protector of the common folk

"The whole family is a little bit…you know. I’m careful, don’t worry. I mean you didn’t even notice, you know me better than most others here." Ted’s smile slowly turned into a grin as he bumped his arm into Edgars. "A friend? I’d be concerned if you look at every friend of yours like that."

❝Yeah, I didn't notice now. If thing's go right and you two start dating, things'll get a little dirtier. Just stay out of Bellatrix's sight at the least, yeah?❞ Edgar sighed, unable to be fully annoyed by the grin that spread across Ted's features. ❝Yeah, alright, think what you will, but I'm not looking like that. I just - you know - didn't expect her to end up being a friend. She snuck up on me.❞ 

"I’m meeting Andromeda Black. I mean, not dating, i’m just kinda liking her. Ed, you’re looking surprised? DId I catch you? You know, this one Ravenclaw girl. Should I dance the name for you? C’mon, you know exactly what I mean"

❝I mean, I'm happy for you. Seriously. She seems like a really nice girl, the rest of that family be damned. Just, you know - careful of that older sister. I get the feeling that she'd kill you sooner than she'd kill Andromeda if she found out you had eyes for her.❞ Edgar sighed, shaking his head. ❝Yeah, alright, I'm catching on. I'm not staring at her. I broke her bloody arm in that match, and I helped her out until it was healed. She just sort of... became a friend, I guess. A friend.❞ 

"Shut up, it’s nothing. I think you really want to do some extra Quidditch training huh? We’re talking about you. You and your obvious staring." 

"…yeah believe me I won’t come anywhere near you with my wand raised. Hey I am not, i’m a decent person. I’ve not had any since- anyway. Oh boy, I really prefer not getting deeper into your sick little mind. And don’t think I don’t know of you looking after her “

❝You've not had any since - when was that? I didn't catch it. I don't have a sick little mind! I'm just focused more on the... what now? Who're we talking about?❞

" You see- I was engrossed in my studies and the librarian didn’t dare tell me to leave or even acknowledge curfew. Only when I looked outside to see the moon did I realize the time." 

❝And you're on your way back, yeah?❞

"Of course I’d force you to the hospital wing. I mean, i could also try to heal you myself then. A hernia? You make me sound like I’m some sex addict that had his way with everything that’s too slow to flee. The quiet ones are the worst ones.  I don’t even want to know about your phantasies. “

❝You're not coming anywhere near me with your wand raised, healing purposes or not. Sex addict? Are you not? -- Oh, no, now I'm curious. What kind of fantasies do you think I have?❞

She walked with him for a few minutes in silence before pausing for a brief moment. “Edgar?” She said softly, “Thank you.”

When Molly spoke again after a few minutes of silence, his smile softened into something more genuine. ❝You don't have to say thank you. I've been there,❞ he said. ❝I mean - it's okay. I really don't mind.❞

"Wake me up next time you do. So I can safe you from yourself. You’re like a terrorist to your own body. At least let me be part of the fun, some friend you are. Oh no, hun. It’s just a friendly offer for a free plastic surgery. Maybe you’ll find a girlfriend then."

❝But knowing you, you'd probably force me to the hospital wing, and I'm not sure that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Oh, you know a girlfriend isn't on my list of top priorities. You, however - you haven't had one all year. I'm surprised you haven't had a hernia.❞

"Oh, okay. Well thank you Edgar," she sniffled in a way she hoped was discretely. "You’re sure you won’t get in trouble with Filch? He tends to be harsh even to prefects, and I’d hate to be the reason you go into trouble."

He made another attempt at a joke, ❝This may or may not be something I've thought through before.❞

"Really? Where? Why did you go on the pitch on your own? Not that I didn’t get smacked in the head a few days ago. My forehead is still stinging. Hey, Hey. They were pretty neat, It’s certainly not my fault your nose is so weird. Maybe we should take care of that in the next game."

❝Blowing off some steam early in the morning. I don't sleep a lot so I figured I may as well make use of some extra time, and the damn thing knocked me into the stands and took out a few of those huge wooden beams on its way. Moral of the story is that splintered support beams make for rather effective weapons. -- Is that a threat, Tonks? Against your very own teammate?❞

❝Don't worry about it, Molly. I actually don't like handing out detentions, believe it or not. Especially when allergies are involved.❞ Edgar cleared his throat, turning the conversation back around immediately. ❝Look, Filch's on the prowl around here somewhere, and he'd probably be more forgiving if he ran into the both of us rather than just you.❞

"Knew you couldn’t decline my offer. Anyway, where have you been the whole day? Couldn’t find you the whole time. I was about to put ‘wanted’ letters up with your face."

❝I sort of brutalized myself on the Quidditch pitch this morning. Went to the pitch on my own and a bludger got the better of me. The last thing I need is for you to put more 'wanted' posters with my face on them up around the school. You tried that before, remember, hand drawn. You just can't get my nose right.❞

"You in for a midnight snack though?"

❝Midnight snack it is. Lead the way, Captain Tonks.❞

there are no strings on me