SUNFLOWER

“Feckin’ shite on goblins arse-” Sersh grumbled as she fell over her feet - something not out of the ordinary for her - and sent the cup of orange and cinnamon tea she’d just bought into the air and in her attempt to catch the cup and keep the written papers in her hand safe she’d accidentally caught her foot on Edgar’s table sending her straight down onto her arse and the cup with it. “Maybe ye need to stop actin’ so peeved when someone goes arse over tit, we all can’t be feckin’ Delacours ye know-” The blonde mumbled that was until her eyes pulled up to who was talking and she immediately regretting her words. “Feckin’ shite- sorry Edgar. Didn’t realise it was ye-” She back tracked sheepishly. Pulling her wand out and tapping his newspaper lightly with a drying charm - one that frankly she used far more than she’d care to admit - to try his newpaper as if it were brand new. Only then picking up the broken pieces of china to put on the table. “What ye readin’ ay?”

Edgar’s heart skipped a beat as guilt slowly seeped in. He hadn’t realised the person was Sersh otherwise he wouldn’t have been so harsh. “No don’t worry — I was also a little rude.” He had risen to his feet instinctively, ready to offer help. However, Sersh didn’t need it. Before he knew, she was upright, had dried his newspaper and had cleaned up the split china. 

“How about I tell you all about it whilst I order you another cup?” He flashed one of his charming smiles. “It’s actually on a cure for vampire bites. Whilst they’re not there just yet, they think they’ve found a new and effective way.”

Where: Rosa Lee Teabag 

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Edgar fixed his glasses as he read over the daily prophet. The paper was sprawled across his tiny table, his cream-cheese bagel and oat milk latte scattered across the pages like feature images. 

He was reading an article about medical advances at St. Mungo’s when someone bumped into his table, spilling the coffee all over the writing. The words tried to scurry across the page but were bound by the article box they were trapped in. 

“Uh excuse me.” he said, slightly annoyed. “Could you maybe watch out next time?” Whilst Edgar was slowly getting accustomed to loosing Amelia, he was still more edgy than usual. 

Edgar Bones, eh? Fenrir smiled, maybe this would be interesting enough to warrant his attention. He had assumed that normal wizards got time off after the tragic murder of their siblings, but it seemed as though Edgar was right back at it. “Ah, Mr. Bones.” Fenrir smiled, saccharin sweet, opening the door wide and ushering the man in. The werewolf waited until Edgar had fully entered the flat before continuing. “It’s Greyback, actually. Not sure if that’s a mistake or if you’re at the wrong place.” Still, his grin widened as he shut the door behind him. “You best be careful, this area is filled with dangerous people, you know?” Crossing his arms in front and not-so-subtly standing in front of the only exit, Fenrir gestured to the kitchen table. “Please take a seat, I’ll fetch us some tea.”

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Edgar was hesitant at first, Gringotts was not normally wrong with client surnames but the man seemed to be expecting at least someone from the bank and Edgar thought he’d follow this through before declaring he was in the wrong place. He was ushered in and asked to take a seat before the man disappeared and the smell of tea drifted through the air. “This area is filled with dangerous people? Like who Mr Greyback?” Edgar called to the man, raising his eyebrows as his eyes drifted through the apartment, absentmindedly taking everything in, well, what seemed to be a lack of everything. He wasn’t too worried about anyone dangerous, he had managed to look after himself so far and it wasn’t like he didn’t know how to duel. 

“Were you expecting someone from Gringotts? I’m a curse breaker so if it’s financial consulting you need I’ll have to organise someone else to come through.” || @howling-fenrir​

Offering a small grunt as a form of thanks, Jonathan stepped forward, reaching for the bottle. Over the years, he had become more aware of people staring; np matter how subtle they tried to be. He quickly glanced back at Edgar, following his eyes to his basket. Instinctively, he wanted to move the basket away from the other man’s view. When he spoke again, Jonathan relaxed slightly having been half expecting another comment about the kinds of potions he had. “Good observation.” Jonathan muttered, the remark rolling off his tongue without a second thought. “You’ll have to talk to a shopkeeper, they keep most of those behind the counter.” he continued a moment later. || @edgar-bones​

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Edgar furrowed his eyebrows. “How am I supposed to know which potions are on the shelf and which are behind the counter?” he sighed. He just wasn’t in the right mindset to be doing errands right now and everything felt so much more frustrating that it should feel. “Sorry if that sounded harsh.” he muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Not having the best time right now, hence the need for a draught of peace.”. Whilst Edgar was struggling, his kind hearted nature still shone through, his softness an integral part of him. “Thanks for your help.” || @jonreeves​

tw: amelia’s death, death

Sorry, I can’t answer your note right now

but if you leave your owl on my windowsill I’ll get back to you as soon as possible 

It didn’t sit right with Fabian, how many people were keen to just continue on with the ball after what had happened to Laurel. It really went to show how much the people running this event cared about flash over substance. It didn’t sit right with Fabian. Still, he rather doubted any updates about Laurel’s condition would be made public here at the event. He knew some people who might know, but he also didn’t want to pester anyone. 

“Right,” he agreed with a nod. “I’m sure they’ll take good care of her at St. Mungo’s.” It was the most he could do at the moment, simple well wishes. Ultimately frustrating. “Ah, I’ve been bouncing around. I didn’t officially ask anyone,” he admitted before easily bouncing the question back to him. “What about you?” 

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Edgar felt like a deflated balloon. The night had taken a turn for the worst yet here he was, unsure of what to do with himself. “Yeah, St Mungos is great.” he agreed. He looked up to Fabian, the man being the one who introduced him into the order and who he considered to be a mentor. Not to mention that Fabian’s career sounded difficult yet amazing at the same time. “Yeah, I’ve also been around. I’ve had lots of great conversations tonight.” he smiled. “And technically I came with Rowena but I haven’t seen her for a while, we got separated.” He placed his hands into his pockets, looking at the faces around them as they spoke. “Anyone here you fancy though? I was hoping to go home with someone but at this rate I doubt that is going to happen.” || @fabianprcwett​

“Feckin’ excuses Bones-” The witch joked a warm smile pulling onto her features as she looked across at one of her best mates. Scoffing lightly the witch rolled her eyes lightly as she moved to take another sip of the drink in her hand. “Thought he’d lost his feckin’ mind, mind ye. Reckon we’d have to rush him off to Mungo’s for a case of Dragon Pox.” Still, Sersh wasn’t sure how she felt around the whole situation. There was that underlying feeling that she didn’t want to address. The unease she’d felt seeing Gus with someone didn’t sit right with her. She should be happy for him shouldn’t she? And partly she was. ‘It was just the purist thing’ the thought ran over in her mind on a constant loop, suppressing what really she wasn’t sure she’d ever admit. “It was just.. odd all round ye know?” The witch paused before pulling her attention back up to Edgar and nudging him lightly. “Good to know I ain’t gunna have to rangle ye away from anyone with a broom up their feckin’ arse. Think I’ve done as much of that as I can feckin’ manage.”

“Oi ye feckin’ knobhead-” The witch laughed with a smile pulling onto her features. “Ye’d be honored to dance with me, I’ll have ye know I’m a fine as gentleman of the Scared Twenty Eight this evening.” Saoirse joked, fawning a fake posh accent before she shrugged lightly and took a sip of her drink as she lifted an imaginary top hat. “Well mate- sounds like ye need a wee bit more there ay? Oh ay yeh? Come on then give me ye best matin’ dance- don’t ye worry I’ll try not to fall in love with ye.” Sersh scoffed loudly as she bowed and gestured for him to take to the floor. “Ye better be doin’ the feckin’ hippogriff there lad or I’ll disown ye-”

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Edgar’s smile faltered slightly at the mention of Dragon Pox, his mind slipping back to the few memories he had of Victoria in hospital due to the same illness. These were bad days for him, and it only led to worse with their mother deciding to leave to France with Victoria and his father barely being at home. He pushed the surfacing memories back down and grinned at Sersh, reminding himself to be in the present. “They say love and lust make you do the craziest of things and well, that was fucking mental.” he laughed, agreeing with her. “I much prefer people that are more done to earth you know? People who aren’t on their high horse.” 

Edgar could barely contain in his laughter, the roar escaped him, causing a few heads to turn. “Mating dance huh?” he beamed, “This music is nowhere fast enough to do the hippogriff!” Besides, the looks he would get would be agonising, not that he cared what these stuck up sorcerers thought, he just did not want to end up in another of Rita’s articles. “How about we go get drinks instead of making everyone around us jealous of our dance moves yeah?” was his final attempt at getting out of dancing. Just something about having a good time tonight felt off, his stomach felt like lead as he waited for something to go wrong. || @inkstainedmac​

Marlene couldn’t help the light smile that pulled onto the edge of her features at his comment as her shoulders sunk lightly with relief. “He was giving me an unwelcome side eye. You know how creeps can get some times.” The witch joked half heartedly, grateful to see the smile - however small - on Edgar’s face. Oddly it was refreshing and in a way almost calming. A distraction at least from the storm that was raging like hell fire in her chest, threatening to let her anger boil over her outwardly slightly tense exterior. “Reparo-” She uttered softly with a gentle swish of her wand as the pieces of the statue carefully danced through the air piece by piece to it’s original formation; a statue with a luring grin. Though with a small smirk adorning her lips and a swift flick, the head of the statue swiftly crumbled to dust. Turning her head to glance over her shoulder at Edgar with slight mischief laced on her features, she gave a carefree shrug of her shoulder as she noted: “We’ll call it Greek umm?”

“Edgar Bones-” Marlene spoke with a smile brightening slightly across her features at the prospect of mischief and fun. Frankly, a welcomed distraction from the night and if anything seemingly with great company to top. Leaving the now headless statue, the witch made her way over to the other, wand in one hand while the other held the edge of her dress so she didn’t fall. “You really do know the way to a woman’s heart. I think that’s the best thing I have heard all evening, frankly I’d love nothing more. It’ll be good for their ego if anything. So after you-” 

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Edgar’s smile only grew due to Marlene’s alluring sense of humour. He let out a small chuckle as the statues head blew away in the wind. The corners of Edgar’s eyes were wrinkled from years of laughter yet you could sense that he understood the anger and pain that Marlene was feeling, his eyes deep with empathy. “I always preferred classical art anyway. That and the Renaissance of course.” he crossed his arms and slowly moved over, leaning gently against the headless statue. “I think nearly headless Nick would approve.” 

Edgar was naturally charming. It was in his genes after all, but something about Marlene caused Edgar’s brain to malfunction. Perhaps it was her own charming personality or her stunning beauty, but Edgar struggled to find words around her. “I don’t really need the ego boost but sure --” he agreed, pulling out his wand and aiming it at the next statue. “Reducto!” he cast the spell with a firm swish of his maple wand, causing the statue to evaporate into a fine of mist of sand. “I’m sure Sirius won’t miss the statue of his great great grandad.” he said with a grin. Taking out his frustration on the object really did help ease the tension that he had been building through the night. His heart felt like stone as he waited for the penny to drop, for something to go wrong, for someone to end up hurt. Laurel fainting was only a reassurance of his worries yet the night still wasn’t over. “How are you holding up? Just a couple of minutes ago you were calling for shots and now here we are. Do you want to talk about it?” || @starryeyxdmckinnon​

“I mean it makes sense, doesn’t it? Wizarding society is no different than any other society that’s ever existed and ever will exist. But these purist families think that they’re the most special people that have ever existed,” she shrugged. “And the wealthy muggles think the exact same way. The only difference is that the purists seem to want to live in the middle ages still because it makes them more…worthy?” She wasn’t entirely sure what their motivation was for living like they had for centuries other than tradition. “I still am. That must have been hard,” she said. She nodded her head. “It makes you a good person if you ask me,” Emilia said, offering him a smile. She didn’t have to make that choice, but she liked to think that if she was in Edgar’s situation that she would have made the same choice. “For what it’s worth? For people like me, it’s nice to know that there are people like you out there.”

Emilia nodded her head in agreement. “You’re exactly right,” She said in agreement. “I’m sorry for your loss,” she told him when he mentioned Booker. “But there is so much happening around us and nobody wants to admit it. Instead of writing something that matters, I’m stuck writing about tonight,” she said with a frown. Her talent could be used elsewhere but she was stuck under Rita Skeeter, writing things that didn’t matter. “It’s like everyone wants to keep their blinders on instead of facing what’s happening. I don’t understand it.”

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Edgar simply shook his head with surprise. Emilia had put a lot of time into thinking this all through and she was absolutely right. “It’s impressive you know.” he began with a smile, “for someone to be able to sum up most purists in one go like that.” it was a compliment of course. It was easy to list off things you hated about purists but Emilia had destroyed the whole concept of purism they held dear in almost one breath. Edgar could feel his cheeks grow red with her compliments, he tried his best to be a good person and help those around him everyday, and often it was hard, selfless work that came with no credit or acknowledgement. But Emilia saying he was a good person and that she appreciated his approach to life, that made him feel like it was all worth it. “Thank you.” he said with a shy nod. 

The ball had taken a turn for the worse, and Fabian was a bit tempted to call it a night and go home. Still, he lingered, not out of any desire to continue socializing, but to see if word would arrive about Laurel’s condition. Although the two of them were not particularly close, he still worried. Both for her personally and because the circumstances of what happened to her were unclear. Was it some sort of accident, or was something more sinister going on? 

For the moment, Fabian doubted he would be getting any clarity on the matter. No one would be stupid enough to let a detail slip, if even there was such a detail. He spotted Edgar standing alone and decided to join him. “How are you doing?” Edgar wasn’t that much younger than he and Amelia, but Fabian felt a bit protective all the same of his best friend’s younger brother. Particularly since he’d introduced him to the Order, and Amelia was no big fan of Edgar being a part of the organization. @edgar-bones

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Edgar wasn’t really sure what to do with himself now. He was contemplating going home but he feared that tonight’s events weren’t over just yet. Laurel had been taken to St. Mungos but the ball continued like nothing had taken place. Something was afoot, Edgar just wasn’t sure what. “Fabian.” He greeted with a smile. “I’m alright. At least I’m still standing you know.” Edgar was proud to call Fabian his friend. At school the Prewett would always try and stand up for those around him and Edgar took a page out of his book. Whilst it was true that the twin was closer to Amelia, the two of them got on extremely well. 

“How are you doing? I’d ask if you were enjoying yourself but I assume nobody is after Laurel’s incident. Who are you here with?” || @fabianprcwett​

And suddenly everything fell into place. Amiria’s eyebrows raised. “Oh my god Edgar,” She yelped before throwing her arms around the man, while doing her best to avoid his drink. “Sorry it took me a moment there,” She chuckled before nodding, big grin on her face. “Yeah, I’m not even sorry about that. Everything I make is obviously still as good though,” Amiria said with a confident smirk and a shrug of her shoulders. So many of her Hogwarts memories starred Edgar. The woman smacked the guy’s shoulder. “You’ll have to come visit me at work. I’ll slide you a drink on the house.”

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Edgar grinned at the girl and returned her hug. “Don’t worry, it’s been a while since our hang-outs on the quidditch pitch.” he remembered trying to help Amiria get into the team and even after that, they kept in good contact throughout the school years. “Oh yeah? I’m not sure I’d like to get smashed in a sophisticated restaurant like the Hopping Pot.” he chuckled. “I’ve heard about the famous drinks though, I had no idea that the mastermind behind it all was you!” he shook the other’s shoulder lightly in return. “How have you been? You still at home with Walden or have you earned enough to move out?” Edgar hated the fact that he had let his friendship with Amiria wane over time but at least he now had the chance to catch up with her. || @hausofmacnair​

The purebloods weren’t that different from the wealthy muggles that she had encountered over the years, but she couldn’t help but think that the purebloods and their way of thinking was possibly more dangerous than their muggle counterpart. They were all so…vocal about the fact that they thought that they were superior to people like her. “True. That seems to be the running theme with a lot of them, isn’t it? They think that they’re better than everyone because their forefathers were willing to do a lot of bad stuff to get ahead and now they get to live in luxury. They’re not so different from muggles,” she said with a shake of her head. His words caught her off guard and she could feel her cheeks turn slightly pink. “Well…thank you. I try, at least,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. 

“Well, I am a writer, structuring things is kind of my thing,” she teased back with a laugh. She realized a moment later that it was nice to talk to someone who came from the world that they were talking about, but had renounced it. It was a reminder that there were plenty of purebloods that were good, decent people amongst all of the ones that weren’t. Emilia had always wanted to believe that there were good people in the world and Edgar was a reminder that there was even good among the purebloods. “I’m sorry that you’ve lost friends ,that must have been really difficult,” Emilia said sympathetically. “It’s absolutely crazy to think that people actually do that in today’s day and age. It sounds like something out of an Jane Austen book.” She offered him a smile. “That’s a good outlook. You’re right, they are stuck in their old ways and I couldn’t imagine what it’s like living like that. Their lives just seem so…sad, obsessing over which dress to wear to what event and worrying about who they’re friends and family associate with.”

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“I guess somethings just transcend the boundaries between the two societies.” he shrugged. “I bet these purist families would cringe if they found out how similar they were to muggles.” he smirked at the mental image of Regulus Black quivering at the thought. Edgar found himself enjoying his time with Emilia more than he had expected. They knew how to engage in a good conversation and Edgar had let down his guard, not evening thinking about the fact that she might paraphrase him in her next article. “I’m not sorry.” he shrugged with a light smile. “It’s not my loss at the end of the day. I wouldn’t want to be friends with someone with ancient world views like that.” He didn’t have any sympathy for people like that, and whilst he may realise that not all purists are as backwards as others may be, he wouldn’t be able to build a true friendship with them. 

“There is definitely more important things to worry about.” he added, “Like the attack on Benjy. Like the rumours of a muggle killing spree. Like my friend Booker passing away. There’s just --” he stopped himself, sighing with a smile of disbelief. “There’s just a lot going on right now and the last thing the wizarding community should be worried about is that Alecto Carrow is wearing last years ball gown. Like who actually gives a dragon shit?” || @emiliaxgrey​

“Ravishing? Please. I’ve never seen anyone wear a crop top quite like you.” Augustus chuckled. His nerves felt rattled, the mention of Booker in his conversation with Rabastan was playing on his head. Augustus Abbott knew that he would prefer Edgar Bones to never speak to him again if it meant he wouldn’t end up like his late friend, Booker Bagnold. Had he put his friends in a dangerous position? Was he to blame if anything happened to them. Stop.  Augustus had to pull himself from these thoughts, Edgar wasn’t annoyed at him or going to get hurt anytime soon. In fact, his roommate was standing in front of him, happy and wanting to spend time with him. “Maybe we aren’t sophisticated enough tonight, Bones. Luckily our apartment is a snob-free zone. ” Augustus glanced around, it was very bright. “What do you mean? Great Aunt Mildred watching you neck on with someone is exactly what gets me hot under the collar.” A warm laugh escaping. His expression wavering slightly at Edgar’s next question. “Somethings were said…but I’ll get over it…” For now, Augustus Abbott was just pleased his best friend was beside him.  @edgar-bones· 

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Edgar gave a modest bow, “Well yes, I agree. Nobody looks quite like me in a crop top.” he laughed. Despite that, he wasn’t too fond of crop tops , they required a lot of maintenance and body hair removal. Besides, everyone felt self-conscious in one, despite how your lower torso looked. “We’re some of the most sophisticated lads here. Cheerio and what not.” he put on his best posh accent but just ended up laughing at himself, unable to keep a straight face. Augustus was right, there was nothing better than a house party. He really enjoyed the one they had had recently; Sersh, Sybil, everyone they loved enjoying good music and flowing drinks. “I’m more concerned why you watching me kiss someone gets you hot under the collar. Is there something you want to admit Gus? ‘Cause I don’t know if sleeping with your roommate is the best idea. Lots of complications if it doesn’t end well.” he chuckled before casually looking over the room they stood in. 

“What was said?” Edgar’s eyebrows knitted in concern, now looking his friend in the eyes. All banter dissipated as a slightly more serious tone blanketed them. “Who said it?” his follow up question was simple but Edgar wanted to know who exactly upset his best mate. || @augustusmabbott​

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“Indeed.” Regulus said with a nod as Bones mentioned it was better the curse breakers than some innocent.  “I assume most of the curses you face are ones to protect the item from thievery rather than malicious intent?” Most of the cursed items he had heard of had generally been associated with heirlooms or tombs but there was always the possibility that someone might curse something innocuous in order to cause chaos.

The question caused Regulus to think and his eyes slipped past Bones as he considered his answer.  “It’s can be a bit of both.” He finally said. “Of course, if you are a judge or at that end of the legal procedure, having no biases, or being able to leave them at the courtroom door is necessary. But when it comes down to lawyers and legal representation, you are by nature not neutral. If you aren’t invested in your client, or worse, if your own opinions lead you to sympathise with the other side, then you aren’t going to get as far.” 

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“This is true. But sometimes items are sold, pawned off to shops like Borgin and Burkes. The curses against thievery no longer apply to the situation.” He shrugged but the thought made him wonder about how many heirlooms that bank had obtained that weren’t rightfully theirs. How many heirlooms the Bank had ripped from the hands of families that could do with the wealth.”

Edgar wasn’t expecting such a thought through answer from Regulus. Something about the younger Black sibling caused Edgar to wonder just what exactly went on in his mind. “I suppose you are right.” he said with a nod of his head. Maybe Edgar had judged him too harshly, but then again, he was Regulus Black and Walburga was his mother. Clearing his throat, he offered another smile. “Well, let me not keep you from the rest of your guests. I hope you have a  good but uneventful night.” || @regulus7​