#thread: edgar

Dominic barely slept. The night before, Dominic had finally found Edgar, but seeing the state his brother was in, he’d wished he hadn’t. Edgar, slumped against the wall of a jail cell in the dead of night, wasn’t something Dominic wanted to see again. He didn’t want to smell the stench of brandy and poor judgement, but that was Edgar’s signature scent lately. Dominic left the jailer with fifty pounds and an empty cell, all to save the reputation his brothers wanted to destroy. During the rest of the night, Dominic couldn’t sleep. His patience was starting to wane with both brothers and their actions lately. Frederic was practically love-lorn, and Edgar was a mess. It wasn’t the legacy Lady Daniella wanted, something she’d blamed Dominic for. Dawn had only just broken, and Dominic knew this matter needed fixing. He stood at the threshold of Edgar’s room, watching his brother sleep off the night before. Edgar’s room was a perfect embodiment of him. Edgar’s boots were thrown across the room, which stunk of stale drink. Dominic didn’t hesitate. He stormed across the room and tore open the curtains. Merciless and decisive. “Get up,” Dominic demanded, as the sun hit his brother. “I won’t have you or Frederic ruin this family any further.” Dominic didn’t wait for an answer. He moved quickly to his brother’s bed and pulled back his covers. “You’ll rise and bathe and get dressed. We’ve got a lot to do today, and I need you looking your best.” Acting his best wasn’t a skill Dominic thought Edgar or Frederic possessed. These were the future of their family, and one was pining after an unsuitable woman while Edgar’s match looked to be at the bottom of a bottle.

Ward still felt dazed after talking to Derek, thinking about Harvey had been rough enough after being with Olivia and Zarina earlier. He was debating having a drink, Oliver had Ava which he meant he at least would get her home ok. He was clutching the keys in his bad hand turning around to head to the sasquatch before bumping into someone. Cursing under his breath he bent down quick to grab the keys, glancing up, "Shit sorry Edgar, didn't realize you were behind me," he mumbled.

The bright yellow walls of Edgar’s flat were still visible through the broken window, and though yellow was supposed to be a happy and calming color Amelia felt anything but that. She couldn’t remember when she’d last seem Edgar, but now that she had a possible chance of talking to her brother Amelia wanted to turn around and hide.

And what a cowardly thing that would be.

She’d stayed far away to give him some space, because in the end she was the one who’d betrayed him, not the other way around. This war had torn her family apart, and as much as she’d thought joining up with Janus was the right thing, it now occurred to her that she’d made the wrong decision long ago. Reviving Regulus, playing the Order, everything she’d done in the name of good instead of evil wasn’t worth it. Amelia wished a time turner could turn back years instead of hours.

Being compared to Digger had stung. Thinking about her eldest brother at all was a slap to her face, and someone she never wanted to be. She didn’t want to be the person who abandoned her family selfishly like he had, but isn’t that what she’d become? Edgar saying as much was nothing but the truth. It pained her to accept that, but accepting that was the only reason she’d even sought out Edgar’s flat in the first place.

So why was she still outside?

Amelia took a few deep breaths and reached up to mess with the frayed end of her Ravenclaw scarf, taking comfort in the material that had last her for so many years. She was no Gryffindor, had never prided on courage, but now it was all she could do. Finally she made herself walk, putting one foot in front of the other until she was up the stairs and in front of his flat. This is a bad idea, but Amelia knew it was the right idea. Both of them deserved some sort of closure. One more deep breath, then she raised her fist and knocked rapidly three times. Hopefully he was home.

“... Ed? It’s me. Can I come in?”

"Uh...hey," Ward greeted awkwardly as he walked towards Edgar, he had a cup of wine in hand he'd been sipping at. He'd talk to Knightley earlier in the week during his physical therapy and even still felt unsure about this. "You're um...you're Kirby's dad right?"

Amycus Carrow didn’t like people, he tolerated them. Some he could handle more than others, but there were one or two people that no amount of patience could control his dislike for them. Edgar Bones was one of those people. And here he was, near enough to Hogwarts that it brought back irritating memories. See, Amycus was a natural born trouble maker – he lived to make every other student other than his sister and closest friends miserable, and he hated being stopped from doing such a thing. Edgar was one of those who tried.

A man obsessed with fixing injustices when Amycus wanted nothing more to cause them, he’d always had a particular distaste for the older Hufflepuff. While he was by no means a fan of Antonin Dolohov, there was some relief that he was the Head Boy rather than Edgar. He took no shame in taunting him about it whenever he could either – it never ended up particularly well for him. So, when the year came to an end, Amycus was grateful to be rid of him.

And yet, there he was. Standing as happy as you like, looking far too at ease. Amycus couldn’t be having that now, could he? He approached him casually, hands in his pockets as he took himself down the trail. When he reached the other boys side, he only glanced at him for a brief moment, wearing his usual smirk before looking back up at the castle behind him. “Have you come to relive the memories of your failure, Bones?”