#c:sofie yang

Though Edgar had lived in Hopewell for nearly four years already, he’d never taken the time to decorate. Homely just wasn’t an aesthetic that he strove for. His home was serviceable. It had a space for him to meditate, somewhere for him to work out when he didn’t feel like going to the gym, somewhere for him to sleep, and a space for Nagini. What more could he possibly need? 

Everything, according to his sister. “Fine,” Edgar huffed, a slightly exasperated edge to his voice. “You win.” They’d talked about this before but he’d always insisted that he was fine with how things were. “I’ll redecorate, but you’re making a list of all the things I need.”