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"Whatever." Evangeline growled before slamming the door to her house. She could hear Harry screaming at Ginny, screaming to her, screaming to the world. He's such a drama queen. she thought bitterly as she headed down the street. She was dressed in her favorite muggle attire, a concept Harry disliked. He felt she should at least dress like a witch, even though it was close to eighty-five everyday now. It was ridiculous. Evangeline wasn't at a mental state of peace anymore, not in that wretched house.

She wasn't sure what brought her to the Ruins. It was still a proud landmark, hidden from muggles prying eyes. A golden plaque gleamed in the sun as she approached, comemorating the monument to her father. She turned away from it in disgust. Her father's, and therefore her fame was enough to make anyone vomit. Before she had the time to even consider that however, she noticed someone approaching from the sistance. That someone was...

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Dean ran a hand through his hair as he rounded the corner. He was not even paying attention to where he was going, just allowing his feet to carry him to one of his usual haunts. He wasn't sure why, but the ruins of what had used to be the home of Lily, James, and Harry Potter held great asylum for him. Perhaps it was because of their secluded location, a place where he could pretend to be the only person in the world. Dean frowned a bit on seeing that his usual place of solitude was already inhabited, wasn't that one of the Potter girls? Unsure of what to do, Dean hung back, and waited to see if she would acknowledge his existence.

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Evangeline lowered her gaze on the boy only momentarily before looked back up at the Ruins. Her curiousity was definitely peaked, but he didn't need to know that. She recognized him as a Ravenclaw. He was cute nonetheless. Her brain scrambled for his name: Ressel. Wasn't his brother the Puddlemere seeker, Bradley Ressel? She turned to evaluate him once more.

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When the girl turned to look at him for a second time, Dean managed a small smile in her direction. He closed the gap between them, thankful that his shirt covered his thick scars. Well, except for the one that veered onto his neck a bit, but he generally didn't concern himself with it, although it certainly was noticeable. "Hey," said Dean, giving a wider, more friendly grin to the girl.

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Evangeline's pale blue eyes flashed momentarily to the scar prominent on his neck for a split second, then met his gaze. She smiled kindly towards him. "Hey." she replied, her voice strong. She had mastered covering the emotions in her voice with almost a year of practice. She studied him a bit before turning back to the Ruins, as much of her hands stuffed into her small skirt's pockets as she could manage. "I'm Evangeline." Evie replied, her eyes flicking back towards the boy.

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"Dean," he replied. He too found himself shoving his hands into his pockets. His mind traveled to his scar that showed regardless of what shirt he was wearing, he wished that he could cover it. But no, magic had caused those scars, and no type of magic would be able to take them away. Dean had even tried to look something up, but had been unable to find anything that would work. Dean found himself mentally cursing his twin sister.

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With that name, flooded back memories from school. She had heard his name before. Now Evangeline felt bad for not remembering. She allowed the silence before she turned back to study him. She smiled gently as her pale eyes ran over him. When reached his feet, and therefore her own, she guided her eyes back to his face. "Pleasure." she replied. She turned back towards the Ruins, not really bothering to look them over. She'd seen them enough. "What brings you to the lovely Ruins." she asked, sarcasm rolling heavily off of her tongue. The Ruins were in no way a good thing, a reminder of how famous her family was. It drove her absolutely wild.

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Dean nodded in response to Evangeline's saying that it was a pleasure to meet him. He then chuckled lightly at her use of sarcasm. "I usually come here to be alone, not many people come here." said Dean. The reason why he was coming here to have some alone time, would remain confidential. At least for the time being. As far as he knew, the only people that knew what had caused him and his twin sister, Cora, to stop speaking would be her, himself, and their mutual friend, Tristan. Not even Bradly knew about what had happened.

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Evangeline nodded. She looked back to Dean and smiled. "Well, it probably scares people away. This place isn't exactly cheery." she replied with a snort at her own joke. She was silent for a mere second before turning her head to look at the street beside her. "Wanna take a walk?" she asked curiously. Part of her just wanted to get away from yet another piece of her history. However, the other part wanted to get to know Dean. And the latter was prevailing.

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"Sure," said Dean with a nod. He was more than willing to take a walk with Evangeline, it seemed as if there was a lot more to her than what met the eye, and he was curious about her. It might not have been in his plans originally, but Dean could be flexible; especially since it was summer and he really didn't have anything better to do with his vast amounts of free time. It was almost overwhelming, because Dean had chosen to take the most difficult classes, ergo had more homework than his peers.

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Evangeline led him along a deserted street directly opposite in which the pair came. It was quiet, something to be expected so early on a weekday. They walked in silence as Evangeline tugged at her blond tresses. Her petite frame was even more petite next to the older Dean, but she didn't mind. She was used to being excrutiatingly short. Finally, she directed her pale blue eyes to Dean. "What's your story Dean?" she asked, her voice not stammering a bit. She wasn't shy in the slightest; being bold and straightforward was the way to go in Evangeline's mind.

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"Story?" said Dean, a bit confused. He wasn't sure what that meant, goodness he was awkward. He supposed that he didn't interact with many people, he kept to himself mostly. It took him a second, but he figured that Evangeline wanted to know more about where he came from, his past. "I never knew my mum, my dad died when I was little. My brother took me in when he came of age. Went to Hogwarts, and that's about it. I'm not terribly exciting," said Dean. He left Cora completely out of the picture, these days he pretended he didn't have a sister.

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Evangeline was aware of the fact he had a sister, but if he didn't mention her, neither would she. She frowned a bit at never knowing his parents. Sometimes she wished she had never met hers. Shaking that thought, she placed a gentle hand on his arm. "I'm sorry." she replied softly, looking him in the eye.

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"No, you needn't be," said Dean. Truth be told, the few memories he did have involving his father weren't the most pleasant. Half of them involved his rants about having light in dark. Coming from the mouth of a Death Eater, that was saying something. It was no wonder that he had gotten himself killed for disloyalty. But the most vivid of them all was the night that his father was murdered, which was why he could see the Thestrals that pulled the school carriages. "What about you?" said Dean, wanting to get the topic away from his family for the moment.

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"Not much honestly. I've lived here my whole life with my older brother and sister and my younger sister. My eldest sister is about 7 months pregnant and has been out on the streets for that long. Oh, and she's dating your brother." she laughed. "My father's a selfish pig." She added, frowning a bit. She turned and looked forward, her face stony. She wasn't sure why that statement was hard. It was just the truth afterall.