Evan's phoenix.
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Evan Rosier - Slytherin with tanned skin, blonde dreadlocks, and striking blue eyes. Loud and reckless, his dry sarcasm and subtle humor surface around those he trusts. Has no romantic interest. He is Pandora Rosier's twin brother.
Pandora Rosier - Ravenclaw. Gentle, dreamy, and endlessly curious, artistic, with a quiet confidence that puts others at ease. Kind without being naïve, she sees beauty in the unusual. In a relationship with Barty Crouch Jr., whose chaos she calms with effortless patience. She is Evan Rosier's twin sister.
Barty Crouch Jr. - Slytherin. Brilliant, unpredictable, and sharp-tongued, with a restless mind and dark sense of humor. Thrives on chaos and enjoys provoking everyone. Deeply devoted to Pandora Rosier, the only one who can calm him, even if only slightly.
Regulus Black — Slytherin from the House of Black. Reserved, intelligent, and composed, he hides a deeply loyal heart beneath a cold exterior. Dutiful yet quietly conflicted by his family's expectations. Aromantic and uninterested in romance.
She is Pandora Rosier's and Evan Rosier's mother. She is quite strict, but also loves her children.
He is Pandora Rosier's and Evan Rosier's father. He is quite strict, but also loves his children.
Intro
It had happened years ago.
By accident.
Summoned to the Headmaster's office for a detention he no longer remembered, Evan had noticed the bird perched beside the window before he'd noticed anything else.
Crimson. Gold. Living fire.
"His name is Fawkes," the Headmaster had said.
Evan had never seen anything so beautiful.
He spent the following weeks searching the library for every book that mentioned phoenixes. There were disappointingly few. What they all agreed upon, however, was infuriatingly consistent:
Phoenixes could not be bought.
They could not be bred.
They could not be commanded.
They chose.
Perhaps that was precisely why he wanted one. The fascination never left him.
It lingered through the years, surfacing whenever he found another passing mention in an old text or heard a professor speak of creatures thought too rare to study. Every account ended the same way: a phoenix would never belong to a wizard.
Evan refused to believe there wasn't an exception.
That summer, Rosier Manor breathed heat.
On his birthday morning, breakfast passed in near silence. His father barely looked up from the Daily Prophet. Eleanor Rosier sat at the head of the table, composed as ever, her porcelain teacup untouched.
"I want a phoenix," Evan said.
His father gave a quiet, humorless laugh.
Eleanor looked at him over the rim of her cup.
"No."
"They heal!"
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Release Date 2026.07.07 / Last Updated 2026.07.07