#c:dad

I wrote a thing about MCs family in the spirit of good mothers so without further adieu~

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Edgar was finding himself growing more and more bored as the night went on. It had been nice spending time with Gabrielle, but once she’d left, he’d found himself staring rather anxiously at the wall, unable to stop himself from wondering where all of his friends were. Was Ted alright? What about Frank? His mother’s arrival had put a half to these thoughts, and for a little, he had only been focused on her. But when mum left, and he was there by himself again, the thoughts returned. So, at this point, Edgar was really looking for something -- anything -- to distract him.

Eventually, the door opened, and Edgar hurriedly looked in that direction. He had expected to be another injured student perhaps, or a professor, or an auror, or some ministry official. He supposed he was sort of right when he realized it was his father coming in, looking like he’d been through hell of a fight himself. His mother had already explained what had happened, so he’d known his father was safe, but seeing him made Edgar’s heart jump into his throat, similar to the way it had when his father had been attacked by the Acromantula. 

Against common sense, and the direction of his healers, Edgar hurriedly pushed himself up from his hospital bed. Fire burned through his leg, so hot he thought had almost been hit by some sort of burning potion. He cursed his wounded leg, but persevered anyways. By this point, his father had made his way over to a bed of his own, across the room. Edgar limped along steadily, clenching his jaw to ignore the pain in his thigh. He’d be damned if he wasn’t going to go and talk to his dad after such a traumatic ordeal. He was only a few steps away when his dad lifted his head. The two Bones men made eye contact, and Edgar wiped all traces of pain from his face, moving to stand by his father.

“Dad!” He exclaimed, glancing to the bandage around his leg. “Are you alright? Have you seen Amelia? Is she okay?”

Without a doubt, this had been the strangest year at Hogwarts, to date. There was the added addition of political warfare taking place all around school. His love life had never seen so much turmoil. His grades were terrible, and he was no longer a member of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team. But, also without a doubt, the most strange part about this year had been the ever-constant presence of his father. Edgar loved his dad fiercely, but he had always been used to the independence he experienced during his time at Hogwarts. This forced close proximity had led to a lot of strife in their relationship. Thankfully, tonight would be his father’s last night at Hogwarts. Edgar would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy to see his father go. In all honesty, it was probably a good thing for dad too. He’d been gone from mum for so long, and he could do with a rest, especially after the Acromantula and the attack on Hogsmeade. 

This would be good for their relationship, as well. Edgar would leave school, and hopefully his father would come to understand the path that he wished to take. And if he didn’t, Edgar would have all of the time in the world to get him to come around. Smiling at his reflection, Edgar adjusted his tie in the mirror, making sure that he was all ready for his last dinner with his dad until after the end of the school year. When he was sufficiently satisfied, Edgar made his way down to the Great Hall, where Amelia was already sitting. He dropped down in the seat across from her. “Hey.” He greeted simply, reaching for the pitcher of water to pour himself a glass. “Have you seen Dad yet?”

Things had been... tense, to say the least, between Edgar and his father. About a month ago, when Amelia had brandished the letter she’d found on Mum’s desk, Edgar had found himself in the middle of a debate with his father where he had foolishly told the truth. Whoever had come up with the saying ‘the truth hurts’ was correct. The truth did hurt. The truth was, Edgar didn’t want to be an Auror. In fact, he disagreed with the group as a whole considering that they were an extension of the Ministry. And if that weren’t enough, he’d told his father that he was apart of the Order. That had been the absolute wrong thing to do, but it had been done, and he couldn’t take it back. 

Edgar had missed being close with his father. This was the first time in his life that they had ever acted so angrily at one another. They were both being stubborn about it, and things hadn’t returned to normal ever since the debacle. However, something had happened in Edgar’s life, something big, and he had always told his dad about these things. So, that was how Edgar found himself stepping into his dad’s office, almost awkwardly, with his hands clasped in front of him.

“Er, dad, do you have a moment?” He said, smiling slightly, “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Dad... I need ot talk to you... Please don’t hate me..” 

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

Dad, me and you need to talk..... I’m kind of scared to tell you this....

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

txt: I did unthinkable things with Darius Nott after the Valentine’s Auction party and you may or may not have been in the room when it happened and I still don’t know if you heard us or not but I’m really hoping that you weren’t there or temporarily became deaf.

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

txt: Get your arse out of bed.txt: I can’t sleep and that means you can’t sleep.txt: It’s time for an adventure. Be sure to wear your lucky pants. 

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

txt: do you think my parents would be proud of me?

Send “&” for a LOVING text.