allan bones

hufflepuff + sixth year + brother quiet + alone + scared

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[allan-bones]

I'm starting to think eating those honey things at lunch was a bad idea. The bees in the herbology room won't stop following me around

[perfectlylucius]

Lucius did not like the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. These days it seemed to have become a bastion for petty Aurors looking for violence. He was of the belief they had overinflated senses of self worth and were a nuisance to society. No rag-tag team of hooligans and drifters should have such powers over the nobility in society. On behalf of Ministry committees Lucius would often take it into his hands to inspect certain areas of the departments. He loathed the times when the Auror office was in need for survey. Luckily for Lucius, today he was inspecting the intern office.

It was five minutes to eight when the door swung wide and Lucius strode in. Shadowing behind him was his black cloak flourishing with arrogance. He held a cool, somewhat bored expression and began his duties at the far end of the room. He eyed numerous jittering interns and returned their nervous looks with a foreboding smirk. Taking his time to pace to the other end of the room helped extrapolate the collective fear of these young workers. Lucius ensured that they needed to be frightened. Internships were not given lightly by the Ministry. He had the power to report and subsequently dismiss any of them. He took his time coldly dashing down notes with his peacock feathered quill. This was boring. Rolling his eyes, he walked away as the intern currently under examination was in mid-sentence. Sycophantic dribble usually appealed to the formidable blond wizard. Not today.

Five minutes passed and the office door yet again swung open. Two brown haired people dashed through the room, maintaining a degree of subtlety, but nevertheless drawing Lucius’ eye. Abandoning the dribble of another intern he was half-listening to he turned to strut back down the room to see what these two were up to. Following them with his eye they changed in a cupboard and then emerged. One, a female, adorned in Ministry-issued robes and the other, male, in standard black. Approaching them now, Lucius cleared his throat. Good morning. His honeyed voice purred with delicacy. Were you two aware of my inspection this morning? Brandishing from his robes a piece of parchment he noticed the name Amelia Bones. Bones, is it? He knew of the family. She must be the sister of that lout Edgar. You’re late.

[ministrybones]

She knew she was missing something - and it wasn’t the notebook Allan had brought from home. Proudfoot had said something about inspections. Something about inspections being done on the intern office. On the five interns in the Law Enforcement Department. The five interns including her. Amelia Bones - the dead girl with the younger brother among all the classified files. It was safe to say that if she wasn’t dead by the end of the day, she’d most likely shoot herself (muggle-style; an Unforgivable would be too easy) out of shame. Keep it cool, Bones, she coached, folding a piece of stray brow hair behind her ear. 

I am, sir. Better to admit the fault rather than cover it up. That wouldn’t do her any good - well, her entire situation wasn’t doing the petite intern anything, but she’d have to work with it. Amelia turned to face the source of the keen, slick (if a bit slimy) voice: none other than Mr. Lucius Malfoy. He was…handsome, yet prejudiced. Not to mention he reeked of injustice. This is my brother, sir. Allan Bones. Think up something quick, Amelia - use that brain. You’re not going anywhere in the business if you don’t learn how to improvise. He’s with me today. Usually our p-she stumbled over the first syllable of the word. It’ll take a little longer to finally get over the shock of their dead bodies, strewn neatly on the parlor floor-parents would take care of him, but…as you might know, they passed in the beginning of the summer.

Merlin, Amelia breathed, biting her lip and avoiding Lucius’ eyes. My brother is usually with one of our friend’s parents, but they cancelled on us on short notice. 

Passing over the hurdle, Amelia released a small breath. Would it be all right, sir, if he were to stay at my desk or in the kitchen until I could find someone to look after him? 

[allan-bones]

When Allan heard the older mans voice, he knew it was something good. Well...this wasn't going to be fun or go well for anyone right now. Allan shifted slightly behind Amelia, trying to hide himself, make himself smaller and less than a target than before. Of course today was going to be the day there was an inspection. It seemed like those kind of things happened to Allan now. He was going to get his sister in trouble with someone who looked rather scary actually.

When Amelia started to say that he was usually with their parents, he looked down rather sad, biting his lip. He was trying to pay the part but at the same time, he really wasn't. Amelia knew he hated hearing that, or he thought she did but right now wasn't really the time to play around with that. It didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was Amelia not getting in trouble with this guy.

[allan-bones]

Allan! You lovely duffer of a 'puff,

Just double checking that we're definitely still on for Friday. From what I've been told sixth year Potions is one hell of a chore, but it's first class on Fridays, so we can go straight from breakfast to class (and get all that catching up we missed out on in F&B dealt with so we can manage to pull some semblance of concentration out for class.)

Know an owl for all of this is a little over the top, but waiting outside your dorms had me getting odd looks from firsties.

~ Ella.

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The Common Room | After a long day of classes, all you want to do is relax in your Common Room. Loosen your golden and black tie, and plop down to play a game of Wizard Snaps.

A mix of music that plays on the radio while you lounge about, or is well suited if you decide to throw a house party. (Feel good music with a little sass, just right for the Hufflepuff temperament.)

t r a c k l i s t {listen here}

1. Young Folks - Peter, Bjorn, & John  2. Alright - Supergrass  3. Feel Good - Mike Del Rio  4. School Uniforms - The Wombats  5. New Shoes - Paolo Nutini  6. Color on the Walls (Don’t Stop) - Foster the People  7. Just a Little Bit - Kids of 88  8. Lovely Cup - Grouplove

[edgarsboner]

Ah, then the blame can laid, quite obviously, unto dear old Amelia for not reminding you to remind me to remember you when I left for here this morning. He pauses momentarily, eyes flicking up and to the left as he tries to make sense of his own sentence, before shaking his head to clear the muddle lest he give himself a headache. Okay, so, to recap smallfry; plan is, blame ‘Melly. Got it? He asks with a jokingly serious tone, before letting a chuckle escape. 

C’mon - I’ll see if I can scrounge up a chair for you, may as well have some bonding time, right? I mean, it feels like eons- He cuts himself off, eyes widening with a strange realisation that it really has - that, in fact, their last proper sibling moment was probably that fateful night. He shuts his eyes briefly, cursing his inability to curb his mouth and presses his forefinger and thumb to the bridge of his nose. Could always see if Sue’s got any biscuits, if you’re hungry. Spot o’ tea - that’d hit the spot right about now. As if on cue, Edgar’s stomach grumbles, and he pulls a semi-apologetic face. I mean, I’ve got no idea about the biscuits - or if they’re even non-stale ones - but I’m sure there’s a decent cuppa to be had somewhere around here. He pats his robes down, before producing his wand with an ‘aha!’ expression, pressing a finger to his lips before silently incantating the chant to transfigure his bin into a relatively decent (if probably lumpy, given the amount of parchment that’d been in the bin before it changed state), chair.

There we are - chair fit for a ki- no, that’s a lie. It’s probably only fit for a lowly noble, not a king. He scratches the back of his neck, sheepishly. Transfiguration hadn’t been one of his better subjects in school, but this was a decent effort. Make yourself at home, yeah? Or, at least, not too at home - can’t have you wanting to take up residence in my cubicle, I kinda need it for work, mate.

[allan-bones]

Right, blame 'Melly. Allan grinned, an almost real grin for the first time in a while. He'd missed his brother and the things when they did things like this. It'd been a long while, too long for the young Allan. The last time something like this happened was probably before... yeah, he was happy to be grinning even if he didn't realize that's what he was doing at the time of the grin. 

No, it's alright... I can stand or leave... you're busy anyway... Allan muttered, looking away realizing where that sentence was going. It was so true as well. Edgar may have moved back in but that didn't mean Allan ever saw him more than he had before. It didn't take a genius to know what Edgar was about to say and he wrinkled his nose, waiting for him to continue if he did. I uh...I'm not hungry...I hate before I got here... Which was a lie. Allan looked up at Edgar when his stomach grumbled and he almost smiled again, almost. I think someone's hungry though...

Oh, thanks Ed. Allan looked at the chair, it wasn't the best transfigured chair but it was better than nothing. Plus he knew his brother had the best intention with it as well. Don't worry... I won't be making it a house. I don't think I could live in such a tight space. Allan sat down in the chair and it was lumpy and kind of hurt his bum but, it was a nice gesture from his brother. So...what're you doing? If I interrupted anything you can go back to what you were doing before...

[szatipct]

[wearyour-heart-onyoursleeve]

[nicoolnot]

[ittybittywakanda]

[Last minute shopping is (as has so often been proven) never a good idea. But with two days until the school year commences it’s just that that has lured the sixteen year old to Diagon Alley. Letting out a small huff she edges to the side of the cobbled walkway, casting a brief glance at the clamour of people passing by before ducking into the store -Flourish & Blotts- her free hand feeling desperately around her bag for the booklist. Merlin knows what sort of trouble she’d find herself in if she couldn’t work out exactly what she was supposed to be getting for the year ahead… Not to mention the embarrassment she’d feel having to ask for assistance.] 

[With a relieved sigh and hasty mutter of “Thank Merlin” she pulls the parchment out. It’s a little torn and scrunched in corners, but legible enough for her to begin scanning the shelves nearby, trailing her fingertips along leatherbound spines and mouthing out titles as she goes.] New edition of Advanced Potions already… didn’t they just put out the old one? [Wincing a little once she speaks. Her voice already sounds far too loud in the relative silence of the bookstore.]

[allan-bones]

Like others, he was running around trying to get all of his books ready for the year. He was lucky, his brother and sister had most of from from their time at Hogwarts but a lot of them were outdated. It didn't matter for some of his classes but a class like potions or Care For Magical Creatures? He needed the newest books. There'd been no time to purchase the books of any of his school supplies with both his siblings working all the time so they'd gone at random points after they received the letter listing all the supplies and departure details. 

There were mixed feelings about going back. The one thing he didn't like was being so far away from his brother and sister for over half the year but what was the point? They were never at the house anyway. Besides, Hogwarts was more home to him and he was surround by people twenty four seven. 

Walking through the bookstore, Allan looked down at the piece of parchment, looking at the book list. Two books, that's all he needed to buy today before he could head back to the house and sort through his things, checking, double checking, triple checking everything he had. When he heard the voice, he looked up only to see his potions partner since year one. A small smile spread across his face, seeing a familiar face. 'Ella, I didn't see you there... Are you getting the book for potions?

[turn-my-world-into-magic]

[allan-bones]

The Crack of Bones Beginning of summer so beginning to mid June. This is for the others Bones', enjoy.

It'd been a nice evening. He had dinner with his brother and sister; something that didn't happen often. He couldn't remember the last time it'd been the three of them out to eat like that. It'd been a while. Edgar had the new fancy job at the Ministry and his own flat for a while and Amelia was starting to look into different jobs, maybe she had the internship, he couldn't remember. There was so much going on between his brother and sister that it was hard to keep it all straight sometimes. Regardless, the evening had been awesome, dinner had been fun. There'd been laughs, talks, and everything in between. 

Allan hadn't wanted the evening to end because once they stepped foot into the house, everything was going back to the way it was before. Edgar would stay for a little bit but then have to go back to his flat, Amelia would talk to their parents and then disappear to her room to work on things. That would leave just Allan doing something to keep himself occupied. School had just let out so there was nothing to prep, nothing to worry about. He had the summer free to do pretty much whatever he liked which usually involved animals in some sort of way.

"Allan, you go on ahead, we'll be right behind you," Edgar waved his hand towards the house.

Allan looked back at his brother and sister. They were talking about something, what it was, Allan didn't know but hey, it wasn't really his business if it was work related. So, Allan nodded. "Alright, don't take too long, Mum 'nd Dad might get worried something happened." With that, Allan was moving towards the house.

The further he walked, Allan heard less of their conversation. It had something to do with creatures, laws, and something else. That's all he heard.He was already excited to tell his parents all about their evening. The walk along the river, the dinner they had, the talks, the jokes, everything. He knew they would be more than happy to listen to their seeing as they're the ones who suggested the evening out.

As soon as Allan opened the door something felt...off. He couldn't place it but he quickly pushed it to the side, trying to find their parents. It didn't take long when he heard the radio in the parlor room, the evening music playing like it did every night at this time. "Mum, guess what Ed 'nd 'Melia and I d--" He stopped dead in his tracks. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. 

Silence, no words to call his brother and sister left his mouth, nothing to warn them about what as in the room. His eyes were glued to the bodies sprawled lifelessly on the couch, their mums head on their dads shoulder, an arm wrapped around his wife. It was...peaceful or would have been if their eyes were closed not staring up the ceiling with their mouths hanging open in a way that made Allan want to look away. However, as hard as he tried, his eyes wouldn't divert from what he was seeing. 

Without any concept of how much time passed, Allan could hear his brother calling his name. He turned to answer them but nothing left his mouth, no tears were running down his face. Instead he just looked back. The next thing he knew, he could feel Amelia pulling at him to look away, Edgar rushing past him. Finally he pulled his eyes off only to look at his sister. He could see the look on her face, confused, upset, something else before she pulled him into a hug. Allan didn't know what to do besides return the hug, burying his face into her shoulder, squeezing his eyes closed tightly. 

No matter how hard he squeezed his eyes, the images of their parents wouldn't leave his mind. It was an image that was never going to leave his mind no matter how hard he tired. It was engraved in his mind forever.

[now-at-punkwarren-deactivated20]

BOGGART PSYCHOANALYSIS: 008. Loneliness

This is a fear that is fairly self-explanatory at it’s base, as no person truly wants to be lonely. This does work in two different ways, however, depending on the individual. In some ways it is a person afraid of never having love or friendship, because they are against the thought of being alone with themselves. However, for the more inner tuned individual, it can also work in the way that one wants to be alone because it is where they feel the most comfortable, as they rarely feel connected to anyone around them. Therefore, loneliness as a boggart signifies a need for self more than actual companionship, it is an inner desire for assurance, no matter what way the person may find it. Due to such expansion in it’s definition, this is a boggart found evenly throughout all four houses at Hogwarts.

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[edgarsboner]

No papers? What’re you doing here the- The sound of his brother’s voice snapped Edgar’s gaze up off the increasingly monotonous legislation laid out in front of him, and he quashed the pang of annoyance at being interrupted whilst he was in ‘the zone’ down in his chest. Hey, Allan. A pause as he took in the younger boy’s appearance, nodding at the visitor’s badge on his shirt, though his brow creased at the sight of the tear tracks - Edgar wasn’t sure that they’d properly dried since… well, since that night.

And with both him and Amelia away from the house so much, it musn’t be easy on the youngest sibling. He put his quill back into the ink pot, before pushing his chair back and scrubbing his hands onto his Ministry robes absently. Evidence of the hours he’d been putting into this particular piece of legislation showed in the splatters on his cuffs, where he hadn’t bothered rolling up his sleeves. Merlin, he hated robes sometimes.

Is it bring a sibling to work day? Did I forget the memo? He tips his head, moving out from behind his desk to go towards Allan, coming to a stop. He hesitates, briefly, before putting a hand to Allan’s shoulder. You alright? I’m not really supposed to have people in here, but I’m sure no one’d mind if you wanted to sit in. Special circumstances, or something. Edgar grimaces, affecting a mock look of ‘blegh’. I do have a lotta paperwork to get through though, so I can’t guarantee that I’ll be good company.

[allan-bones]

I do-- But then Allan stopped himself when Edgar continued to talk. He probably didn't realize it was him. Oh well, when he looked up..and yup, there it was. The gaze that looked Allan over, making sure he was alright. The one that very much was for a parent instead of a big brother like Edgar himself. Allan...had mixed feelings about that look but he was stuck in this awkward place where both his siblings were trying to fill in for the mother and father role. Hey Ed... Allan muttered, cursing himself for his face still having the tear tracks on them. 

Remarkably, Allan smiled a little and laughed at what his brother said. Hey, maybe it was, maybe it was an unappointed day that Allan just created. Yeah...I forgot to remind you before you left... Allan shrugged, looking down instead of at anyone else or his brother. He was looking at the words on the parchment, trying to make them out but then stopped himself. He didn't need to know, it was none of his business right now. 

Allan looked up at his brother when he felt the hand on his shoulder, pulling himself from the gaze on the parchment. Huh? Uh...yeah...m'fine. Lies, since when was Allan fine? But his brother didn't need to know that right now. No one needed to know about the nightmare he had last night. You don't...I can leave... I just... "wanted to make sure you were alive" was going to be the rest of his sentence but that didn't leave his mouth. He wouldn't let himself say that even though Edgar might have an idea that was going through his head right now. 

[ministrybones]

Amelia slides into the phone booth, squeezing past her younger brother with ease (she’d always been tiny compared to Allan and Edgar) and typing in the code to send them down the chute and into the Ministry. He’ll need to enter in his wand into the database, she thinks, shrugging off her muggle jacket and folding it neatly on her forearm. Once we’re finished with that, it’ll hopefully be easy to get down before anyone’s in the office. The aurors she worked for worked late nights; it was excusable for them to come into work late. But it wasn’t so for her - Amelia would never allow herself to be late for anything. 

The phonebooth dings open, and she takes her brother’s hand again, this time with a softer grip. She leads him over to the entrance office, sees the wand sticking out of his backpocket, and plucks it out of its hiding space to place it on the witch’s desk. Once the wand has been cleared (and Amelia’s stuck the visitor’s badge onto Allan’s shirt) she grabs his hand again and leads him over to the elevators. They slide into a rather packed group of people, and in a rare display of public affection Amelia wraps her arms around Allan’s shoulders to make sure the sliding door won’t catch him off guard. When the door glides open to reveal the second floor, a horde of disgruntled ministry officers push them out of the elevator and onto the floor. Amelia takes his as their chance to half-run, half-walk to the office - she’s practically dragging Allan everywhere without talking to him. It’s of the utmost importance that she gets to the office before the clock turns to eight o’clock. 

They reach the office just as the clock changes face, and Amelia exhales a heavy sigh of relief. Over here, Amelia says, releasing her grip and pointing to the back of the room, where there’s another room for changing. She’s got to shrug off her muggle clothing - and it comes to her that he does too. Pulling out her wand from her bag, Amelia conjures up some robes for Allan and gives them to him. They’re not ministry regulated - simply plain black. Put those on, please? Giving him a curt nod, she disappears into the other room momentarily. When she returns, Amelia leads him over to her side of the room: a small space she shares with three other interns. Pulling out a chair, she gestures for Allan to sit. Keep your head down and don’t say anything, okay? I’ll try to get some books for you. She tries to make him more comfortable by pushing a small smile to her lips; unfortunately, she’s never been very good at pretending. 

[allan-bones]

Squished, that's what he felt like right now. The phone booth was tiny, he wasn't sure how so many wizards and witches managed to fit into one of these things on a daily basis but then again, they were magical, they probably figured out a way to make it bigger so it was more comfortable  As Amelia changed, Allan looked away. It was rude and uncomfortable to watch her change her clothes. Besides, they were brother and sister. That was just a part of them you didn't watch. He knew that Amelia would turn away too so why not give her the privacy?

With a softer grip, Allan is more at easy than before. Even with just holding his hand it made him feel more comfortable as they navigated their way around the Ministry. He did everything he was suppose to, sticking close to Amelia. He really didn't want to get lost in a place like this. If he did, he knew he'd end up getting in trouble for something and Allan didn't fancy getting in trouble right -- he was going to be in enough later today anyway. Not only did the soft grip on his hand helped ease his nervous and anxiety but the arm around his shoulder helped even more. It was a gesture he hadn't received in a long time from anyone and it made him feel safe and protected right now, a feeling he'd lost a long time ago.

Once they were in the office, Allan tried to hide behind his sister but then again, how would that work? Allan was slightly taller than her. When she was given the robes, Allan said nothing but nodded, changing quickly when Amelia left the room. It just happened that Amelia came back as soon as he finished putting everything together his robes. They felt large and not fitted him, making him feel uncomfortable. You won't know I'm here... Allan muttered as he was led once again towards another room. It was true though, they never knew he was there. Allan had been quiet before but now? He was even quieter.

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[edgarsboner]

If that’s the paperwork for the International Policy of Magical Cooperation, just throw it on the pile, I’ll get to it after I finish off drafting the terms of this policy for the guys up in Care and Regulation of Magical Creatures. He more or less mutters the statement, an ink stained hand gesturing absently over at a pile of parchments on his desk, whilst his other grips his quill tightly, his barely legible handwriting flowing from the tip of his quill onto crisp and clean parchment.

[allan-bones]

Stupid, stupid, that's what he was right now. How he even got in, he wasn't sure but it might have had something to do with the dried tears on his face. When he'd woken up this morning, it'd been from a nightmare, walking in on his parents but instead of them being dead, they were calling for him, asking him why they hadn't they been there. Allan had tried to answer but no words came and instead, he'd been stuck to the floor. His parents had moved towards him, asking the questions, accusing him. Once the nightmare had broke, he woke up in sweat and tears.

When he realized his brother and sister weren't home, Allan had quickly changed, ignoring the food. He wasn't hungry, not really. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been hungry but instead, he'd just eat to make his brother and sister happy. It wasn't long before he was out there, heading down the street. Long walk but he didn't mind. It gave him time to think things over and calm down. Instead of calming down, it only made things worse. People stopped and stared, those of the wizarding community gave him sympathetic looks knowing who he was. All of them did, it'd been in The Daily Prophet like all the other murders so people knew who they had left in the world.

It was sad really, that people had to resort to the newspaper to see who was left alive. He hated it but didn't he hate a lot these days?

Glancing around, Allan looked at all the tall statues, the floo networks, all the witches and wizards walking around the Ministry. He'd managed to come in but they'd taken his wand and he hated that but if there was a place it had to be taken, he would rather it be here. He had a feeling that he'd be protected if anything happened considering he was in the Ministry of Magic right now. 

With his visitors badge on hooked onto his clothes--even if they were muggle, the people didn't seem to mind--as he headed towards the elevators. He knew that Edgar was going to kill, Amelia about killed him that one day she took him to work the other day. Really, he didn't need to go but apparently he had? He'd offered to stay back but she wouldn't listen to him. 

Finally, Allan reached Edgar's floor where his office was and scrubbed the almost dry tears off his face. He was sixteen, he graduated in two years, he didn't need to be crying in public. A confused look crossed his face when he heard Edgar talking. What papers? He didn't have any... and then he realized that Edgar probably didn't realize it was him to begin with. Uh...I don't...there's no papers...