"Remember not to tell my mother about the Butterbeer."
Before coming to Lily's house, she had reminded Pomona.
After arriving at Lily's house, Pomona discovered there was not a drop of alcohol in the Evans family home. The fridge was full of cola, and if Mr. Evans wanted an ice-cold beer, he had to go out for one. He often drank and chatted beside the fishpond he had dug with a gentleman from next door.
Mr. Evans very much wanted a son, mainly because he thought he would have shared interests with a boy—father and son going hiking, fishing, and so on.
He was quite welcoming toward Snape, even though he was a strange child known far and wide. After watching Muggle horror films, Pomona felt he had been born with that gloomy aura; he did not even need makeup.
Of course, he could not possibly go fishing with Mr. Evans, but he did help him clean out the fishpond, and Mr. Evans would invite him inside for a cola.
Mr. Evans was not local. Or rather, he had not grown up in Cokeworth. The water company had sent him there to test the water quality.
For that reason, he knew many clean rivers that even the locals did not know about. He drove Pomona and Lily to a place he thought was wonderful, where there were even swans.
"Don't feed them bread," Mr. Evans told them when he saw the two of them tearing up bread and tossing it to the swans. "It's bad for their digestion."
The swans did want the bread, but Pomona obediently stopped scattering crumbs. Lily, meanwhile, took out her neatly sorted Chocolate Frog Cards.
No young wizard could resist Chocolate Frogs. Even if it was not for the chocolate, it would be for collecting