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weekends.
Authors Note: Read the entire authors note at the end. I responded to some reviews and cleared the 'whose Evan Rosier?' situation up. (;
Poppy whirled around, blinking a couple of times at her. She had a slightly calculating look in her eyes, like she was thinking hard of how to answer.
"Evan Rosier?" She said, putting down the card she was holding, "Slytherin? Your age, if I remember correctly? Didn't he turn out to be a Death Eater?" She asked.
"Y-yes." She smiled again, "Is that all you remember of him?" Her voice was slightly stiff, and awkward which was a first for her.
"Weren't you two good friends?" She asked, thinking hard, "God, I never was fully aware of how many years apart we really were!" She said, laughing slightly.
McGonagall grimaced; she'd been thinking the same thing. "We were." She looked around, making sure there was no one else around, "Much more than good friends." She paused, noting the shocked reaction of Poppy, "I admit, I have told no one else. I did not remember it until this after noon."
Poppy smiled slyly, "You, Minerva McGonagall, had a boyfriend?" She paused and then her eyes fell, "Oh Minerva - I'm so sorry, I forgot Mr. Rosier's fate."
Minerva shook her head, "It is not matter. I just mentioned him because I realized that although we are close friends, I've never talked about Evan."
"You're right - you have not. Come to think of it, Minerva, you have not told me a thing about your Hogwarts friends. I'm sure you had some?"
"Oh yes, of course I did. All of them Gryffindors, with the exception of Evan, I'd readily admit."
"Minerva, would it seem like I was prying if I asked you how you got to be with Evan Rosier! He's a Slytherin! And I do remember that he took a fond liking to the Dark Arts." She frowned at McGonagall, "He tried to hex me on my first day!" She added, almost as a side note to herself.
"I don't know how it started." She said shortly.
But then her face relaxed, "No, I can't say that. I was 12, well on my way to being a model student, very studious I was." She said, her eyes glazing over as she remembered this, "I did everything by the books. And then a dorm-mate's twin sister, in Slytherin introduced me to Evan, not thinking that anything would happen. Evan was very different than anyone I knew, all my friends studied hard, had good grades and the teachers loved them. Evan wasn't moronic, but he wasn't a genius. And he didn't try in class at all. We got to know each other, and around Easter he asked me to visit him in the summer. I accepted, and things went on from there." McGonagall said, trailing off a bit at the end, her eyes not seeing the Hospital Wing - she was in an obvious reverie.
"Oh dear. Minerva, forgive me for saying this - but I cannot imagine you going out with any one! A future Death Eater no less." She paused and then looked alarm, "Minerva! You didn't keep any information from the Ministry, did you?" She cried, most distraught.
"No, of course not Poppy." She said, looking shocked, "He only contacted me once outside of Hogwarts. It was a goodbye and had a few pictures." She paused and then reached into her pocket and slid out the picture and handed it to Poppy. "That was our last day together, the day we graduated." She said with a remorseful sigh.
"You said pictures? Do you have more than one? Oh, Minerva forgive my curiosity it's just this is something you've never talked of. And you know how nosy I can get." She smiled, "Especially since I am not allowed to do so with my patients." She said - this had been a private joke between the two for a while, the reasoning Poppy always gave when she dug for answers from friends.
"There were more. But I. lost them. But I did find them once." She paused and looked slightly remorseful, "But I burnt them." She said very quickly.
"Why on earth did you do that Minerva?" Poppy cried, looking shocked.
Why indeed. McGonagall had to admit; this was a very good question.
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Authors Note; EVAN ROSIER. He is dead. Dead dead dead. You know this from GoF when Harry goes into the penseive and sees Karakoff's trial. He is a name he mentions to get out of Azkaban, but was -killed- by Moody. There is no more Evan. And no, I won't be cliché and bring him back anyways. Bwahahaha.
Also kudos to Quiteona for the ideas to continue the fic - YAR! There's more coming, if you can't tell. Woo!
Read. Review again if you've only done so once. Comment! Critique! Help! But just don't diss Ryan Turner. (a.k.a.; member of the cast of Brendan Leonard Show, a.k.a.; my future husband)
Authors Note: Read the entire authors note at the end. I responded to some reviews and cleared the 'whose Evan Rosier?' situation up. (;
Poppy whirled around, blinking a couple of times at her. She had a slightly calculating look in her eyes, like she was thinking hard of how to answer.
"Evan Rosier?" She said, putting down the card she was holding, "Slytherin? Your age, if I remember correctly? Didn't he turn out to be a Death Eater?" She asked.
"Y-yes." She smiled again, "Is that all you remember of him?" Her voice was slightly stiff, and awkward which was a first for her.
"Weren't you two good friends?" She asked, thinking hard, "God, I never was fully aware of how many years apart we really were!" She said, laughing slightly.
McGonagall grimaced; she'd been thinking the same thing. "We were." She looked around, making sure there was no one else around, "Much more than good friends." She paused, noting the shocked reaction of Poppy, "I admit, I have told no one else. I did not remember it until this after noon."
Poppy smiled slyly, "You, Minerva McGonagall, had a boyfriend?" She paused and then her eyes fell, "Oh Minerva - I'm so sorry, I forgot Mr. Rosier's fate."
Minerva shook her head, "It is not matter. I just mentioned him because I realized that although we are close friends, I've never talked about Evan."
"You're right - you have not. Come to think of it, Minerva, you have not told me a thing about your Hogwarts friends. I'm sure you had some?"
"Oh yes, of course I did. All of them Gryffindors, with the exception of Evan, I'd readily admit."
"Minerva, would it seem like I was prying if I asked you how you got to be with Evan Rosier! He's a Slytherin! And I do remember that he took a fond liking to the Dark Arts." She frowned at McGonagall, "He tried to hex me on my first day!" She added, almost as a side note to herself.
"I don't know how it started." She said shortly.
But then her face relaxed, "No, I can't say that. I was 12, well on my way to being a model student, very studious I was." She said, her eyes glazing over as she remembered this, "I did everything by the books. And then a dorm-mate's twin sister, in Slytherin introduced me to Evan, not thinking that anything would happen. Evan was very different than anyone I knew, all my friends studied hard, had good grades and the teachers loved them. Evan wasn't moronic, but he wasn't a genius. And he didn't try in class at all. We got to know each other, and around Easter he asked me to visit him in the summer. I accepted, and things went on from there." McGonagall said, trailing off a bit at the end, her eyes not seeing the Hospital Wing - she was in an obvious reverie.
"Oh dear. Minerva, forgive me for saying this - but I cannot imagine you going out with any one! A future Death Eater no less." She paused and then looked alarm, "Minerva! You didn't keep any information from the Ministry, did you?" She cried, most distraught.
"No, of course not Poppy." She said, looking shocked, "He only contacted me once outside of Hogwarts. It was a goodbye and had a few pictures." She paused and then reached into her pocket and slid out the picture and handed it to Poppy. "That was our last day together, the day we graduated." She said with a remorseful sigh.
"You said pictures? Do you have more than one? Oh, Minerva forgive my curiosity it's just this is something you've never talked of. And you know how nosy I can get." She smiled, "Especially since I am not allowed to do so with my patients." She said - this had been a private joke between the two for a while, the reasoning Poppy always gave when she dug for answers from friends.
"There were more. But I. lost them. But I did find them once." She paused and looked slightly remorseful, "But I burnt them." She said very quickly.
"Why on earth did you do that Minerva?" Poppy cried, looking shocked.
Why indeed. McGonagall had to admit; this was a very good question.
- - -
Authors Note; EVAN ROSIER. He is dead. Dead dead dead. You know this from GoF when Harry goes into the penseive and sees Karakoff's trial. He is a name he mentions to get out of Azkaban, but was -killed- by Moody. There is no more Evan. And no, I won't be cliché and bring him back anyways. Bwahahaha.
Also kudos to Quiteona for the ideas to continue the fic - YAR! There's more coming, if you can't tell. Woo!
Read. Review again if you've only done so once. Comment! Critique! Help! But just don't diss Ryan Turner. (a.k.a.; member of the cast of Brendan Leonard Show, a.k.a.; my future husband)
