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Edgar: I don’t have any clothes….

Gwen sucked in a breath, ready to spit out every fighting word known to man, but something brought her up short. She opened and shut her mouth over and over, willing herself to say anything—something witty or even something rude. The atmosphere seemed to be suffocating her as much as his body was. Merlin, had he always been this fit? The way his abs worked over her’s made her breath come in tiny spurts. This was wrong—somewhere in her brain was shouting—they shouldn’t be doing this. Doing what exactly? He fell on top of her, it wasn’t exactly on purpose. 

She was grateful when he got off of her, putting space between them so she could breathe properly again. Gwen gulped down huge mouthfuls, running her hands through her hair to soothe herself. “Well, Captain, who am I to tell you what you can and cannot do, hm? I am naught but a lowly Chaser who knows nothing of the intricacies of the sport. Oh wait—who is being scouted by the Welsh National Team again?” 

Nonetheless, she accepted his hand and got to her feet. “Training to outshine you at every turn, Bones.” She dusted off her rear, eyes narrowing with annoyance. “I know this is news to you, but this is a free country and I can run wherever I like, whenever I like, without you lording over me, Captain.” Willing herself to sound haughty and not bitter, she crossed her arms and faced him boldly. “I know you would love to know my every move, but I don’t have to explain myself to you, Captain. In case you hadn’t noticed, we aren’t on the Pitch.” 

Fuck if the way she called him Captain didn't do something to him. He didn’t know why it stirred him so much, considering that it felt more like an insult the way she said than a compliment. “Jealousy is not a becoming trait Jones.” He said rolling her eyes. She just loved throwing the Welsh team in his face, despite the fact that he was named captain. If Edgar was being honest he would say that, yes, Gwen as technically a better player than him, but he was a leader. Gwen’s edges were just a bit too sharp to inspire their teammates to victory. 

“You should really be more of a team player Jones.” He stated he said, helping her up from the ground and maybe pulling her a little too close to himself in the process. “I never said you couldn’t run wherever you wanted.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes and shaking her head. “Has anyone ever told you that you seriously need to relax Jones?”

He stood up a little straighter, his standing nearly a foot taller than his teammate, looking down at her with a smirk. “Believe it or not, I don’t spend my time worrying about what you’re doing. Or who you’re doing?” He chuckled, his eyes involuntarily racked over her body. “Maybe you should get laid, it might help you relax a bit.”

Mary awoke to the sound of birds chirping and the feeling of leaves tickling her nose. It didn’t take long for her to realize she’d fallen asleep in a literal bush. And apparently, she had absolutely no memory of it, which wasn’t really unusual for her. So, she sat up and after spending a minute or so picking branches and foliage out of her hair, headed towards the common room with the intention of having a shower to wake herself up (and wash the dirt off of her tainted skin)  As she turned the corner, she collided roughly with Edgar and the impact sent her falling to the ground, landing on her butt with a thud. She didn’t bother keep herself upright, opting to just lay on her back and stare at the ceiling while she came back down to earth. “I think I should have stayed in the bush.”

Ed groaned pulling himself to his feet before looking down at Mary. She was in quite a state and Edgar had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the sight of Mary lying there, all muddied up with twigs in her hair. “I didn’t know that the Gryffindor girls had relocated to sleeping in bushes.” He quipped and chuckled at his own joke. 

“Come on Macdonald, lets get you sorted.” He said, crouching down to her level and offering her his hand. “Do you want to explain why it looks like you slept outside? I know the other common rooms aren’t as comfy as Hufflepuff’s but surely they can’t be better than a bush.”

                                              The Bones Family 

Father - Mathew Bones - ethan hawke

Mother - Caroline Bones neé Morgan - reese witherspoon

Only Son, Eldest Child - Edgar Bones - harris dickinson

Gwen was a night owl in the truest sense of the word. It was rare to ever find her up before she absolutely had to be. More often than not, Gwen rolled out of bed just in time to dash to class (skipping breakfast in the process). Today was definitely the exception to the norm. Today, she couldn’t sleep. Since she was a young child she had no problem falling asleep the second her head hit the pillow. At Hogwarts, it always took her a minute to get adjusted. It was so much further north than home, she blamed the climate on her insomnia. 

The best thing to do was go for a run. Quidditch season was starting soon, and she had to be in tip-top shape. Her parents had already been in contact with some of the Welsh National Team scouts. They had agreed to come see her play. The thought of playing professionally is what motivated her—what pushed her—and currently, what made her completely unaware of the mass in front of her until she collided with it. 

“Gah!” She flew backwards, landing hard on her ass. “Bloody hell, Bones! Are you trying to kill me?” Gwen groaned, shifting on the ground. “I came from the other way—” she pointed to the trail she had taken. “Just there. What are you doing out here?” 

"Fucking hell," He cursed as Gwenog brought him down with her, and he practically fell on top of her. “Yes Jones, I am trying to kill you, you deduced my evil plan.” He quipped, looking down at her girl underneath him. Had her eyes always had flecks of gold in them? Had her cheeks always had a rose colored flush to them? “Uh...” He said, losing his train of thought slightly before he realized that he was still on top of her and, oh fuck, her mouth looked good right now. 

“Am I not allowed to run?” He asked, his voice developing a defensive edge to it as he quickly moved off her, trying to leave the strange thoughts about her eyes and lips behind him. He got on his feet and tried to remind himself that this was Gwenog Jones for Merlin’s sake. He wasn’t supposed to have those feelings, or any feeling besides annoyance, towards her. 

“I could be asking you the same thing?” He said, leaning down to offer her a hand up. “Shouldn’t you be off doing...What is it again that you do Jones?” Yes, this was more like it, teasing her was good. He had always had a good natured rivalry with Gwen, ever since they both joined the Quidditch team in their second year, no reason that should change now just because he noticed that her eyes are more than just a simple shade of brown. 

“That’s what other houses’ Seekers are asking themselves when I catch the snitch.” Eloise was very relaxed when with her captain. Relaxed enough to even joke around. It was a rare occurrence for sure but Quidditch was one thing that successfully got her out of her cage. 

Despite her butt hurting with the impact to the floor, she was supporting a cheeky grin as she raised her hand to Edgar for help. “I heard you were doing laps for the last few days, I thought I’d keep you company. No need to send me flying in the air when there’s no snitch to catch, Ed.”

"I'm all for you being stealthy in the air Eloise, but give a guy some warning while you're on the ground” He said with a chuckle, bending down to held his Seeker to her feet. “I would hate for you to sneak up on someone again and do some permanent damage, I can’t have my star player out of commission during my most important year of captain.”

“Gossiping about me again?” He said, his trade mark grin breaking over his face. He liked Eloise, she was great in the air and a good laugh once she came out of her shell a bit, and while he was sure that many of his classmates did gossip about him, Eloise seemed to stay above the fry. “Alright c’mon, can’t have you getting out of shape can we?”

He had started running every morning, before anyone else was awake and he had the school to himself. He ran all around the grounds until his lungs burned and his legs ached. He liked having the school to himself, all the pressures seemed to melt away. 

He didn’t know how long he had been running when he rounded a corner and smacked right into someone, sending them both flying. “Merlin, where did you come from?”

hey, isn’t that EDGAR BONES? HE is a SEVENTH YEAR and a HUFFLEPUFF and I’ve heard that they are CONFIDENT and CHARISMATIC but can also be COMPETITIVE and CONCEITED. there’s also a rumour that they are part of the ORDER and maybe that’s because they are HALFBLOOD? . they also look really similar to HARRIS DICKINSON, but I don’t see it myself.