#bonafideedgar

Most people would probably be surprised, but Dirk had played Quodcup and, in fact, was rather good at it. “It’s pure physics!” he practically yelled to Edgar, sinking a cup on the other side of the table, already several drinks in and counting. What probably wasn’t a surprise was the fact that those several drinks had gone straight to Dirk’s head, low intolerance and all.

He raced around the other side of the table - to grab the cup rather sloppily (okay, so maybe he wasn’t great at all parts of the game, but he could get the ball in fairly well) and tried to chug it quickly but the ball exploded in his face, causing the wizard’s brew to spew out in all directions.

The chaos of Edgar, Xeno, and Lily returning from London was only the start, Emme knew. Things would only get worse. She could hope that Lily’s injuries would be the worst of it, but things had gone so terribly wrong that she couldn’t believe that this would be the worst of it. It surprised Emme how much it hurt to see Lily like that. She knew that James was going to lose it when he heard, and she half thought that she should be the person to tell him, but she knew that someone else would have to. She was going to be far too busy making sure that they all made it through this. But she was already hurting for James, even though she didn’t quite understand his relationship with Lily, she knew that he cared still. And she didn’t want him to have to go through the pain. But there was nothing she could do to stop that.

When they finally got Lily into an okay spot that Evan told her to go and check on Edgar, she walked over to him. “Hey,” she greeted him. “Come over here with me, let me check you out.” Emme lead him over to one of the cots, and gestured for him to sit down. “What happened?” Emme knew that there had been an explosion, but there was a lot that could have happened. Cuts, concussions, burns, plus a million other things that could have happened. “What hurts the most?” Emme was mentally preparing herself for whatever it was that could have happened. Emme could see the blood on his shirt, but she couldn’t be sure that it was from any of his injuries or just from the nature of the explosion and being with Lily. 

Wila had been waiting for this moment since joining the Order and it had finally happened. Of course it took Frank Longbottom taking a tumble for them to finally recognize her brilliance, but after tomorrow nobody would doubt it again. She had sent owls to Lily, Edgar, and Nicky and told them to be at the estate promptly at eight, but she had arrived early to wrap her head around it all and to get herself situated. She had spread out the maps of London across the table, and she had marked off where Wilma Pierce and her family lived. Getting thrown in at the last moment after a few days of upheaval with their team, she knew that she had her work cut out. Their location was going to be the most challenging in terms of making sure none of the Muggles saw anything that they shouldn’t, but all of the people would make it easier for them to hide out of sight. 

​This was a bad idea. A mistake. It was all that Dirk could think of when he walked through the door of the Flaming Dragon and looked around. Were all those eyes on him? They were, weren’t they? Everyone was looking up from their own pints - big, gruff, pureblooded types - and wondering why this idiot little Muggleborn was in a place such as this. They were, right?

His breath quickened at the threshold and, before he could even lock eyes with either Caradoc or Sirius at the bar - whoever was working that night - Dirk realized just how stupid this was to try and step out of his comfort zone and immediately turned back around to leave the way he came.