Edgar Bones

“Yes, that’s how I’ll find out what it is.” he said before he down the drink and made a face. “Tequila.” he decided before turning back to his sister. “I am surprised to see you here.” he said suspiciously. “Please don’t tell me you have come by to shut down the party. Even the head students aren’t being buzzkills today – and one of them is even Slytherin.” 

“That is a terrible way to find out,” she told him, making a face when he decided to down the drink, but it soon turned into a small laugh when she saw his reaction. “I’m not,” she answered him, knowing it was surprisng for her to make an appearance. “I promised a friend,” she looked around in the crowd to see if she could spot Alex, but didn’t see her, “or maybe you’re rubbing off on me.” She didn’t mention that if the party got too rowdy she probably would intervene, but she figured Edgar knew that.

“Are you insinuating that I am not a good partier?” he feigned shock. “I have to prove you wrong, Travers, I’ll dance right now, you be my partner and try to keep up.” 

“I’m insinuating that you haven’t proven me wrong yet.” Kat challenged him, putting the bottle back. “Oh, you think I can’t keep up? Watch me.” She grinned, starting to move to the rhythm of the music almost immediately.

“Feels better than Christmas.” he grinned as he swiped the bottle back and took another sip himself. “You know what we should do? Change the music to something louder and faster and dance till we literally drop.” 

“Drunk you has great ideas.” She chuckled at him. “Let’s do that, this slow music is literally putting me to sleep and I don’t exactly feel like calling it early tonight.”

The team had been practing so hard and finally it had paid off, they had won two matches this year. He was pleased with all of his team, but most especially Thea. “The only colours we care about today is blue and bronze.” he grinned at her before clinking his glass against hers. “To the best seeker in all of Hogwarts.” 

He tried to stop laughing so he could say something coherent but every time he looked at the bowtruckle in his head, he began to laugh all over again. “What a cute thing though.” he scoffed. “Why don’t you keep him as a pet and let him live in the wilderness that is your hair?”

Elias crossed his arms and sat down on one of the tables in the classroom, scowling at his brother. “Because he keeps stabbing my scalp. And because he has a family. Are you going to help me or should I go talk to Professor Kettleburn like I thought?” 

“Better than your house?” he asked her with a grin on his lips. “Can’t promise you will wake up without the biggest headache you’ve ever had but we have to have our fun, right?” he laughed refilling her drink.

“Mhm, perhaps not,” She joked with a laugh. “Oh, if I don’t wake up with the biggest life regrets it’s not a party.” 

“She’s a sore loser, we are lucky if she doesn’t try to do some shit like asking for a rematch.” he scoffed. “Moping, probably.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Their loss, I suppose,” she said with a laugh, touching the lip of her glass to his in a mock toast. “Congrats on your victory, Bones.”

Edgar was clearly elated. His team had performed brilliantly, and all that practice had finally paid off. They had won both matches so far, and were on the lead for the quidditch cup. “More booze?” he grinned widely as he spoke to the person next to him. “Not sure what this is I am drinking but it is gooood.”

Thea was finally starting to understand all the extra practices Edgar had planned. “More booze.” She confirmed with a laugh, holding out her cup to the team captain. “Oh, wait,” before he poured whatever it was into the cup, she downed whatever was left, before holding the now-empty cup out again. “It’s a weird colour.”

He smiled widely at the other. “Come on then.” he said, walking out the castle with the intention of taking her to Hogsmeade. “You know you can talk to me if there’s anything right? If you want to.” he said turning to her with a small smile on his lips. As much as he wished to distract her, if what she needed was to talk, he wanted her to know that he was always there.

“Yeah, I know I can. It’s just…” Dorcas started before drifting off. It was not the easiest subject to talk about, and it felt he shouldn’t be the first one she told, even if she wanted to. “I just have to figure something out, and talk to someone else first. But I promise, I’m fine.” She assured him with a smile. “For now, I just want to spend time with you and maybe talk about something else.”

Edgar was clearly elated. His team had performed brilliantly, and all that practice had finally paid off. They had won both matches so far, and were on the lead for the quidditch cup. “More booze?” he grinned widely as he spoke to the person next to him. “Not sure what this is I am drinking but it is gooood.”

Usually, Theo wasn’t the type to be a cheerful individual, but following a victory, and with everything he’d drank so far? He was in an elevated mood, and it showed. So when Edgar asked if he wanted more, he couldn’t refrain a grin from spreading. “Whatever that is, I’ll take more, cap’ain.”

He got slightly worried for a second when his brother dragged him into the nearest classroom, but he began to laugh when he finally admitted what was up. “You have got to be kidding me.” he said between violent peals of laughter. “Oh, Eli, you’re hilarious.”

Elias groaned again when his brother started laughing, and he leaned against the wall, leaning his head back against it. “You have to help me! I swear this isn’t my fault. He climbed up and got all tangled– hey! Don’t poke me, you did this to yourself.” He complained, talking directly to the bowtruckle.

“Will you look at that. Ravenclaw wins the match AND Lily Evans has decided to be nice to me.” Edgar said with a scoff as he took the nearest bottle of firewhiskey and handed it to her. “It’s a very special day indeed.” 

“Don’t push it.” She warns, giggling a little as she takes the bottle from him, swiftly opening it and taking a long sip. “Feels like Christmas, doesn’t it?”

“Thanks.” Ed grinned at the other. “Well deserved win, don’t you think?” he continued to brag on. “We have officially cut Slytherin out of the running for the Quidditch Cup.” He laughed merrily as he got hold of another bottle and took a sip from it. “Pro tip. Avoid Bulstrode at all costs for the next.. three months.” he said before laughing again. 

Alice grinned and shook her head. “Think Bulstrode’ll be that upset about it?” She asked. Someone walking by handed her a cup of punch and she took it and took a sip. “What do you think the Slytherins are even doing right now? The whole rest of the school is here.”