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- friend request accepted -

Amos Diggory: Thank you for accepting my request!

Salad and coffee in hand, she glances around the room for a free table before she spots a familiar face. She walks over, smiling sweetly as Edgar looks up at her. “Mind if I sit with you? Seems like most other tables are full.” 

Lily likes Edgar. He was the one that encouraged her to go into healing when she reached out about the different programs. She’s worked with him a few times and is considering following his footsteps by going into research even though she does very much enjoy her work in the emergency room.

Fabian headed over to Edgar’s flat after work, almost a second home considering how often he was there. Third home, if you counted his office. Fourth, the Burrow. Alright, fifth, considering he and Gideon lived apart but practically shared an apartment anyway. It was difficult to measure a long-lasting friendship when you had a twin, a best friend since even before birth, but Edgar too, he felt had always been there. The thing was, they were perfectly made to be friends. Their families had always approved and pushed them together, politics aligning exactly (or rather, the lack of politics). But Fabian and Gideon had liked Edgar for more than that and as a trio, they'd made their parents regret putting them together, quite proudly shaking up that quieter existence.  

A Muggle pub would be just the thing, Fabian thought with excitement. He was less experienced in the Muggle world than Edgar was, but he’d come prepared, with his visits to Muggle fairs alongside Arthur and the boys helping him, Fabian was sure. He was comfortable in the clothes he always wore to the fairs, not so different from robes, really, very loose. He always received a compliment on them from the Muggles, who usually had something very similar on themselves. Sometimes, they even asked for one of their bizarre unmoving photos with him. A few had told him he just needed a sword to complete the look; Fabian had smiled, politely puzzled. “Mate! I hope you know your way around Muggle London. I mean to do this the proper way. No Apparating if we get lost.”

The last time they’d seen each other, Fabian had hinted at his most recent encounter with Bellatrix - he was fairly certain that was why Edgar had invited him out now. Edgar had always been there for Fabian the first time that had gone down in flames, so much so that Fabian had rather wondered if he’d been mistaken in more than just choosing Bellatrix, maybe he’d missed that someone better for him had always been there. But that didn’t matter, and he shook the thought away as he kept knocking, just as he had back then. Their friendship was unchanged by any of it, a true constant even as the rest of their lives became chaotic.

She needed to ask him about curse breaking. She wanted to be the best and being the best meant that she wouldn’t be able to go home after her long day and she knew that no matter what she did, she was in for a long time of putting being auror in front of everything else. 

Grinning as she walked up to Edgar Bone’s office, she knocked on the open door before taking a small step inside. “Mr. Bones, could I ask you a few questions?” Dorcas said as she smiled at the man. 

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Relief wasn’t a good enough word to describe what Edward had felt when he found his children unharmed this morning. It had taken everything in him not to search for them last night, he had a job to do. Thankfully the faculty at Hogwarts had sent word that his children were alright. Intoxicated, but alright. He can’t say he was proud of the drinking part, but the fact that they were alive far outweighed their less-than-perfect behavior. Still, he’d have to have a talk with them about that lest Mrs. Bones find out he let them off too easy. They both expected better from their children. 

For now, though, sitting at breakfast with his two children who were alive and relatively well meant more to him than words could describe. They had experienced quite a traumatic event, the worst of which was behind them now. He could only be thankful he could be here to pick up the pieces. 

For hours, since opening hours, Adeline has spent her Sunday in the corner of the cafe. This is not her usual setting, not one to seek out being around civilization in order to be productive. The smell of the coffee beans, however, does assist in some way. In need of a mild break, her gaze drifts from her documents to the man whose just placed an order at the counter. "Professor Wayne!" She raises one hand in a polite wave, a slight smile on her lips. "You're welcome to join me while you wait, if you wish." It is rather crowded, but she supposes the weekend might be the reasoning.

In hindsight, Amos didn't know why he expected to be beside Charity during the entire length of the ball. They would all be seeing their friends at the event and it just can't be helped if they get swept away by each of their respective friends. Even if they did come as dates. Amos supposed his conjecture was just brought up by his own fear of being alone that night. Just because being alone made Amos uncomfortable with what he was wearing. Amos alone mostly wore dungarees (with or without a shirt) and boots. Not a monkey suit and leather shoes.

Luckily he found a familiar face wandering about. “Bones,” Amos nodded in greeting. “Were you ditched or did you go stag?”