The Last Snowfall | Evelyn

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Oh, isn’t that cute? Snowfall... Snow angels... Snowball fights... Snowmen... Yorik strolled down to the grounds of Hogwarts right after knocking over a newly made snowman with his foot. How absolutely adorable! He snickered and tugged his winter robe a bit closer while watching a few second years engage in a snowball fight. It did not take him long to decide that they needed a lesson in how to make hard balls and aim for each other’s faces instead of the shoulders and chests. It would make their fight a lot more fun!

“Oi, kiddos!” Yorik yelled as he formed some balls and threw all he could right at them. “If you are actually going to have a snowball fight, then do it properly!” One of the balls missed because the victim ducked himself, but the other was planted directly into a girl’s innocent and surprised face. He laughed out loud. It could have escalated into a fight between him and them (and he was outnumbered), but all the second years did was to angrily mumble something to each other, while wiping the face of their friend. Scaredy cats!

With hands tugged down into his pockets for warmth, Yorik continued his carefree stroll. When reaching the path that led to Hogsmeade, he stopped and turned around to enjoy the view of the castle that was covered in milky white foam of newly fallen snow. If he had been a romantic, he would have sighed. What was it about snow that made everything quiet down? The only thing he could hear was his own breathing and maybe some approaching footsteps. Oh crap... Who was it?


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TAGGED: evelyn rhea oliveira
NOTES: Late January 2026

[evelyn rhea oliveira]

Kissing the knife

A cynical and miserable high

Late January 2026
@yorik

Evy wondered if Mina would show up or if she’d forgotten she had work again, or perhaps she was sleeping off whatever hangover she had this time. Honestly, Evy felt a bit numb to these things nowadays. Sarah was working, she’d said so in her letter. But that wasn’t a surprise after reading about that mysterious island in the paper. Evy and Luna had been chatting away at breakfast on whatever latest theory they’d heard, and she’d ask Luna if she’d ‘seen’ anything, but no luck. So, she stuffed her hands into her pockets to ward off the cold, but already she could feel her nose turning pink from the cold.

Maybe she should have stayed in the common room. At least she would be warm if she went to interrupt Nate’s usual game of chess in the corner. Plus, she still had some writing to finish for Jimmie, and she wouldn’t put it past the Gryffindor to storm into the Dungeons and their common room to demand why Evy was late. She could hear kids laughing and the sound of snow hitting jackets and cloaks, but then she heard another louder voice, and then the laughing stopped. Evelyn saw the incident from a distance but didn’t say much. A memory had popped into her head of family Christmases before and snowball fights with her older sisters and brothers. But, the past two Christmases had been without Dakoda and instead with a family split down the middle.

She kept walking, staring at the path full of many imprints of various boots in the snow. But at least it made the walk down to the village easier, but looking up, she saw the boy from earlier. Though she recognized that mess of curls on his head, the boy in her year—Yorik. ”Do you always throw snowballs at children?” She asked in a bored tone. They were second years, so young and carefree without the worries and troubles of their classmates. Evy missed those days. She remembered Yorik and the fuss of his parents' Gryffindor lineage and his Slytherin sorting, but she’d heard stories like that all the time with other families. But, they’d had their run-ins. They were housemates, after all.

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