Dec. 16: Under My Skin: Evan

[Fenrir Greyback]

▶︎ I can feel your heart beating under my skin,
I can feel you breathing under my skin,
I can feel you laughing under my skin...

Pandemonium - London

He was generous, was he not?

To not demand that the adults in his pack stay only in their village? To allow them the opportunity to make a living on the outside? To permit their children, those with wizard blood at least, to get an education?

They knew the rules. Return to the wood at every moon, in time to be briefed if there was an assignment to complete; report information from the outside world to him, fulfilling their various duties as spies for him, for the Dark Lord; to not be reckless enough to have children on the outside. Their strength came from coming together as one, each individual fulfilling their given role in the hierarchy of the pack, and Fenrir was generous. 

That some of the youth spat that generosity back at him could not stand, and he watched one such she-wolf from the shadows of the wizarding club. Employed in the service of frivolous witches and wizards, clothing practically painted onto her slender form, leaving little to the imagination regardless of the high neck and long sleeves of her dress. All that did was hide marks that were surely still healing from their run under the light of the full moon two nights past, the same that burdened his own back. And all the clever little magic tricks and levitating trays couldn't distract from the slight limp as she walked in heels chosen rashly, they were far too spindly to be worn so soon...

She made promises. Swore to be useful. And if the time was right, he would watch her at the bookshop, for at least then he could have a chance at spying Lupin. But it was not yet time for them to meet, the groundwork still being laid by the Faolan sisters - or so they claimed. Selene's information was lackluster, unsatisfactory, given their months-long acquaintance. The mission should be easy, and yet...Elara's loyalty was unquestionable, and the same could not be said of her sister, who seemingly only returned to the wood begrudgingly out of duty to her brothers and sisters. Ungrateful. And so, here he was - observing, watching, to see if anything she said about this place of work was true. A haunt for young deviants, many with Marks; a good place to gather information from liquor-loosed lips. But loud, so loud, the music blared, conversations yelled, even for someone without keen senses - how did they keep their wits? Or, perhaps, that was the point of a place like this...

She stepped down to a different level of the club, the purple glow above her - the same as followed all of the servers - bobbing as she threatened to move out of sight. With a frustrated grunt, Fenrir shoved off of the wall and moved after her, quickly shouldering his way through the idle magicfolk.

[Evan Rosier II]

Nights out at a dance club were a luxury Evan partook in regularly. He enjoyed a good dive bar, a spot of karaoke, or the casual pub where a drunken brawl could erupt at any moment, but he was a good dancer and enjoyed showing off his moves. It was also a brilliant way to scout bedroom talent as well as advertise his own prowess; if you could move your hips well on the dance floor just imagine what you could do between the sheets. He’d brought Violet out dancing on a number of occasions, though their mutual friends were often in attendance as well, as they were not dating in any official capacity. Violet was intriguing; gorgeous, from a good family, smart as a whip, and an absolute madwoman in the sack. And while she refused to acknowledge him as her boyfriend, she still expected all the perks of one – including the appearance of monogamy if they were out and about together. It was no wonder then that when Whora introduced him to the pretty waitress she had made friends with (no doubt between bouts of binge drinking and sucking off any chav who looked her way) that Evan took the time to talk with Selene instead of just hitting on her as he was wont to do.

Selene was clever, having shared some tales of party crashing and delighting in seeing what she could get away with. He had asked and she claimed to not have sneaked into the Rosier, Inc holiday parties before, to which Evan suggested she give it a go – better hors d'oeuvres than the Ministry parties apparently offered, and a higher caliber of attendees. She’d attended Durmstrang, to which Evan voiced his jealousy and inquired how much they actually taught them of Dark Arts there. He bemoaned that Hogwarts only taught it in Defense, and lamented his need for private tutoring in the subject on his summer holidays when he ought to have enjoyed the warmer months on a beach somewhere working on his tan. Of course, he’d done that, too. There was hardly a lack of conversation when they were together, but she worked multiple jobs which really ate into her free time.

Evan hadn’t realized how much having poor friends would impact his social life; always having to plan around their work to find time to hang out. Severus and Ender both claimed to keep “traditional” work hours, each with a single job, but Sev had to stay late at the school often and Ender had taken to fawning over his slag of a sister more than usual since summer. Between waitressing, the bookshop, and whatever else she did that kept her busy at random hours, Selene wasn’t available for him much either. He clearly needed to find more wealthy friends, perhaps make more of an effort with Lestrange and Selwyn, but he was also not above venturing out to find what mischief could be had on his own, as was his plan for this evening.

It was the first Christmas holiday that he’d experienced since graduating from Hogwarts this past summer, and his first time truly noticing the impact the influx of students home for the holiday made in the city’s nightlife. Having only experienced the London clubs when he and his mates were also home from school, he previously had nothing to compare it to, but these last months of adult freedom afforded him the ability to go out whenever he pleased and there was a notable difference tonight. The space was packed practically shoulder to shoulder, and the queue at the bar stretched for miles. It was lucky then that Evan had an in at this particular establishment, and he needn’t bother waiting in any lengthy lines to get shitefaced.

“Oi! You can’t just grab a bloke’s knob without buying him a drink first, you bloody tosser.” Evan shoved a shaggy-haired wizard for no other reason but his own amusement, sending the man crashing into his girlfriend who’d been looking in the opposite direction. The witch whirled around, and the couple started quarreling as Evan slipped into the sea of dancing bodies and disappeared, his laughter drowned out by the music. As if on cue, he caught sight of a purple halo ahead of him and Evan waded through the crowd toward Selene, intent on ordering a few drinks and possibly seeing what time she was off tonight, when he collided with a dark brute. “Watch it, prick!” he shouted at the man's back, perfectly ready for a fight if that was where the evening took him.