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"You’re right. Thank you for that."
"The whole family is a little bit…you know. I’m careful, don’t worry. I mean you didn’t even notice, you know me better than most others here." Ted’s smile slowly turned into a grin as he bumped his arm into Edgars. "A friend? I’d be concerned if you look at every friend of yours like that."
❝I never thought you'd thank me for that, but I'll take it.❞
❝Yeah, I didn't notice now. If thing's go right and you two start dating, things'll get a little dirtier. Just stay out of Bellatrix's sight at the least, yeah?❞ Edgar sighed, unable to be fully annoyed by the grin that spread across Ted's features. ❝Yeah, alright, think what you will, but I'm not looking like that. I just - you know - didn't expect her to end up being a friend. She snuck up on me.❞
"I didn’t mean actual Quidditch training on the pitch. Thought about a swim in the black lake. I…you’re a sneaky bastard man. One word to anyone and I’ll kick your balls so hard that they’re falling off."
"I’m meeting Andromeda Black. I mean, not dating, i’m just kinda liking her. Ed, you’re looking surprised? DId I catch you? You know, this one Ravenclaw girl. Should I dance the name for you? C’mon, you know exactly what I mean"
❝Who'm I going to tell? You know I don't go around spilling my heart out to anyone in the castle. -- Black - Andromeda Black?❞
❝I mean, I'm happy for you. Seriously. She seems like a really nice girl, the rest of that family be damned. Just, you know - careful of that older sister. I get the feeling that she'd kill you sooner than she'd kill Andromeda if she found out you had eyes for her.❞ Edgar sighed, shaking his head. ❝Yeah, alright, I'm catching on. I'm not staring at her. I broke her bloody arm in that match, and I helped her out until it was healed. She just sort of... became a friend, I guess. A friend.❞
"I’m always getting weird on you, Bones"
"Shut up, it’s nothing. I think you really want to do some extra Quidditch training huh? We’re talking about you. You and your obvious staring."
❝You can come up with a better threat than that - I'm always willing to do extra Quidditch training. It was something. Go on, spit it out. -- Me 'obviously staring' at someone. Alright. Who're are you accusing me of staring at?❞
"Oh it pretty much included you too though. I mean, what stays in the changing rooms stays in the changing rooms"
"…yeah believe me I won’t come anywhere near you with my wand raised. Hey I am not, i’m a decent person. I’ve not had any since- anyway. Oh boy, I really prefer not getting deeper into your sick little mind. And don’t think I don’t know of you looking after her “
❝Don't get weird on me, Tonks.❞
❝You've not had any since - when was that? I didn't catch it. I don't have a sick little mind! I'm just focused more on the... what now? Who're we talking about?❞
"Why would it not be?"
" You see- I was engrossed in my studies and the librarian didn’t dare tell me to leave or even acknowledge curfew. Only when I looked outside to see the moon did I realize the time."
❝You never know why someone might be walking around at night. Sometimes not everything's okay.❞
❝And you're on your way back, yeah?❞
"Merlin, don’t remind me of Potter. We had this really weird conversation about men, dungeons and Quidditch teams. We’re still recovering from that and I’ll have to say I’m still traumatized"
"Of course I’d force you to the hospital wing. I mean, i could also try to heal you myself then. A hernia? You make me sound like I’m some sex addict that had his way with everything that’s too slow to flee. The quiet ones are the worst ones. I don’t even want to know about your phantasies. “
❝I can honestly say that's a conversation I'm glad I wasn't a part of. How're you still functioning?❞
❝You're not coming anywhere near me with your wand raised, healing purposes or not. Sex addict? Are you not? -- Oh, no, now I'm curious. What kind of fantasies do you think I have?❞
Molly chuckled softly and attempted to make a joke herself, “Thought what through Edgar? How to avoid Filch’s wrath or how to escort damsels in distress through the castle at night?”
She walked with him for a few minutes in silence before pausing for a brief moment. “Edgar?” She said softly, “Thank you.”
❝Why don't we just play it safe and say both?❞
When Molly spoke again after a few minutes of silence, his smile softened into something more genuine. ❝You don't have to say thank you. I've been there,❞ he said. ❝I mean - it's okay. I really don't mind.❞
"That’s exactly someone checking my ass out in the showers would say. Second years drool over everyone that managed to survive puberty"
"Wake me up next time you do. So I can safe you from yourself. You’re like a terrorist to your own body. At least let me be part of the fun, some friend you are. Oh no, hun. It’s just a friendly offer for a free plastic surgery. Maybe you’ll find a girlfriend then."
❝Stop flattering yourself, you're starting to sound like James Potter. It suits him better than it does you.❞
❝But knowing you, you'd probably force me to the hospital wing, and I'm not sure that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Oh, you know a girlfriend isn't on my list of top priorities. You, however - you haven't had one all year. I'm surprised you haven't had a hernia.❞
Molly wasn’t stupid, she knew that Edgar didn’t actually believe her. But she was extremely grateful that he was allowing her to maintain a small bit of pride by playing along.
"Oh, okay. Well thank you Edgar," she sniffled in a way she hoped was discretely. "You’re sure you won’t get in trouble with Filch? He tends to be harsh even to prefects, and I’d hate to be the reason you go into trouble."
Edgar smiled and shook his head. ❝Nah, I'm not afraid of Filch. At the very least not tonight. For the first time all week, I'm actually making night rounds when I'm scheduled to. He can't do much more than demand McGonagall show him the rota, and face her wrath when it turns out to be a waste of her time.❞
He made another attempt at a joke, ❝This may or may not be something I've thought through before.❞
"Don’t act like you’re not checking me out in the showers."
"Really? Where? Why did you go on the pitch on your own? Not that I didn’t get smacked in the head a few days ago. My forehead is still stinging. Hey, Hey. They were pretty neat, It’s certainly not my fault your nose is so weird. Maybe we should take care of that in the next game."
❝Believe me when I say I am not checking you out in the showers. I'll leave that to the second years who were drooling over you last practice.❞
❝Blowing off some steam early in the morning. I don't sleep a lot so I figured I may as well make use of some extra time, and the damn thing knocked me into the stands and took out a few of those huge wooden beams on its way. Moral of the story is that splintered support beams make for rather effective weapons. -- Is that a threat, Tonks? Against your very own teammate?❞
"Oh. Oh, I’m sorry, I lost track of time," Molly spluttered, hastily shoving the letter back into her robes and wiping her eyes. "Yeah. Just, um…allergies." She kicked herself mentally for the pathetic attempt of a lie and shot Edgar a quick smile, before making what was perhaps an even more pathetic attempt at a joke. "I suppose I should head back to my dorm…unless you’re going to give me detention of course."
Edgar may have been downright terrible - or at least closed off - when expressing his own emotions, but he wasn't unfamiliar with those of others. And if anything, he was not cold. Part of him wanted to ask what was wrong - his eyes flicked to where the letter she'd been holding had disappeared - but he didn't. Instead, he tried for a friendly smile.
❝Don't worry about it, Molly. I actually don't like handing out detentions, believe it or not. Especially when allergies are involved.❞ Edgar cleared his throat, turning the conversation back around immediately. ❝Look, Filch's on the prowl around here somewhere, and he'd probably be more forgiving if he ran into the both of us rather than just you.❞
"I was actually pretty decent. I wanted to be caught by you, Ed. That sounds more sexual than i intended.."
"Knew you couldn’t decline my offer. Anyway, where have you been the whole day? Couldn’t find you the whole time. I was about to put ‘wanted’ letters up with your face."
❝Watch yourself, Ted, the last thing you want is for a pretty girl to think you're coming onto your mate.❞
❝I sort of brutalized myself on the Quidditch pitch this morning. Went to the pitch on my own and a bludger got the better of me. The last thing I need is for you to put more 'wanted' posters with my face on them up around the school. You tried that before, remember, hand drawn. You just can't get my nose right.❞
"Oh no, what will i do now?"
"You in for a midnight snack though?"
❝Well, I'm not about to take points away from us, but I'd hoped you'd learn to be less obvious when you're sneaking around the castle.❞
❝Midnight snack it is. Lead the way, Captain Tonks.❞
there are no strings on me
❝I'm a prefect, I'm allowed to walk the castle this late. You aren't.❞
❝…Everything alright?❞
❝B-Blood… Y-yes indeed, you are bleeding. N-no, I am not panicking.❞ Dorcas mused aloud; green irises wide, coloured with a distinct mixture of exactly that (panic), and confusion. ❝…O-okay, I lied…!!! I’m panicking!!! I am a big panicking machine right now; so tell me what to do! What do you need!? D-Do you need the matron??? Or a really, really big bandage??? How about a teddy bear to comfort you!? — Tell me what to do! Are you in a lot of pain!?❞
❝It's just a little blood-❞ Edgar started, but not before Dorcas started to panic. He couldn't resist a small laugh, despite the sharp stinging in his side. ❝Dorcas - Dor - hey, hey, come on, Doe, it's fine! Look, it's just a scratch from Quidditch Practice, no need to worry. I got hit with a bludger and it threw me into the stands. I've seen worse. Besides, it's better than when Davey Gudgeon nearly lost his eye to the Whomping Willow,❞ he said, though even as he said it, he knew he was fibbing. It was more of a gash, really, but these things happened at Quidditch practice, and he would have given anything not to go to the hospital wing. So, he did what he could to bandage it on the pitch - though the bandaging was already well bled through, and he was hoping she wouldn't notice that - and thought it best to sit down for a while in the Common Room to stop the bleeding. He hated to see her panic, though, so 'fibbing' would have to do. ❝I'll be just fine. The bleeding's already slowed down, see?❞
