#thread: evan002

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He was intelligent for his age - a conclusion that Rodolphus had reached upon hearing Evan Rosier speak his first coherent sentences. There was a fondness that he felt for the Rosier siblings; it was easy to feel that warm tenderness to the youngest Rosier, still a baby in her crib. But Evan was kind and he was honest, but most importantly to Rodolphus, he was talented and in his mind, that made him valuable. He had been made privy to Evan's secret hobby, to the worlds that the young boy created with a set of paints and a brush. "What inspired you to make this one, Evan?" he murmured, keeping his voice low as he gestured to the piece in front of him. "It's brilliant."

The thunder and lightning outside echoed his own mood. He was due at another charity event in an hour, and it was at this event that he would announce the creation of the donation fund to aid the families impacted by the werewolf attacks. With the Apparition ban still in effect, his hours were spent crawling through Muggle traffic lanes in a confined car. Rodolphus shrugged on his peacoat, slamming the door to his office behind him. Evan's office provided the only light left in the otherwise deserted office, and he barged in, throwing a stack of papers upon the young man's desk. "For the memorial that Severus proposed," he said in a clipped voice. "Please have it approved and processed by noon tomorrow." Rodolphus turned on his heel and began to leave Evan's office.