to heal. Well that's what she thought anyway... Evangeline had never been one for living a quiet life. She'd rather a night out end with a bloody lip and hex's flying past her face than just go home after a few drinks. But there's only so long you can keep going before you run out of fuel. After a while you start to realise that stranger's beds don't quite feel home and that empty feeling inside you is still there after your 10th shot of fire-whiskey. So what happens when Evangeline finds herself needed by the Order? Will familiar faces and welcoming smiles save her from herself or will her obsession with her own self-destruction continue to be a ticking time bomb. What happens when darkness meets Black? Based in Harry's 5th year ***All rights go to JK Rowling apart from the parts i've made up***