𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔.

edgar antonio bones

( cis man | he/him | tyler posey ) —— isn’t that edgar bones? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in hufflepuff but apparently they now work as an auror in the dmle. sybill once said that they reminded her of seeking out danger for the adrenaline rush, the stain of black spray paint on your fingertips, the feeling of proving everyone wrong in the end, a fearless mentality that often bothers others, the pressure of a name you have to live up to, and a rose wilting but not before its petals are plucked which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit sheeky, daredevilish and foolhardy, they’re twenty-seven now but some things never change! i wonder how being a pureblood is affecting them after hogwarts, especially now they’re an agent with the order of the phoenix? i guess only time will tell… 

along the likes of: chandler bing (friends), dash (the incredibles), jim hopper (stranger things), jackson marchetti (sex education), steve rodgers (marvel universe), derek hale (teen wolf), jj maybank (outer banks).

           ❝      i   can   make   the   introductions   if   you   like   ?      i   worry   either   of   them   might   take   the   wrong   idea   from   it   if   you   do      ❞

        ❝      I   could   tell   you   that   but   if   i’m   honest   ?      i’d   say   she   took   it   as   a   bit   of   a   challenge   ❞

this was exactly why he had wanted to meet edgar – the list of what was important tended to differ depending on who he spoke too, his father had always insisted it was a sharp mind, but with edgar it was having guts – his own mind wondered if it was instinct that would get him through this job with his life and sanity intact. “did you think you had it when you started?” frank was no coward, but it was hard to judge one’s self. “or you’ll be a walking target” he muttered in agreement – keeping people at a distance wasn’t something that was difficult for him, but holding his composure to the same degree was no easy feet. “how were you brave enough to start a family?” words slipping from his lips before he could change his mind. he knew edgar was a family man – he had done his research, but choosing this life – choosing alice was a risk enough, he couldn’t imagine a child – a family in the mix of it all. 

“i can’t say that i’m surprised –” his own lips tugging in to a smile, moody’s reputation preceded him, “you’re mentoring al?” his brows raised, just taking note of his own slip of tongue, “she’s my girlfriend” he admitted. “i’m glad she has you in her corner” nodding carefully, “that makes sense – i think my father will be taking me under his wing” harold had been far too excited and frank hadn’t had it in him to crush that just yet. 

            he  knew  there  were  going  to  be  questions,  and  he  knew  he  needed  to  come  prepared  with  the  best  answers  he  could  possibly  give  to  frank.  he  was  impressionable,  a  good  kid,  and  seemed  to  grow  up  into  the  same  small  student  he  remembered  on  the  staircases.  ❛  not  at  all,  ❜  he  chuckled  loudly.  he  wasn’t  going  to  lie  when  he  was  entirely  scared  shitless.  if  he  was  the  bravest  of  them  all,  then  maybe  he  would’ve  been  sorted  into  gryffindor  in  school,  like  amelia  was.  ❛  i  had  no  guts,  but  i  learned  to  get  them  over  time.  it’s  hard  to  be  brave,  but  it  gets  easier  once  you  allow  yourself  to  shed  the  insecurities.  ❜  edgar  pursed  his  lips  and  bit  the  inside  of  his  cheek  when  thinking  of  how  to  answer  his  next  question.  ❛  i  think  it  was  because  i  wanted  it  more  than  anything,  ❜  he  admitted,  nodding  his  head.  ❛  i  take  the  measures  i  know  i  have  to  with  a  job  like  this  and  with  a  family  at  home  because,  to  me,  it’s  worth  it.  if  you  want  to  be  an  auror  and  have  kids  in  the  future,  don’t  force  yourself  to  have  to  choose.  ❜  

@edgvrs​

his ears were ringing, that’s all he can think about now as he laid on the ground, the loose gravel the only thing that he can touch with his fingers and his wand. when he looks up the sky is dark, its in the middle of the night, he doesn’t know the time and everything hurts. he looks over at edgar who is in much worse shape that he’s in and feels the guilt settle in his bones. he tries to sit up but it feels impossible, the weight of the attack is too much, he’s disoriented as he crawls his way towards edgar. “we gotta get up,” he says, but his words feel like they’re echoing, he grabs him and pulls him close to examine him but the ringing doesn’t stop, it’s not wise to apparate but he doesn’t know what else to do, they’re out in public and it’s dark and late enough where muggles wouldn’t see but it’s too much risk. “just hold on,” he says, and by the time they make it to saint mungo’s they’re both dragging, benjy holding on to him demanding he gets help first because, “he has children,” he doesn’t know if he’s yelling it, it was just a bad call, a bad deal, a bad night. 

“just wanted to hear you say it” grinning fully, “he’s a mini-you, eddie – i wouldn’t expect anything less” cheeky smile at his lips, “i’ll take dragons over moody any day –there’s a beauty in wrinkles mate, staying the same – being frozen in time. doesn’t sound too appealing, especially in the state of the wizarding world right now”

sympathetic smile etched at his lips - “so, you’re bored then?” he teased, “it’s only a matter of time - you’re going to have your hands full”. rolling his eyes playfully, “i wouldn’t have offered if i wasn’t – they can have some quality uncle sturgis time. i still haven’t figured it out just yet - there’s still a bit more i’d like to do , the reform is not where i need it to be and if i leave, we both know i’ll be gone for months –”

          ❛  neither  does  aging  prematurely,  ❜  he  chuckles,  shaking  his  head  from  that  mentality.  ❛  —  but,  no,  i  agree.  i  think  that’s  the  beauty  of  it  all.  wrinkles  and  scars  tell  all  the  stories  of  our  lifetime.  as  long  as  you  have  some  good  ones  mixed  in  the  bunch  then  you’re  alright.  ❜  and  he  was  sure  between  the  two  of  them  that  they’d  have  plenty  to  last  even  more  lifetimes.  sturgis  more  than  edgar,  most  likely.  

she had sworn that she wouldn’t be a good mother. she was terrified of the idea of it, having practically raising her siblings, but that was mostly undoing whatever their parents had broke. having kids was like starting over with something that you had no guide to help you get through it. she had been naturally warm to her siblings, but when it came to other people she didn’t really know where to start, it had taken her a very long time to truly trust edgar and his good intentions, it was a warmth and kindness that she didn’t know what to do with and for a very long time felt like she didn’t deserve. when she had started to open up after their marriage it had gotten easier to put down those walls that she had put up, she was still someone that could hurt someone else if she had felt threatened, but now she extended that to her family had they needed someone to stick up and defend them. “hose them off?” she snorts, shoving his shoulder before smoothing out his shirt underneath her fingers. “i’m sure they would actually enjoy that more than a bath.” she concedes, taking a small breath at the dilemma with her siblings, she was the peacekeeper, often forgetting that their dislike towards one another wasn’t because there wasn’t love but because of trauma and lack of healthy ways to cope with it. she had to give them the benefit of the doubt. “kindness isn’t exactly in our vocabulary, but i will warn them to be on their very best for amelia.” when the twins came running tugging on their father to hurry up she rolled her eyes playfully, hands on top of their head to lead them out. “of course, i wouldn’t miss it. i fear that there may be a couple of tantrums in the near future and two is better than one.” she says, wrapping an arm around edgar with her free hand, the baby still nestled in her side. 

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁.

@edgvrs​

        ❝      she   was   saying   you   were   really   fit   earlier   on   in   the   week      ❞  

laughter spilled through – “dad’s genes finally kicked in” he chuckled, he was a wee thing the first few years, wondering where did things go wrong, all it took was the summer before third and growth spurt had truly kicked in. “there’s a lot on my mind –” he admitted, sitting himself down, “training will start soon and i’m ecstatic, but i wanted to know a bit more about the department – how things have been for you so far and how you survived your first year –” his lips were more fast, trying its best to keep up with his mind. 

“– what’s moody like?” he half - blurted, by the end of his spiel, frank was many things – usually composed was one of them, but there was something about working under the legendary auror who happened to be his girlfriends godfather that had him a tad queasy.

           edgar  just  shook  his  head  slowly  as  he  chuckled.  he  could  tell  frank  was  a  bit  nervous,  he  had  been  so  his  first  few  months  post  hogwarts,  too.  it  was  the  mix  of  adrenaline  and  just  wanting  to  please  everyone  you  met  —  that’s  what  edgar  would  blame  it  all  on.  ❛  it’s  great,  but  i  won’t  lie  to  you.  it’s  definitely  a  tough  job  both  physically  and  mentally,  but  i  believe  you  have  the  guts  a  proper  auror  needs.  you  can  be  as  strong  or  as  intelligent  as  you  want,  but  if  you  don’t  have  the  guts  ?  that’s  number  one.  ❜  he  nodded  as  he  pressed  his  lips  together  to  gauge  frank’s  reactions.  ❛  you’ll  survive  by  not  letting  anyone  see  you  falter,  even  if  you  do.  don’t  let  them  see  you  hurt  or  give  anyone  a  reason  to  find  a  weakness.  it’s  easier  than  it  sounds,  trust  me.  ❜

it was hard to imagine what life could’ve been like for them. it seemed that they both wanted something that the other had but was too shy or scared to say it. benjy had once upon a time wanted a calm life, a place to officially call home, someone to come home to, and children. he almost had it once, but then it was taken away from him and he knew that he had to get used to it. death was a part of life and the adventure of the job was really all he had now, enviously looking at friends and what they had and wanting it but not wanting all the attachments if something were to happen now fully knowing how it felt. “they’re growing up so fast i’m sure they’ll be on their way to hogwarts before you know it.” he says, “at least you have some time with the little one.” they were still so small and had so much life ahead of them. “if you ever need a break from the rugrats let me know, i’d happily bring you along even if to something local.”

         while  peace  had  been  her  goal  ,  edgar’s  presence  wasn’t  a  disturbance  —  and  thank  merlin  for  that  ,  if  she’d  been  followed  by  another  chatty  woman  she  might’ve  lost  her  cool  ,  too  tired  of  mindless  chatter  and  political  intrigue  for  the  moment  .  when  bellatrix  smiled  it  was  genuine  ,  reaching  forward  to  take  a  cigarette  and  squeeze  his  hand  in  both  a  hello  and  a  thank  you  ,  her  wand  brought  from  within  her  robes  to  light  it  —  offering  to  do  the  same  for  him  .  "  one  can  hope  ,  but  i’m  not  sure  there’s  any  of  that  in  store  for  anyone  today  .  it’ll  be  over  soon  enough  ,  at  least  .  "  the  unspeakable’s  shoulders  rolled  ,  hair  swishing  as  she  did  so  and  smoke  dancing  from  her  lips  as  she  eyed  the  other  wix  .  she  knew  enough  to  know  that  today  couldn’t  be  an  easy  day  for  him  ,  and  so  she  didn’t  ask  him  how  he  was  ,  instead  settling  for  shooting  him  a  tired  grin  .  "  maybe  after  this  we  can  finally  have  that  dinner  rodolphus  and  i  have  been  postponing  for  .  .  .  oh  ,  the  last  six  months  .  "

“edgar bones?” a wide smile at his lips as he set his sights on the auror, “long time no see” the last he remembered the man, frank was a wee first year that was dangling off the stair case, having tripped over his own laces, edgar had saved him from a rather embarrassing death. “my laces are tied this time –” he chuckled, wondering if he even remembered saving his life. “thanks for agreeing to meet me, mate –” 

@edgvrs​

“with his spirit – he might as well have been” he chuckled, the little one was as fierce as he was biting, “does he get that from you or the wife?” grinning, he already had a feeling which one it was, but it didn’t hurt to test his theory.  “if it’s not the children or myself, the honour will fall on the job, eddie – you work with alastor moody, that’s enough to cause the crinkles and the wrinkles”. 

“he’s actually trying to get you to take a year off?” he couldn’t hide his surprise, “what’s got him asking that?” concern sinking in – the bones have faced enough heartache, “is everything okay? if it’s truly the kids – you know, i’m happy to babysit”

          ❛  i  think  you  already  know  the  answer  to  that  question,  though  i  wouldn’t  be  surprised  with  milène’s  allaire  genes,  ❜  he  chuckled,  not  wanting  to  get  too  into  that  conversation.  edgar  was  honestly  surprised  the  kids  haven’t  completely  taken  over  the  house  yet  with  the  gene  pool  they  received  from  the  two  of  them.  ❛  if  it’s  moody  for  me,  then  it’s  definitely  the  dragons  for  you.  haven’t  they  come  up  with  some  anti-aging  type  of  charm  yet  ?  ❜  he  teased.

           ❝      i   honestly   might   have   to   take   you   up   on   that   one   day   ,      even   if   just   to   escape   from   the   chaos      ❞     alice   laughed   ,      looking   up   from   the   paper   scraps   to   offer   a   hand   to   edgar   across   the   table   .     she   was   still   to   get   her   official   confirmation   that   she’d   be   starting   auror   training   come   september   ,     but   she   knew   that   when   she   did   ,      edgar   was   to   be   her   mentor   .      her   uncle   had   told   her   as   much   .      ❝      i’m   not   even   sure   i’ll   move   out   just   yet   ,      it’d   probably   be   a   bit   lonely   but   :     barty’s   got   a   place   of   his   own   sorted   and   hilde   still   has   school      ❞

—      𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛  𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟       /      @beforedawnstarters        ・

      the  wix  had  never  been  fond  of  memorials  .  death  was  a  part  of  life  —  she  had  no  issues  with  death  ,  but  grief  and  sadness  tended  to  unsettle  her  ,  get  under  her  skin  and  make  it  tingle  .  usually  ,  bellatrix  would’ve  made  a  quick  appearance  to  save  face  and  left  at  the  first  opportunity  ,  but  this  particular  service  had  more  to  it  than  most  —  she  was  trapped  here  until  it  finished  .  small  talk  had  left  her  with  a  throbbing  headache  ,  the  glass  of  wine  she’d  found  for  herself  helping  her  morale  more  than  anything  else  as  she  finally  managed  to  escape  the  crowd  for  a  moment  ,  hands  searching  her  dress  robes  for  her  cigarette  holder  .  peace  at  last  .

milene loved being a mom. when she had found out that she was pregnant with the twins it had scared her at first, she knew that at some point she would have children, but the fear of inhering all of the cruel things her parents had done to her had been there from the beginning of her pregnancy. she used to stare up at the ceiling and think of the ways that she needed to be better than what she was given. she grew up in an unloved household and it scared her, but time and time again eddie had given her the love that she had lacked, and hoped that maybe, their kids would take all of his kindness and gentleness. milene wasn’t a generally warm person, she had a lot of love and care but the place where warmth should have been wasn’t always easy to find but after holding her babies in her arms it was like something ignited, and now she couldn’t imagine not being a mother. carolina had rested her head against her, and she felt her yawn and smiled, feeling that warmth all over again with eddie’s kiss to the cheek. “you’re giving them a bath then.” she says about the barefoot flying. when he brings up a dinner she thinks about it for a moment. “it’ll be very hard trying to get ellie and aveline in the same room without a bit of tension but i have faith that they can pull it off.” knowing that at the very least she would be there as the mediator if anything were to go wrong. plus, it had been a while since milene had seen amelia and trying to connect the vastly different families was hard but it was important to both of them. “i think we can manage that.”

seeing edgar sometimes hurt, not because of edgar himself, but the life he lived and how  much he had wanted it, how close he was to having it all. he still thinks back to the time where he was close to quitting his job and starting over with a new one, something less dangerous because him and theo had been close to getting married and starting their own family. he had always loved kids, always saw himself to be a father but time had other plans for the both of them, and they dived back into work like they always did, and it didn’t make them smart—it made them reckless. unintentionally, of course, but being here reminded them of that life he could’ve had. he shakes his head and smiles, “it’s my favourite part of any trip mate. i love bringing gifts and being able to see the kids.” they smile, looking down at the box of stuff for other people. “oh, well i did have a row with a dragon. it was guarding in a cave, those romanian dragons….” he shakes his head, “i’d say next time you should come with me but you got a full plate it looks like.” thinking of his one and a half year old, but sensing that maybe edgar missed a more adventurous life.