#[evcnrcsier]

[amucus]

Amycus actually thought he was being sly. It wasn’t hard to stay invisible in Knockturn Alley when everyone was wearing matching black robes with their hoods pulled up. He carelessly sidestepped into an alley and pulled his hood down, leaning against the side of the Coffin House with one foot propped on the brick wall of the shop. Lighting up a cigarette, he blew out his signature skull and crossbones made of smoke... just in time for someone to step into the alley and see it. See him. “Oh fuck me,” he muttered under his breath, and this time it wasn’t an invitation. He dropped the cigarette and pushed off the wall in one languid motion, turning to face Evan fucking Rosier. Of fucking course. “Fancy running into you here,” he drawled, ignoring the part where half the fucking wizarding world thought he was dead - and he had planned on keeping it that way for a while. “Come here often?” @evcnrcsier​

[caradvc]

@evcnrcsier​

caradoc was having a hard time sleeping lately, if it hadn’t already been evident by the dark circles under his eyes. if he wasn’t working, he would spend his nights searching, going through various names, list of connections he had gathered, possible scenarios. there was a war and death was something to be expected, but the most recent ones hit him harder than expected. one of the mckinnons, a squib. harry, a child. those people were seeking the innocents, the defeneless and it filled doc with fury. he couldn’t sleep, not until they got what they deserved.

he had work in a few hours with his most frequent partner, evan rosier. the two were a good team and above all, the man was someone doc considered to be a good friend, something rare in such times. as if an unspoken tradition of theirs, they’d meet up at the local pub for a drink or two before they went on their mission. even simple things like these were enough to look forward to and keep him going.

“sorry i’m late.” doc apologized distractedly, unable to mask the sour look on his face as he took his seat next to evan’s and raised his hand to get the bartender’s attention. “it’s my treat. scotch sound good to you?” 

[fcnwick]

date, unrequited

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

answered!

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

yes.  benjy had a serious relationship towards the end of hogwarts and they had a really messy breakup a little while after graduating.  it fucked with him a lot, so that’s why he primarily sticks to hookups now.

[thaliarosier]

Thalia was just coming back from her last class. Making a quick stop to her common room, she decides to do a couple refreshments, before she headed to the Great Hall to have her dinner with the fellow students and staffs. She even decide to leave her tie behind and wearing her scarf instead, as the air gets chilly during this time of the year. On her way out from her common room, she spotted her brother, with his back facing her, sitting on the couch not far from her. A hint of mischievous smirk appears on her features as she walked toward him ( quietly ) sneaking on his back and covered his eyes from behind.

“--Guess who?”

@evcnrcsier

[ofthebcnes]

who: @evcnrcsier​ where: rosier manor when: evening

Going out for the night was not breaking the healer’s orders, technically. When Amelia had finally, finally been allowed to leave St. Mungo’s, it had been with strict orders to take it easy for a few days before returning to work. Even though she was the boss and could do whatever she liked, the thought of having to face Edgar’s wrath - or worse, disappointment - was enough to keep her home. No matter, she’d figured, she could work from home anyways. Except by the end of the day she was feeling just as stir-crazy as she’d felt in the hospital, and, okay, maybe showing up on the doorstep of the Rosier manor wasn’t exactly what the healers had in mind, but they hadn’t said she couldn’t. They also, she noted, never said she couldn’t drink - well, they had, but Amelia was choosing to ignore that part. Priorities. When the door opened, she stepped into the entryway with purpose, never one to back down from anything. Besides, this - this was something she was almost comfortable with, and for the first time in ages, she had more than a stolen hour to enjoy herself. When the man of the hour himself finally graced her with his presence, Amelia merely arched an eyebrow, lifting the bottle of wine as an offering. “Hope you’re not busy. I brought wine.” Straight to the point, no explanation; her injury certainly hadn’t changed her. “All I have is free time. It’s awful. Take advantage of it.”

[alicethelongbottom]

EVAN ROSIER. @evcnrcsier​

If Alice was being honest - and she always was - there was something about Evan Rosier that sent a chill down her spine. She didn't trust him, she never would. But he was her co-worker, a fellow auror. Obviously Amelia sees something in him that she doesn't. So, Alice bit her tongue - for the most part. When Carrow didn't say Rosier among the list of known Death Eaters, she was a little surprised. It would've been the confirmation she needed for what she already suspected of him. Now, she wasn't sure if she was satisfied or waiting for proof in another form.

It was her fault for staring while she was lost in thought, wondering how she could catch him doing...something. His usual company doesn't exactly scream we're doing charity work and making sweaters for puppies. But now, she let out a groan as he looked up and caught her eyes. "Can I help you with something, Rosier?" she said with a bite in her tone, as if she hadn't been the one caught staring.

[ofabbott]

who: @evcnrcsier where: three broomsticks when: late afternoon

Any situation where Sofia found herself surrounded by Death Eaters left her feeling on edge, especially after the recent events. As much as she could, she avoided all but the few familiar faces, both in groups and when she happened to stumble upon them out and about. She was only there for the pack, she wasn’t one of them, and Sofia was terrified that they knew it as well as she did. How far would her protection really go, if it came down to it? Trapped in a conversation with a Death Eater she knew only from meetings ( and merlin rouge, naturally ), her heart was racing behind her pretty pink smile. What had happened to the girl who didn’t take shit from anyone? Caught up in her nerves, the appearance of one Evan Rosier had her exhaling audibly in relief. Perhaps he was an unlikely friend - but a friend nonetheless. Excusing herself, she hurried to the other end of the bar, sliding into the seat next to him. “Have I ever mentioned your timing is impeccable?” Tilting her head, she smiled cheekily, though her quickly diminishing panic was still clear in her eyes. Leaning forward, she rested her chin on her hand. “I work tonight,” she pouted as if she didn’t love every second of her job. “Buy me a drink to make up for it?”

[isaac-d-buchanan]

where: Isaac’s flat when: more than a week after the Easter Festival who: Isaac Buchanan, Jonas Travers (@jonastravers), and Evan Rosier (@evcnrcsier) what: Evan and Travers caught wind that Isaac had a DE’s wand and decides to pay him a little visit tw: slight torture 

Returning from Ollivanders, ISAAC finally has a name. It didn't mean anything to him yet, but once he gets back in the Ministry of Magic, he can pull up records on the man who attacked Tarquin. Finally identifying one Death Eater, perhaps it won't be hard to get them to name the others. He was just sitting, looking at the wand as if it was going to give him answers to the questions he has when he heard a noise coming from outside.

TRAVERS thought it was a rather irritating situation - seeking out some moron who had stolen a Death Eater's wand, who was also a moron for getting it stolen in the first place. Still, he might as well revel in whatever humor he could find in it. Rather than simply opening the door, or blowing it straight off its hinges, Travers rapped three knock, knock, knocks with a sneer on his lips. This was going to be fun. Unfortunately, the Dark Lord forbade Evan and himself from killing the poor lad, but that was where his orders ended.

EVAN had overheard Isaac's plans at the Ministry and honestly, they had better things to be doing than correcting some idiot's mistakes and yet here they were. This was why Evan was against recruiting such unskilled wizards who apparently couldn't even handle their wands but perhaps this could serve as a stress relief. Evan couldn't help the amused smile when Travers knocked, not that he could see because of the mask. Evan never wore the mask when the plan was to kill - he liked his victims looking in his eyes and knowing they were in their last moments - but he was planning on following orders tonight and he would, unfortunately, have to see Isaac at the Ministry. It was late enough and there was no one around but Evan had also cast a strong Invisibility Charm so no one would be able to notice their coming and going.

ISAAC heard the knock and stood up from his couch and walked towards, wondering who it was visiting him. Kingsley? Augustus? Both his friends recently dropped by so it didn't seem likely that they'd return so soon. It was an odd time to visit too. "Who is it?" he asked, one hand at the knob with the Death Eater's wand in the other, waiting to hear a familiar voice before he opened the door.

TRAVERS rolled his eyes. This mask was so annoying. Let people know who he was, what he was striving for. It seemed foolish to hide his identity, yet he didn’t question the order. At their victim’s question, he replied simply, “Some friends, if you choose to cooperate. It seems you’ve stolen something - we’re here to get it back.” There was a snarl in his tone, something dangerous. Something that implied this sliver of wood between them would do little to stop his wrath.

EVAN was not a patient man and he was quickly getting tired of this. He drew out his wand, prepared to blast the door off its hinges the moment he thought Isaac might get it in his sorry little head to try to escape. "You have three seconds, Isaac. Open the door before we decide to pay a visit to that blood traitor father of yours." Evan had charmed his voice to be unrecognizable but the edge of danger was unmistakable. He started counting down, "One.. Two..."

ISAAC stepped away from the door. He didn't recognize the first person's voice. Stolen something... The wand! Isaac thought. A Death Eater? A million questions that erupted in his head about how they found out about the wand and where he lived were silenced when a second voice called out his name. They know me, he thought. A good distance was between him and the door which he expected to open any second now. Isaac readied his dueling stance and considered his options, one against two. If they think he'd be an easy target, they're dead wrong.

TRAVERS grinned in sick satisfaction. "Three," he finished. Barely a second passed between that spoken number and a well-aimed spell that blasted the door straight off its hinges, as he would have preferred to do in the first place. There, they were faced with a man who perhaps thought he stood a chance, perhaps would try to play the hero. "We have our orders, Buchannan, don't you worry. Hand over the wand and we'll play nice; don't and, well, we'd rather not play nice anyway."

Everything about EVAN'S stance said he was exactly where he was supposed to be. He was almost relaxed. He had done this countless times before; it was second nature to him. He idly flicked his wand at the entrance to seal it before glancing at Isaac and he almost laughed. "You know what?" He tipped his head towards Travers, "I'm not in the mood to play nice at all." He had barely finished speaking before he pointed his wand at Isaac, silently casting a spell to knock him back against the wall.

Without uttering a word, ISAAC shot a Jelly-Legs curse at the man who spoke first. He tried running behind something that could give him cover but he wasn't fast enough. The second man blew him towards the wall. A loud thud jogged Isaac's head as his back hit the wooden wall adorned by a framed painting. He heard glass shatter and break as pieces of the frame fell on the floor along with him. The boy managed to keep hold of the Death Eater's wand so he shifted to aim at the second Death Eater. "Expelliarmus."

TRAVERS could have laughed. A jelly-legs jinx, how unoriginal. He countered it easily and was about to fire a spell of his own, but Evan beat him do it. "Nice job," he congratulated, a sneer barely visible beneath his ornate mask. He prowled toward their target, now sprawled on the floor. It was amusing for desperately he was fighting them off.

EVAN countered the curse easily enough. As he walked towards him, he pulled out one of the many knives he carried with him on these missions, the light glinting off the sharp blade. "Wrong move," he tutted, "This will hurt more."

ISAAC saw the knife. Branding the second Death Eater as an immediate threat, Isaac forced himself to sit up and point his wand at the man walking towards him. "Don't come any closer," Isaac warned. He might be on the floor but his voice was rock steady, determined to throw a barrage of spells should the man attempt anything.

TRAVERS figured Evan could take the reigns on this one, despite how glad it would make him to finish the job himself. “Or what? You’ll throw another infantile jinx my way?” Like a wolf his bared teeth, he prowled closer and closer to the man on the ground. “Expelliarmus,” he cast with a casual flick of his wrist.

EVAN kneels down next to him, holding his arm down, and before Isaac could blink he stabbed his palm, pinning him in place. The wound wouldn't kill him, which was a shame really but it would hurt. He smiled underneath the mask, wishing Isaac could see him. "Now-" he grabbed his chin, "Where's the wand?"

ISAAC's wand flew from his hand as the first Death Eater disarmed him. Before he could react. One of them pinned him to the ground. He screamed as the knife lodged through his left palm and into the wooden floor. He writhed in agony but he can't move his hand away as every movement caused the blade to dig deeper into his flesh. His free hand tried to tug at the arms that held him down. With the Death Eater's hand forcing him to look up at him, Isaac simply glared at the mask before him. "Show me your faces, you cowards," he sneered.

TRAVERS let out a disappointed huff as if he were dealing with a pair of petulant children. "Please, have some manners. Buchanan here has welcomed us into his home, and you've attached him to the floor." He said this with little regard for the man's health, though, as he strode over to where the wand landed. If his suspicions were correct, he was using the wand in question. If they weren't, then he'd have a new one for his collection. Travers picked it up, examining it carefully. "Although, I suppose we should make it an eye for an eye? You stole from us, what shall we steal from you?"

"Brave words for a man currently pinned to the floor," EVAN laughed tauntingly as he easily managed to pull away from Isaac once more."As compelling as your argument is, I'm going to have to say no." Evan idly twisted the knife currently pinned in his hand, only digging it deeper in his flesh. "I don't know- I don't feel very welcomed." The amusement in his voice was clear, "What do you say, Isaac? Do you have anything worth taking? Your life certainly isn't worth much."

In the middle of tears, ISAAC's eyes darted between the two men. He glared at the man who picked up the Death Eaters wand. He didn't know what it is the Death Eaters wanted but he knew he still had a chance. His actual wand was still tucked in his pocket. If only he can distract them for a little while longer. But before he can plan anything the searing pain drowned any other thought as the one closest to him twisted the knife in his palm. Screams of agony filled his flat as the knife scraped against muscle and bone. Blood was pooling on the floor now, soaking his sleeves.  Once he finally stopped screaming, Isaac spoke between his teeth, "What do you guys want?"

TRAVERS was getting bored of this all. Normally torture was fun, but Evan was the one on the floor there with the knife, stealing up the only enjoyable part of this visit. "You have a friend's wand. We want it back." He dangled the item between his fingers and added, "Is this what we're looking for? A simple yes and we'll be on our way - if we believe you." Travers had been told what the wand looked like, vaguely, and the one in his hands matched the description enough for him to know it was the one they were to sent to retrieve. Still, toying with the writhing man...Who was he to stop Evan's fun?

EVAN  still wanted to make Isaac pay for his arrogance even if they had orders not to kill and he so enjoying his screams. He glanced at the wand Travers was holding before looking back at Isaac and shrugging, "I can't say I feel like trusting you right now." He stood up then, taking a couple of steps back in a clear indication for Travers to step in and take over if he wanted to. After all, he didn't want to keep all the fun to himself and as much as Evan was enjoying this he always had liked watching Travers work. He glanced at his friend and Evan was smiling under the mask but his amusement was obvious even in his tone, "Do you?"

Do you?  ISAAC saw his chance as the Death Eater who stabbed him walked away. Blink and he would have missed it. But Isaac considered his options. Should he try to pull that knife now, he would still be outnumbered, and his room doesn't really provide him much cover. Maybe his best bet was to keep the two of them satisfied. After all,  nothing's stopping them from killing him right away. If they wanted to kill him, they probably would have done so already. Begrudgingly, Isaac chose to stay still and answer the Death Eaters.

He glared at the first Death Eater. Was he the one who was going to torture him now? There was no guarantee that they'll leave him unharmed after they get what they came for but since he was already where he was, he might as well use the situation to learn more. "Who's this friend of yours?" he asked as if he hadn't learned the Death Eater's name already. Since he already identified the owner, Isaac wouldn't mind letting them have the wand right away. But answering too eagerly, he feared, would only make them suspicious.

A laugh escaped TRAVERS lips, although not one of joyful humor - it was wry, taunting. “A valiant attempt, Buchanan, but still pathetic.” It was almost sweet how the boy on the floor thought his tauntings would have either of them release valuable information. They were smarter than that, but they still had to be careful. 

He swaggered over, in no rush to reach the pile of blood pooling around the gnarled hand. Then he knelt, avoiding that crimson from staining his robes, as he faced Isaac. The color of his eyes was the only thing visible beneath the mask and he let them bore into those before him. He forced every ounce of menacing prowess into that glare that he could as he said, “you are only alive because your death is not enough to send a message. No one would miss you, mourn you. The Ministry would not panic. Your name would be buried in the eulogies, ignored in favor of sports and gossip. So, you live, because you are worthless either way.” Then he stood, just as slowly as he approached, and pocketed the wand he knew to be their goal.

EVAN had to laugh, this attempt was absolutely pathetic but he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it. He smiled because as much as he enjoyed Travers speeches this had a note of finality to it and as Travers walked away, Evan approached him once again. He knelt down, holding his arm down and pulled the knife out in one swift motion. Blood gushed out of the wound, "I'll take this back," Evan said, wiping the knife on Isaac's clothes, "Too good a knife to be wasted on someone like you." He stood up then, "Well this was fun-" he said as he started to turn away, "Maybe we'll see each other again."

If only his glare could throw actual daggers, ISAAC would have killed those men ten times over. His eyes may be laden with tears that wouldn't fall but they still glowered, hot with anger as the Death Eater goaded him by telling him that his life was meaningless. That it's the only reason why he's being spared. The only thing he took from it was that he gets to live another day and have the chance to catch these sons of bitches someday.

Isaac cried out as the Death Eater pulled the knife out of his hand. "FUCK!" He turned to press his wounded hand into his chest, hoping to stop it from bleeding. Blood seeped into his shirt as Isaac applied pressure. Fighting through the pain, his anger kept him from passing out. He forced himself to sit up and give the Death Eaters one last look before they disapparated, committing their silhouettes into memory. "For your sakes," Isaac managed to speak out, his voice hoarse from the screams "pray that we won't."

TRAVERS was almost impressed by the tenacity of the man on the floor - almost. “However scary you’re pretending that you are, I can assure you that you’re not. You stole a wand. We’ve taken lives.  You’ve heard what we can do, now you’ve seen it. You should be praying that you never see us again, or you’ll get a knife in your other hand. Isn’t that right?” He turned to Evan for a reply, but waited only a beat before he turned leisurely to exit through the door they’d already destroyed.

EVAN shrugged, "Next time he's going to lose the hand," he replied to Travers casually but then this conversation was normal enough for them. He didn't even spare Isaac a backward glance as he followed Travers out through the door though he couldn't help but smile in amusement at the thought of running into Isaac at the Ministry.

[barty-jrouch]

where: A Hallway in the Ministry of Magic  who: Barty Crouch Jr. and Evan Rosier ( @evcnrcsier )

Before he found the Death Eaters, his position at the Ministry was just another prison. It was an extension of being under his father’s power. His father got him the job so that he could spy on the Minister of Magic for when Barty Snr finally takes the mantle. At the end of the day, it felt that everything Barty does was for his father. And he absolutely hated it. But now, with his father out of the way and with a whole new reason to come to work every day, Barty has learned to hate it a little bit less. 

Recently, Barty heard about a certain possible lead a Hit-Wizard might have on a Death Eater. He immediately passed the information on two members whom he knew would make good use of it. “Mr. Rosier,” Barty bumped into one of them in a hallway near the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and greeted him with the casualness of co-workers. “Did your last assignment go well?”

[lmalfoys]

There were few people that he would entirely trust the safety of his wife to. Only two in fact. Her sister and her cousin. His faith and trust in Evan Rosier had been built since their time at Hogwarts, only increasing as they took their Marks and of course once they become tied through familial bonds. So it had come as something of a surprise to him when he had discovered that the plans that the Dark Lord had had for the Potter boy had been kept from him. Under his own roof no less. He was seething. His pride dented and his trust chipped. It wasn’t enough for him to consider anything drastic but he had no qualms in letting his displeasure be known - better to air it all out now than let it fester. “So we’re keeping secrets now, are we?” Tone was light, almost too much, dangerously so. But things didn’t stay cordial for long, a bite entering his voice as he did his best to maintain his composure. “A heads up would have been nice, Rosier.” Eyes narrowed at that, words coming out low but there was no missing the force behind them. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t throw you out of this house.”

@evcnrcsier​

[partyboybilius]

where: Merlin Rouge who: Bilius Weasley and Evan Rosier ( @evcnrcsier​ )

Don’t think. Don’t feel. Just go by instinct. These sentences have been Bilius’ mantra for the past month. It’s how he managed to survive. To think that just a month ago, he was still working for the Ministry of Magic, pushing folders and reports from one desk to another. The promise of flying to witness a match was always welcome. But the chances were rare and far in between. Last month, his boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - was still alive. Bilius shook his head and forced himself to forget about that. What mattered was today and today only. He’ll just have to get through it and he’ll be fine. 

As per his ritual, Bilius knocked back a shot before returning to mingle amongst the customers. Clad with nothing but skimpy shorts and footwear, he slipped out of the employees-only marked area and greeted the customers with his presence. Eyes sought him immediately but Bilius’ own gravitated only to one person amongst the sea of patrons. Bilius slipped through the crowd and stood beside Evan Rosier’s table. “Hey there, handsome. Looking for company tonight?”

[drfawley]

with the flick of his wand, danny watched as the paperwork he’d spent most of the afternoon toiling over went off into the void — or another office in the dmle.  whichever.  he glanced down at his watch and saw that it was well past quitting time.  gathering up his things, he stopped at the desk of another auror who was working late.  “rosier!  what say you and i go out for a drink once you’re finished?  i swear, it’s been ages since we’ve seen each other out of here.”  //  @evcnrcsier​ 

[ofthedcrkness]

who: @evcnrcsier​ where: take a guess when: evening on a worknight

Of late, his evenings tended to go something like this: leave work late, head home, drink a beer, read until he fell asleep. His latest project had him constantly weary, and sure, Augustus made sure to portray a laidback persona to the world, but even exhaustion couldn’t drive away the itch under his skin that came with such a mundane routine. It was lucky, then, that he’d made these plans before he found himself in such an intolerable rut. The pub was loud and crowded, just as he liked it, but Evan was easy to spot. This was where he thrived, finding anonymity in a busy bar, picking up drunken revelations like they were dropped sickles on the sidewalk. And yet there was no better place for a private conversation, it seemed. Sitting down in the seat across from the older man, he grinned. “Rosier, glad you could make it. This round’s on me.” Then again, maybe he was just there for the beer and some company. Sure, they’d talk Death Eater matters sooner or later, but first - “One scotch for me, and whatever this gentleman wants.” A wink and a smile were tossed at the waitress, and the second she’d stepped away his attention returned full-force to Evan.

[ofveela]

who: @evcnrcsier​ where: ministry atrium when: end of the work day

Abstractly, Jean-Luc was pretty sure he’d known Evan worked in the building. No, he definitely knew - auror and whatnot - it was just that he hadn’t really thought about it until he found himself on the elevator down to the atrium with him. He wasn’t upset by the company, per se; he couldn’t imagine ever really being bothered by company, but it was nonetheless unexpected when the elevator doors opened on a familiar face. Blinking off his surprise quickly, he stepped into the elevator and turned to Evan as the doors slid closed. “Just getting off of work?” Okay, the question was a bit moot - the workday had ended and they were both on their way to the atrium, he could draw his own conclusions - but Jean-Luc always did love some small talk. “It’s good to see you, Evan, it’s been a while. Have you been well?” Turning the force of his smile on the other man as the elevator began its arduous journey, he relaxed against the wall. Sure, he’d been a bit unreasonably startled to see him, but he was finding himself quite excited to catch up, even if briefly.

[thaliarosier]

Moodboard (2/?) - Thalia Rosier ft. Evan Rosier

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[adbellatrixs]

Evan;

Where: Outskirts near Malfoy Manor When: The Aftermath of Harry Potter’s death, April 15th

The murder of an innocent child... Bellatrix knew it should unsettle her, make her question the cause but no such thoughts crossed her mind. It was something that simply needed to be done. Besides, maybe they were doing Harry Potter a favor. He wouldn’t have to grow up during a war, would never live to see his family die or betray him. His end was gruesome, theatrically over the top yes, but once it was done, it was done. No more pain. No more anything... the quiet sounds of the forest were disturbed as Bellatrix apparated. Naturally, she hadn’t been far when Pettigrew delivered what was left of the boy. Their spy had done well but could this have crossed a line for him? Such brutality would definitely leave its mark on Peter, clouding his mind... potentially enough to turn on them. Uncertainty once again flowed through her veins.

Another woosh pulled her attention, a familiar figure appearing in the darkness. Her counterpart, her cousin- at least she could trust Evan Rosier. “It won’t be long now before they retaliate...” She nodded, eyes surveying the area around them. Not too far up she saw the lights of a nearby village, flickering as wind blew through pines and alders. “The Order is too thickheaded not to.” If they knew better, they’d stop playing this game they couldn’t win. “Would it be wrong to celebrate an execution?” 

@evcnrcsier​