Edgar looked over and grinned. âHey!â he replied, his voice coming out enthusiastic even though he hadnât meant for it to sound so happy. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Caradoc had made a pretty significant place for himself in Edgarâs life and he missed the other man when they were apart.
âNo, nothing like that,â he said, blushing a little. âAmelia is convinced that I donât know how to take care of myself and this is my rebuttal to that accusation.â He tried to hide the fact that he was floundering and did not, in fact, know how to make cookies, but he couldnât kid himself. He was hopeless.
âHey, uh,â he started, sounding like an idiot. âWould you wanna, um⌠help me make cookies later?â
Caradoc was speechless - for a moment. âAre you for real? Just...â he just couldnât wrap him mind around it. Was he really just asked to make cookies? By a guy he might have a crush on? In the Christmas season?! âI mean...how are cookies proving ...anything...?â it was weak. His knees were too but thatâs another story. Was reality fucking with him? Maybe he got cursed on this case and he failed to notice it? Some shitty spell like dream-walking or talking or just fucking hallucinating!
His mind started racing with wild scenarios-of fucking course! - and he needed to do something, anything now. âYeah, no problem.â play it cool, you are just two mates making plans to hang out, thatâs it. Completely. Normal.
âGetting angry over it isnât the solution, right?â She looked down. âSorry, I wasted your time with me ranting.âÂ
âHeyâ he leaned closer âitâs alright Em. Worldâs kind of shitty right now and itâs better to rant to me than to accidentally hex some unsuspecting citizen.âÂ
Caradoc stretched and sighed âWell I can see a few options for us to feel better : we can get smashed privately and continue ranting oooor we can go out muggle style and waste some energy. What do you think?â he smiled hoping to lift the mood at least a little bit.
Edgar had something to prove, and by god, he was going to prove it.
For days, Amelia had been on his case about taking care of himself. He knew how to feed himself, dammit! She wasnât convinced and he couldnât persuade her that he was fine, so he had went out and bought all the ingredients to make Christmas cookies.Â
More accurately, he had bought all the things he thought he needed to make cookies. Flour, eggs, sugar, frostingâwhat else did he need? Cookies were like, three ingredients, right? Edgar was confident in his cookie-baking abilities, even though he had made cookies only once when he was younger and theyâd come out burned. He was an adult now, and he could do this.
Checking his watch, he sighed and looked over at the elevator that would take him back up into the Department of Mysteries, then looked around at the people in the atrium, trying to find a way to avoid going back to work.
Caradoc was pretty pleased with his day so far - he just got back from a case, brought back a nice amount of gold for the bank and a lengthy report for Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Now he only had some unpacking to do and some cleaning before leaving for Wales for Christmas.
He was almost out of the building when he saw a very familiar figure power walking to the elevators. Since he kinda(very much) missed the guy Caradoc jogged up to him. âHeeeey hot stuff! Long time no see...did you just rob a bakery?â the bags looked full and he managed to catch a glimpse of the contents.
Caradoc wasnât usually much into hesitation in general. Usually he made decisions based on pros and cons, how it will affect him or others (in that order). Yes of course, everybody have their moments - an impulse, a surge of emotions - but buying a gift shouldnât be random. At least in his opinion.
Obviously he took into consideration the personâs likes, dislikes, lifestyle, age and the goddamn price point. It all looked nice and easy on a paper (Caradoc always made a list before Christmas, he forgot about his grandma once and his family will never let him live it down), what he forgot to consider was his own disgusting personality.
In front of him was a shelf with brand new record players - all shiny and beautiful and exactly the brand and type Caradoc wanted, problem was : they were available in exciting 5 colors. Now that was a gross miscalculation on his part.Â
Which one should he choose?!Â
Pink and yellow ones were out the moment he saw them, just nope. Red one was like wow, but he wasnât sure the person heâs going to give it to was much into the wow factor. Black one was smooth and classy, but wasnât it kinda...ordinary? The blue was first to catch his eye the moment he made it to the aisle - it just popped, but wasnât it too eye-catching? He should decide soon as the clerks were starting to eye him with suspicion.
Caradoc huffed in annoyance and his thoughts wandered back to the person he wanted to give this gift to. Edgar was his...friend? The question mark was the problem.
They made a habit of spending as much time together as possible, which is kinda normal among friends, right? He was no expert but that seemed like a normal thing people actually did. They enjoyed similar things and appreciated each otherâs sense of humor. In other words Edgar seemed to like listening to Caradocâs endless string of thoughts and always reacted with a smile or a comment from himself. He started being more open about himself as well which was a slow, delicate process but it never failed to make Caradoc grin like an idiot when his friend would tell him about some trouble him and his sister got into when they were small. He also got quite fascinated with the muggle world that Caradoc was showing him more and more of. That was all nice and clear, but there were times...
Well maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part but sometimes, certain situations felt...different. His kind of different. Of course he didnât tell Edgar, that would be stupid and reckless! So they ended up almost cuddling on his couch a few times - it was so goddamn small! - so what? Human contact was a natural thing and everyone craved it. As simple as that.
That it still made his insides do crazy acrobatics was his own problem. And Caradoc is gonna deal with that himself! In time. Eventually.
Store clerks started circling him like a flock of vultures.
He sighed and narrowed his choice to black and blue.
Time was of essence - Gringotts was not generous with vacation days and he had to be home in two days or his dad would disown him. Now that he was allowed on the field his days suddenly got shorter and more intense. It was awesome, engaging and exciting but also meant he didnât have as much time to ...do anything really. Or maybe he was spectacularly failing at this adulting thing.
Caradoc huffed and grabbed the blue one - fuck it. Edgar is gonna hate him forever and call him a dork as always, but. Fuck. It.
Still he looked over his shoulder at the black one...
Well, alright then. Amycus didnât hesitate, jumping up and taking a swing at Caradoc immediately, smiling as his fist connected with Docâs cheek. Still smiling as he sat back down, he said, âI did warn you that was an excellent way to get punched. Are you done taking the piss now, or would you like some more?â
As always his stupid mouth got him better of him...! Not that he regretted it. âYou made your point clear, thank you very much.â he swished some blood around in his mouth and spat it out to their left. âJust be careful not to step in that - itâs dirty.â he said calmly without any of his usual sarcasm.Â
âWell worrying a lot incapacitates me, worrying a bit keeps me a lot more useful,â she said with a small smile. âItâs⌠tough.â
âSome people donât want to see. And it doesnât matter what happens right in front of them, If they donât want to know they wonât look,âLily replied with a slight shrug.
âI am personally fueled by anger and misery and chocolate so worrying kinda transforms into that...aside from chocolate.âÂ
 âWell itâs gonna bite them in the ass pretty soon. Itâs already nipping at their buttock. Left one.â Caradoc said with spite.
âNot anymore, I donât,â she murmured sadly. âThe worldâs been stupid..â she paused. âItâs always been stupid, but itâs even more stupid these days,â she insisted.
âWell...stupid is maybe not the right word - cruel, annoying, stubborn as fuck, bullheaded... I still think itâs more peopleâs fault to be honest. Sory to break it to you Em buuut I think that the world itself might be just a victim in this case.â
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