#edgarbones

Alice was becoming more and more frustrated as the days went on. She felt useless. She was supposed to be a respected Auror but everywhere she turned she ran in to a brick wall. She was sure Bellatrix was behind the incident with Harrison, but how did she prove it. Yet again Bellatrix was several steps ahead of her. She hadn't yet found out anything useful on her for Dumbledore and she hadn't found anything to link her to Harrison. Why was it the Bagnold's specifically that were being targeted? Was it a message to the Ministry? Was it just a coincidence? Why couldn't she find an answer to a single one of these questions. Alice took her frustration out on the papers laid out on the desk, giving them a hard shove across the room. It wasn't until she looked up she'd realised someone had seen her tantrum. "Sorry" Alice apologised immediately "bad day- is there something you needed?" She ran a hand nervously through her hair. She didn't like being caught off guard like this, especially in front of someone like Edgar, who by all rights she should've been a role model to.

Alex had officially been part of the Order for less than a week, but he’d lost no time familiarizing himself with what members he could. When he realized the scope of the loss among the ranks, the grief and destruction wrought, he’d gone into a three-day spiral of stress-baking. He couldn’t raise the dead, and he couldn’t go out and find the people who committed the horrible acts, but he could certainly fulfill a social role. 

For example: bring food and an attentive ear to the Order members who were most emotionally vulnerable at the moment. Goodness knew that his husband didn’t have the time or emotional bandwidth to put even more responsibility on his shoulders. 

He hefted the basket of food higher in his hands, and knocked on Edgar Bones’ door.

who: @edgar-bones​

tw: amelia bones death

The Ball had been tough on everyone, but none more than one of her best friends Edgar. It wasn’t until days after that Sersh heard what had happened to Amelia having been struck down and unconscious recovering in Mungos. When she did, it took Marianne holding her down for her to stay and not go and comfort her friend. It was times like this that Sersh wished they were all back at Hogwarts. When things were simpler and all six of them could be together, carefree like they had been once upon a dream. But that was only a fragment in her memory now and the pages of journals she’d scribbled in. Still, she was a stubborn witch at the best of times, and right now her mind was on Edgar. Wanting to offer comfort and if anything a little distraction from the heart ache she was sure must be consuming him right now. 

Having nabbed Gus’ keys off him, the witch had let herself into the boy’s apartment to give it a little decorating and to set up for a muggle movie night that she hoped to give him some kind of solace in admist his sorrows. “Aye- ye feckin’ bastard-” The witch cursed as she scrunched her nose tightly, dropping the paper decorations she’d been trying to hang as her hand went to clutch her side in discomfort. Stop trying to do it the ‘normal muggle way Sersh’ she could hear her sister scorning in her head just like she always did; as Saoirse begrundling moved to grasp her wand instead. Carefully using a whispered spell to elevate the hanging stars as she finished decorating the living room as a ‘cave’ or more like an elaborate blanket fort for the evening. That was when she heard the front door open and she jumped, slipping off the chair she was standing on with a thud. “Feckin’ hell- warn a lass-”

Where: Summer Solstice Ball, East India House Gardens

Booker Bagnold, Benjy Fenwick, Laurel Linwood. Everything seemed like it was falling apart at the seams. Only an hour ago she’d been sipping cocktails gladly with Laurel, only to then watch her apparate to Mungos due to ‘sun stroke’. Marlene had seen fainting enough in her career as a quidditch trainer, whatever was wrong with Laurel in her eyes was more complex than that. Frustration coursing through her veins with a sense of helplessness, the witch tightened her hand around her wand as she paced back and forth holding shaking breaths. Marlene wanted to believe it was just chance, bad luck even. But with so many strange things happening lately, she couldn’t help let her mind wander to what could realistically be happening. 

“Bombarda-” The witch uttered throwing the spell at a status making it explode and scatter around her in small pieces. Needed to unleash the storm that was forming in her chest. A shaken breath fell from her lips, her shoulders sunk as she looked upon the scene of destruction with sunken features. That was until her mind was pulled from a voice behind her. “Edgar- Not come to scorn me have you?” The witch tried to tease though it fell a little flat.