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“More light and light, more dark and dark our woes.” Romeo + Juliet (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann
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katieshacks:
Where: Lily’s Birthday, Gryffindor Common Room With: Katherine Shacklebolt & @bvnesamelia
Katie could’ve hung about with Emmeline somewhere in the middle of the crowd, but when she’d lost sight if nearly everyone she would’ve wanted to willingly hang out with, she was at her wits end. It was parading the party, or getting into a conversation with Bagman that might finally end in Katherine castrating him for good measure. Not that he wasn’t a good partier–but bloody annoying when he wanted to be. Finding herself pushing through bodies, gaze settled on the younger Bones, finding her chugging a bottle of Firewhiskey. “Is that ministry approved?” She asked jokingly, nursing her own drink. “Fucking hell, mate, are you trying to roll down the staircase back to Hufflepuff common room?”
"Let me just –– “ She holds bottle out, releasing it from her lips as she narrows gaze before studying it for a moment. “––’fraid it isn’t. Good thing I’ve already got all the security I need on that front.” Fishing for the cap on the table beside her, she manages to find it before placing it atop bottle. “I’m just trying to enjoy myself.” She counters, knowing fully well that Katherine hadn’t meant it with malicious intent. Yet, there’s a guilt that washes over her if only for a moment of brevity, so brief she hardly manages to stomach it, to realize, before it vanishes. She’d never been a stranger to a good party or two, knowing her limit rightfully so. However, after the Yule Ball had managed to throw every indication of reconciliation out the window –– no. She’d promised to remain at arms distance from the very thought of it all. “Perhaps the stairs will turn into a slide and we’ll make a game out of it. Although, ‘spose the Headmaster would be made frighteningly aware of our weekend activities if that were the case.” Not that it quite mattered, they were all of age and whilst it wasn’t the most responsible thing for a future Ministry employee to be quite as reckless as she’d found herself to be as of late, she couldn’t quite conjure the magic to care. “We should just count ourselves lucky we haven’t ended up on the tables yet. Might not be able to recover from that.”
ludovicsbagman:
Where: Lily’s Birthday, Gryffindor Common Room With: Ludo Bagman & @bvnesamelia
Ludo didn’t try to be a total shit to everyone—but like hell would he admit it wasn’t fun when the opportunity presented itself before him like a fine dinner on a silver platter. Spotting the blonde off to the side, he slunk through the crowd to cut physically in between the conversation she was having with one of their fellow housemates. “Blink if you want to sleep with me.” He joked, knowing his chances of such a thing included the likelihood of him getting luckier with the Giant Squid than Amelia Bones. But sue him for having a crack at it now and again. “What’s a future ministry official like you crawling into a dingy party like this, aye?”
Head cocked to the side, she flutters her lashes a fair few times before feigning a doe eyed gaze towards Ludovic. He’d been close enough with Isobel that, over the years, Amelia couldn’t quite find it in her to actually loathe him entirely. Merely finding amusement from his reputation and his damn near brilliant Quidditch skills. He was, after all, her captain. “O’ dear sweet Captain Bagman, how could I turn down such an offer?” She jests, fingers coiled into a fist as she gently nudges him upon the arm. “Well, don’t tell anyone but I’ve been ordered to keep an eye on you sorry lot, now haven’t I?” In good fun, Amelia had only known one way to allow herself to unwind. During school hours, she’d remained the picturesque and almost too perfect student, above and beyond what anyone had asked of her. Yet, there’d been times in which she was known to let loose and it was, after all, the celebration of the year. She’d adored Lily to no end, had even found herself admiring the girl and if she could practice such things whilst remaining in the good graces of most, Amelia took that as a valid excuse as to why she couldn’t deny herself the same. “Attempting to redeem myself for skipping out on your beginning of the year party, o’ course. Can’t a gal enjoy a few drinks before she’s shipped off the work at overthrowin’ the patriarchy for the remainder of –– ever?” The dramatics that linger in her voice are playful, pout wearing well upon her bottom lip as she looks up at him.
I was very much on a personal mission and I put my whole life on hold until my career got going. I was like that from the get-go, especially with relationships. I remember when I was 18 years old and I was so cut-throat about how everything had to be second to my career. Boyfriends I had at the time – bless them – were like, ‘but why?’ I just said, ‘This is the way it has to be.’ I remember thinking at the time they don’t get it, and it was really mean of me, but I had to do that in order to succeed.
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remoonus:
Remus’ lip twitched when he heard of her internship. He had disliked the Ministry long before they had given him this personal reason to. He detested the way he was forced into breaking the law to delay his life being put into their hands. Hated that they would do all they could to ensure he could never have a job, have a family, have a life. Whenever he heard of somebody choosing to work in the Ministry, he couldn’t help a pang of irritation, be it jealousy that they could even consider it or ill will towards the policies and the people they would be upholding in their work.
“You were there?” Remus asked, his voice going up and octave in surprise and horror. That there was someone who knew everything, who could speak into the rumours with facts and with the bias that the Ministry had been applying in their accusations. A slight shake of his head, in disbelief but also because he wouldn’t accept her help quite that readily. Not without knowing what her motives were or how she felt about the situation. He couldn’t guarantee she shared her brother’s belief in their innocence. “What– Do you–” He stuttered, unsure how to ask what she thought.
On a surface level, Amelia Bones was everything a Ministry employee should hope to be. Organized and diligent, she’d remained top of her classes with shining extracurriculars and an array of causes in which she’d believed in. Most notably, however, was her assumed ability to distance herself from the political stance of the war brewing beneath their feet. Whilst the Bones family were known as proud blood traitors, Amelia had crafted an image that allowed her to walk freely within Hogwarts unscathed. The same, however, could not be said for the men who were now being ridiculed, persecuted for crimes in which she hadn’t been entirely certain they’d committed. His tone shocks her, as if he’s surprised by the matter entirely as she nods along. “I spend my holidays at the Ministry for the most part, any attempt at upping my hours in order to secure my position.” It’s said with a confident nonchalance as shoulders shrug.
“Between you and I, what the Ministry is doin’ isn’t right.” She knows it as well as anyone. That convicting the likes of students without so much as solid evidence had gone against everything in which they’d been so keen on preaching. However, desperate times had called for desperate measures. She’d paid close attention to the murmurs, to the gossip that filled every elevator ride and every seemingly empty corridor. If only to allow herself to gain a sense as to why it had happened, perhaps too interested for her own good. Amelia had a self righteous nature in which she was sure would come back to haunt her someday, yet today was not that day. Side swept glance lingers on Remus as she nods in affirmation once more. “They’re grasping at any shred of it, anyone who’s anyone knows that much. Thinkin’ it easier to pin it on you lot than to scare the entirety of the world, now ain’t it?” She raises a brow, allowing herself to feel shame in the establishment she so longingly yearns to be apart of. “–– You’re innocent, I know that much.”
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Her eyebrows raised. It still caught her on the back foot when she heard of people helping out others completely selflessly – she always found herself looking for what was in it for them. “Pomfrey,” she repeated. “Are you looking to go into Healing?” Oftentimes, that was the main reason people had for helping the matron. Ros had done it herself in the past, though this year she had drew back to focus on her studies, on the application to St Mungo’s and on Healing her friends in private when it was better for them to avoid questions from the Hogwarts staff.
“She granted me permission to do some practical N.E.W.T.s studying as well as to pick a couple of ingredients for my Potions work, in exchange for checking the Venemous Tentacula is at a comfortable temperature and well fed.” As she spoke, she cast some diagnostic spells on the plant and watered it with her wand. She would get to her own work afterwards, perhaps after Amelia had left.
"Oh Merlin, no.” She shakes her head, adamant on her intentions. She’d never quite found herself interested in such a thing, finding it much too meticulous for her liking. Amelia shined brightest when she was under the pressure that the Ministry entailed. She’d a knack for speaking, for convincing, for laws and order. Where others saw turbulence, she’d only ever seen room for improvement. She’d found herself wishing the world a better place, and what better place to begin the improvement if not within the lions den itself? “I’m ‘fraid I’m not the most calming and soothing presence one would want ‘round them if they found themselves in any ward.” She quirks a brow, knowing fully well she’d never quite taken the time to get to know Rosamund. “And you? Is Healing something you’re investing your time in?”
Amelia watches as the blonde does her duty, not entirely upset at the company. Her own thoughts beginning to cloud her mind too much as of late. She’d happily entertain a distraction if only for a few moments if it meant she needn’t think of the happenings going on ‘round her. “NEWTs –– “ For a moment, she wonders if the rest of the seventh years have begun to panic, if only due to the heightened alerts around the castle, and what it would mean for their exams. “You must be itchin’ to get on with it then, to get out of here I mean ––”
edgarnbones:
There was no lie in Amelia’s words, there never was. At least not with him. She knew him probably better than anyone and the guilt built up inside of him that he’d been keeping so much from her. He was reckless, what could he say, and he’d always felt a sort of responsibility for protecting the family and protecting others. Even if his father hadn’t been a Hit Wizard, hadn’t died Edgar probably would have still chosen this path. He was reckless, and that was partially from his inability to stay still but also because he always felt like he needed to be doing something. And this cause had given him that something to focus his energy on and now that everything was becoming more real he’d felt a determination like never before. “That’s why I have to do something about it, Amelia. We know I’m not patient enough to try to go the political route of it all, with this job I can make a difference.” It seems that she had not taken the bait for the lighter conversation and he chose his words carefully. But he could feel it. Their unspoken emotions and Bones’ anger roaring on the horizon. Amelia would never quietly let him risk his life for something she considered could be so easily avoided. She would never understand his longing for hands-on action. Since they were kids Edgar could never keep himself still, that’s partially why their bond had grown so close. He’d nagged and bugged Amelia nonstop since the day she’d been born but over the years that energy had started shifting elsewhere.
“Oh, and are you implying that I’m only trying to copy dad? Like I’m trying to live my whole life in his footsteps?” And this was the anger he’d been sensing. It was finally here and all prospects of avoiding this fight, talking about the Order were out of the question. He had been hoping to tell her in more private circumstances, maybe over winter break if she hadn’t been so busy. But they were back for winter term now, and there was no avoiding it. “I’m not going to die for some shiny badge. I’m not going to die.” No one ever planned on dying early. “That’s not why I chose this job. I don’t want to be Dad. Can’t you see? Like you said the world isn’t changing for the better and I can’t just stand by and wait patiently for something to change. I have to be out there Mel, I have to stand up for what’s right.” He was pleading with her, hoping desperately that she’d see where he was coming from. Despite the DMLE being under the Ministry jurisdiction, he knew there were many Order members within its ranks that had the same agenda as him. Together they could do something about the war, protect those who needed it. “I’m trying to protect Mom. Once I’m out there I can watch over her, make sure she’s okay. I’m sorry Amelia but I can’t just ignore what’s going on just so Mom can feel perfectly safe about the job I’ve chosen. We’re going into a war, no job is safe and I’m not going to let others die right in front of me.” It felt like a stab in his chest, Amelia making him choose between their mother and people dying.
He felt like he was falling apart as she verified all his observations on the climate of the Wizarding World. She wasn’t being dramatic, wasn’t even raising her voice at him but he felt like he was being screamed at. “Listen, we may not have him anymore but that doesn’t mean our family has to be ruined. It does get better, you grieve and you have to find a way to move on with your life. You can’t stay stuck in the past forever, war doesn’t let you stop to grieve the casualties.” His words sounded foreign to him like he was stuck behind a wall of water hearing someone else speak for him. He’d never been more tactical and factual than he was now, talking strangely emotionless about the death of his own father. “I’m still here if you’d let me! You’re gone! All the time! You have no idea about the choices I’ve made, and the things I’m doing because you’re gone!” He’d never wanted to blame her for furthering her career, he knew this is what she’d been planning on doing even before their family grew apart. Becoming independent was just a part of growing older. “Gideon– he’s just been there with me through some things. I don’t want you to feel like you have to choose it as well, I don’t want you to get involved if you don’t have to.”
She was stubborn. That much was certain. That when the winds attempted to move her, she’d remained firmly planted like the mountains. Firm believer in the things she’d managed t4o know over time, Amelia Bones was a stubborn and frustrating girl. Too loud for her own good, too willing to bite and bark rather than resolve. She’d been passionate about many a thing, and Edgar just so happened to find himself categorized under such. She’d loved her brother, her best friend, her family. A life without him hadn’t seemed worth much of anything, and she’d been determined to make him see that. Whilst a war had been brewing, Amelia had managed to find herself faithfully in the middle. Remaining to be something likened to Switzerland, she’d thought, knowing much more about muggle politics than she’d cared to admit no thanks to Rita’s many rants in her ears. Carefully she’d known both sides, had seen what the other had managed to do to one another, how they were willing to lay down their lives for a cause. Was she a coward for not allowing herself to swear fealty to one over the other? Or had she simply found a way to survive, had self preservation taken over. The Bones family was notorious for their views, for their anti pureblooded propaganda that had labelled them pariahs amongst their social circles, had carried the weight of blood traitors. “You think that’s the only way to make a difference?” It comes out sharp, like a knife against a throat. “That you’ll draw your wand and suddenly the world will be at peace? That if you find a dark wizard and lock them up that there won’t be ten fold hiding in the dark?” She’d once believed herself capable of changing the world, and perhaps it had been foolish, but a sliver of Amelia still believed it possible. “Politically saavy or not Edgar, is isn’t as if I’ll just be sitting in some high tower awaiting justice. It’s not like I won’t be trying my hardest every day.” It wasn’t a personal attack, she knew that much, however it felt like a punch to her gut all the same.
“Am I wrong?” It stuns her, the heightened tone of her vocals as she snaps back at him so willingly. Half a years worth of aggression unleashed upon him as if she’s finally breathing for the first time. Releasing something of a burden in which she’s carried. There was little she didn’t share with Isobel, yet this felt almost too hardened and she hadn’t wanted to worry her. Knowing fully well how vulnerable the muggleborns had been as of late to the world. She hadn’t been able to seek out solace in Regulus, however much she’d denied that she’d wanted to. So she’d bottled it up, allowed anger to swell in her like a storm awaiting its release unto Edgar. “You don’t know that, Edgar. You can’t look me in the eyes and tell me that you’re going to get through this, much like I can’t tell you but you don’t see me out here denyin’ it, promising things I’m not sure of.” She hears him out and for a moment her heart weighs heavy that she’d ever doubted him. Yet, there’d been a wall slowly finding its way between them for far too long. A picturesque family, perfectly poised and happy, unlike most other pureblooded homes. Amelia had watched as it was ripped from her grasp faster than she ever could’ve imagined, and in turn she’d distanced herself rather than deal. Rather than awake in the morning to see the face of their mother, eyes puffed from the continuous sobs that broke through the evening. “Fine.” Her jaw clenches as arms cross against her chest, as if reverting back to the emotions of a child who’d been told no.
“So that’s it then, there’s a period on grieving and we’re all supposed to just be able to get out of bed again?” There’s an inkling of heavy doubt within her vocals. She’d mock him if she had the strength. “Dad isn’t just a casualty to be added to a list of faceless, nameless people.” She knew he hadn’t meant it that way, yet she defends him all the same if only because she’d always been her father’s daughter. As stubborn as a mule, as unwavering as the rolling hills that surrounded their home. “Because you don’t tell me, Edgar. I left because I couldn’t be there but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to know, that I deserve to be kept in the dark. You’re gallivanting ‘round with Gideon in this bloody castle as if the world is continuing to spin and this is the first time you’ve even bothered to ask how I’m feeling.” There’d never been a jealousy when it came to the time in which Edgar had chosen to spend with Gideon rather than her. The latter had always been something of another brother, an extension of her family. However, when she’d needed Edgar she hadn’t quite the right idea as to how to go about it. In turn hoping that he’d see, that he’d notice. Yet, he hadn’t and she’d began to dig herself into a hole of mindless work, of long days and nights spent within the Ministry with every ounce of her free time. “I’m not going to choose anything.” She’d remained firm on this stance entirely. However much the world had wanted her to, she’d known the repercussions of doing such a thing and hadn’t wanted any part in it. “I know where I stand, and you should too. I’m not a monster or any less important because I’m not out there risking my life or trying to hunt down whoever was daft enough to attempt to slaughter the bloody caretaker.”
FLORENCE PUGH photographed by David Stanwell on Instagram - January 2020 (x)