save your breath for someone else

----- ❝ and i was told that the streets were PAVED with g o l d; there'd be no time for getting OLD when we were young.. but it's alright, if you d a n c e with me TONIGHT; we'll fight the DYING of the light and we'll catch the S U N ❞

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daisy-belles:

Expressions as genial as the one that Ed just demonstrated warmed Daisy’s heart. Her gentle soul seemed to function based on benevolence, and the tension that she did not know-nor portray- was hidden in her muscles dissipated the moment that he smiled. Daisy was seldom ever visibly tense, and this instance was not an exception, but when she felt herself relax, her own grin began to expand. “I believe that people are mostly good,” she confided in a voice that dripped honey, sweet and caring and attentive. “—And I believe even more strongly that chaos does not supplant rectitude.” She gazed at him kindly. “—You know, I do not even think that I could begin to count the people in the castle now who are fighting for and alongside us.”

a passing waiter interrupted ed's thoughts and offered a silver platter of drinks to the two of them. the man mouthed a silent 'thank you' in gratitude, turning back to daisy to continue the conversation. she had by far been the kindest person he had the pleasure of engaging in conversation at the funeral, the only one who seemed to truly want to LISTEN to what he had to say. “ in times like these, that's a brave thing to think. ” mused the bruno, clicking his tongue twice. his electric hues twinkled blue at the female and her words. “ ---that's because what we have is worth fighting for. ”

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tribulction:

her eyes remained steady. anyone who knew her could describe her temper as volcanic. it was in any second her cheeks would flood red and her veins would throb. ‘ what a PRODUCTIVE day you’ll have with this marvelous start. ’ the glass clinked loudly as another hand rose, requesting more. gaze never left him for even a second. she was aware of who he was. she was aware of who most were. with everything happening in the wizarding world and the growing tension, the witch found it important to keep tabs on those she could consider a somewhat ally and those she’d brand a  t r a i t o r. life was to become a game, now and bella was choosing her players. her hand reached out, reaching for her replenished beverage. an elbow rested on the counter, barely missing a slight spill that had occurred at her hand. the world was to be reborn and she liked to believe she’d have a say in who could start new and who could find their way six feet under.

his tongue darted out to taste the remnants of the drink, running along his bottom lip in thought. he'd never been a fan of drinking, but being drunk buoyed him during his darkest times and he was not about to let it go just yet. he couldn't, not when sleep did not come easily without it. edgar watched the way she washed down the liquid and knocked back his own, as to show her that he was not scared of her and he did not care for her reputation. teeth baring in a slight wince, he rested his chin upon his hand and his hues flickered across the brunette's features. everyone to him was a suspect and she was right at the top of his list. “ you don’t seem the type to just talk to strangers. are you simply just bored? ”

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alphard, sombrero galaxy

alphard: have you ever lost a friend?

“ i mean i’ve drifted from people–that happens when you grow up, y’know–some more than others. but i don’t think i’ve ever LOST a friend. i mean, i could never upset my mates like that. ”

sombrero galaxy: do you have a crush right now?

“ only on myself. ” his head bowed bashfully, a light chuckle spilling forth. “ truth? no, no i don’t. ”

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narciiissa:

narcissa wasn’t even bothered by the death of the man, she merely attended the service because of publicity reasons and visit the place once more even though she then realized she didn’t even miss the school at all. tilting her head to the side, she looked at the person beside her who was now speaking, making her raise a brow. “ you BELIEVE there were safe places before his death ? ” the blonde asked, now arms crossed as she looked forward, eyes gazing into distance. “ there’s no such thing as SAFE. ”

“ perhaps not safe--but SAFER. ” argued ed with little conviction, but more than enough honesty blinking in his eyes. he knew who she was of course, but he hadn’t anticipated her to reply to him, let alone be so pessimistic. he sucked in a heavy breath, narrowing blue hues at the female. “ the minister was killed, who's to say it's not me next--or you? you think all that money makes you safer? ”

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daisy-belles:

The blonde woman had never been the most talented at discussing eminent political affairs, nor noteworthy scientific discoveries. Her soul was much too free-spirited, and her mind too faraway, for such literate discussions. But when it came to discussions about F E E L I N G S, and about events and promptings which sparked them, any outsider would consider Daisy the academic. She approached Edgar with kindness in blue hues, and reached out to touch his shoulder- a gesture of comfort that she often emulated. Nothing about her disposition was patronizing, for she respected the man beside her, and for she wholeheartedly believed in the optimism that she professed. “This event is so tragic, so….” She searched for the right word. “—-discouraging.” The girl offered him a tender smile. “But I do believe that there are forces working to keep us safe.” 

the genuine concern in the female's tone made his clenched fists uncurl. an unbridled honesty in her big blinking azures that almost made ed forget why they were even there. he didn't even mind that she had touched him. the bruno bowed his head in a nod, his hand rising to trace his stubbly jawline. forces working to keep us safe -- like the order -- most definitely not the ministry, he mused to himself. “ i believe it too. ” breathed edgar, lips curving into a tender smile to match the female's. “ there are people--organisations that care all too much about the wizarding world to let supremacists overtake it. ”

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tribulction:

hog’s head. september third 11:35 pm

          nails were chipped, no longer perfectly polished. the three broomsticks was where she spent her time during the day but it always felt tedious to be there. she never could find herself on the same page as someone who hardly stepped foot in knockturn alley. it was fascinating  -  -  the dodgy reputation had been what pulled her in. borgin & burkes was where she went to furnish her bedroom and the hog’s head had the perfect atmosphere. there were no eyes frequently roaming the room.  ( everyone was already preoccupied with hiding their own shame. ). her bright red lips pressed against a cloudy glass. as she returned it to the counter, she couldn’t help but wear a look of satisfaction at the visible stain from her lips. a thumb raised, pressing against her lower lip  -  -  eyes GLUED onto another individual.                      “ a bit LATE to go out drinking, isn’t it ? ”     she raised her hand halfheartedly before her drink had refilled itself. and with a slight tug ( oh how marvelous sticky counter tops were ) she let the liquid burn down her throat. 

he sat hunched over various quidditch reports, lips pulled to the side in deep thought as he gnawed at his inner cheek. the brunette didn't particularly like this bar, with its sticky floors and thick smog, or anywhere in knockturn alley as a matter of fact. but, there was a quiet he found in this pub that the leaky neglected to have. here, no one knew him and no one asked questions. he even found himself listening to conversations, almost BEGGING to hear something helpful that may benefit his own personal expedition or the order. it was certainly full of those type of people. ed threw a hand up to gain the bartender's attention, his own diverted by a striking voice reaching his ears. blue hues traced along the bar, up to the speaker’s glass until they fell upon the female. instantly, he felt shrouded in an itching discomfort that told him to mind his own business. nevertheless, he had never been the type to be anything less than POLITE to anyone - never mind who they were. he straightened in his seat, lifting the now full glass to suspend on the brink of his lips, and muttered in reply, “ or EARLY if you think about it. ”

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arielmackays:

ariel snorted unattractively, nodding her head in agreement. “you could say that again,” she murmured in response, eyes darting quickly to ensure they weren’t about to be scolded on minchum’s WONDERFUL CONTRIBUTIONS and AMAZING IMPACT on the wizarding world by some elderly lady. “an anus? goodness, i love your colourful imagery. though i certainly agree with you.”

his teeth clamped upon his bottom lip in an attempt to resist a smile at her mocking as he threw his hands up in surrender. “ alright, alright--not the best example. as a writer, i should’ve come up with something a little better, i admit that. ” edgar glanced over both shoulders suspiciously before offering his hand to the blonde, lips pulling to the side. “ edgar bones. it’s nice to meet you--despite such UNFORTUNATE circumstances. ”

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mrymcvnlds:

Mary downed the contents of her glass in one gulp and placed the crystal glass on the tray of a passing server. Her hands itched for her pen and she clenched her fists to resist the urge of writing something down. She was under strict instructions NOT to report anything, and she was bored enough and tipsy enough to punch someone or start smoking again. She heaved a sigh as she leaned against the back of her chair, smoothing out her black skirt.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I wish I was at work.”

chin resting on his hand, the man looked over at his fellow reporter with a small smile tugging at his lips until a chuckle broke through his features. “ what?! and miss the walk down memory lane--you must be CRAZY. i, for one, have enjoyed seeing all my old kissing spots and where i carved my name into the courtyard wall. s’not like work is going anywhere. ”

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lilyev:

“ — you might have spent some of your best years here, but i’m still hoping my best years are yet to come, ” lily retorted teasingly. she shrugged wordlessly at his last comment. he was right, of course, and she was sure everyone here was thinking the exact same thing. the expected sorrowful mood of a funeral was barely concealing an underlying, unspoken fear. “ — they’ll be stepping up security now, though, ” she added, ever the optimist. still, lily couldn’t deny that she was on edge too.

he snorted softly, yet he couldn’t help but agree. he wished the same, though he had a feeling his own had already passed. ed forced his hands into his pockets and glanced at those around them. while there were no tears, there were few smiles and it was clear the consequences of minchum’s death weren’t just clouding his mind. “ true. just seems a poor way to repay the guy though, considering he’s already dead. ”

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tdtnkisms:

Ted sat at the Hufflepuff table, running one hand over the inscriptions in the thick, aged wood. He glanced around the hall, feeling embarrassingly out of place in his faded dark jeans and an inability at successfully entertaining small talk. He eyed up the champagne flute in front of him, curiously holding it between calloused fingers. Experimentally taking a sip, his face scrunched in disgust as he tried not to cough at the bubbles flooding his mouth. He placed the glass delicately on the table, pushing it away from him.

“D’ya reckon it’d be rude to ask for a pint?”

edgar swiped the glass ted placed down into his grasp, looking over it in curiosity before taking a dubious sip. he placed it down and nodded slightly, lips twisting into a satisfied smirk. they must’ve certainly liked minchum, he thought in amusement as he finished the glass off in one. “ only if you neglected to get me one, tonks. ” his fingers drummed on the table slowly as blue hues danced over his housemate’s features. while the both of them were part of the order, they didn’t cross paths all too much anymore. “ life treatin’ you good, i take it? ”

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he had felt his own sting when he heard the news of minchum. he didn't particularly favour the older man's softened approach to the death eaters and any other threat, but it was his desultory attempts to find his parents killer(s) that had left ed foaming at the mouth about the minister. however, now he was dead and things were a little different. he worried about how many more people would die if the minister himself could be so easily PLUCKED from the living. “ is anywhere even SAFE anymore? ” he grumbled, raising bushy brows at the person besides him in question, unable to keep his irritation at bay.

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emmvcnce:

Emmeline walked down the corridor, looking up at all the paintings she remembered from her youth. The woman smiled and looked out the window, looking at the black lake in the distance. She turned to the person next to her, “It’s great to be back isn’t it? Honestly.. I miss everything about this place.” 

ed wandered - almost lost - down the same halls he had once confided and felt safe within. yet, it didn’t feel like the same place at all. things had changed so much in the seven short years he’d been gone, he was rougher round the edges and it showed in his frowning features. his hand rubbed at his neck in discomfort as he shook his head in disagreement. “ perhaps if it were under BETTER circumstances… ”

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ed flipped the sickle in his hand up into the air, before snatching back into his grasp. he breathed out heavily, cheeks billowing with the sheer weight of his sigh. “ – hard to think–we spent some of our best years here. ” muttered the hufflepuff back as his sullen gaze lifted up to the castle, still looking darkened by current events despite the accumulation of lit candles around. 

“ the aurors will try and the ministry will try, but the death of a minister does not say great things about our security. ”

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“ truth is–-the guy was a bit of a dick. ” murmured edgar in response as he drank deeply from his own glass to dull his bitter tongue.

the ministry right now were not his biggest fans and he couldn’t help thinking that perhaps the death of minchum would hold out for a better leader in bagnold. “ he did his best i’m sure. but the guy talked so much shit I’m surprised his mouth didn’t turn into an anus. ”

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CHACE CRAWFORD —— Was that EDGAR BONES? I heard the 25 year old HUFFLEPUFF alumni is now a JOURNALIST. Fitting, seeing as how HE’S siding with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. They always were HONEST and HARD-WORKING, though sometimes they could be SUSPICIOUS and INDECISIVE. Some used to call them THE IDEALIST. 

and here’s ed..

so he’s all about trying to make other people feel good, it’s so important to him that the people around him are fulfilled emotionally before he is

bc he’s such an idealist, he has such poor practical skills and has a hard time following through on things and has developed awful procrastination or simply just discards things – he finds it sooo hard to focus

Amelia is his life and no one will ever come as close to him as her. they keep each other sane and his life is v much led by her guiding him on what he should do bc she has her shit together and he doesn’t even tho he’s older than her lol

he joins the order bc he despises any sort of inequality or prejudice (often getting himself into fights in Hogwarts and still now) over differences in opinion. he also gets irritated with the ministry sometimes about their lack of action and so joins for this reason (they’re especially ineffective in trying to find his parents killers)

his and Amelia’s parents are targeted it is thought bc of his involvement with the order as well as their high profile positions in the ministry and so for months he resented being part of the order and even disappeared for a few weeks to deal with his grief after a bust up with moody, before coming back as though nothing had happened !!

he’s really suspicious of people atm bc of the war and is seeing every move and every word as part of something bigger

he tries to be honest in every situation, which tends to get him in trouble a lot

he’s had about 5 different jobs since graduation, working in an ice cream parlour, as an auror-in-training, bartender before successfully being accepted into a cursebreaker training programme - which was derailed by his parents death and short-term breakdown

he now works for the prophet as a quidditch reporter and couldn’t be happier - meaning he regularly gets free tickets to games oi oi ladies x

ultimately the perfect end to this war would be getting rid of the death eaters, his friends and Amelia living to tell the tale – but the one he is most hellbent on is finding the murderers of his parents and making them pay

HE JUST WANTS TO BE DOMESTICATED N MEET SOMEONE GREAT AND SETTLE DOWN AND HAVE MINI BONES’ SO BAD

basics

name: edgar william bones. age: 24. zodiac sign: pisces. personality type: enfp - the campaigner. moral alignment: lawful good.

habits

one bad habit: he’s a really messy pup. one good habit: always tells his friends and family how much he values them. one habit they can’t break: procrastinating. one they’ve broken: biting his nails. what they’re afraid of: losing amelia and not finding out/being able to avenge their parents murderer(s).

what he prefers

coffee or tea? coffee. showering in the day or night? day. taking baths or taking showers? not fussed, but showers are quicker. tv or movies? movies. writing or reading? writing. platonic or romantic love? platonic, though he loves the idea of being in love. iced tea or lemonade? lemonade. ice cream or smoothies? ice cream all the way, duh. cupcakes or cake? cupcakes. beach or mountains? beach.

possible connections

ex-girlfriend: I want angst!!! probs broke up bc they wanted two different things - he really didn’t have his life together until much recently so I can see it being something to do w this. he’s grown up a lot and may be looking to try and reunite with them either platonically or romantically, depending on how messy the break up was?? he hates leaving loose ends and being on bad terms w people so he will constantly pester them into loving him again if he has to

housemate: he used to live with Amelia until she kicked him out for being too messy lol so he found someone - either a friend or through an ad in the prophet - to live with. pretty flexible w this one???

devil in disguise: basically his parents murderer. I’m not sure how we can play this out but I’m defo up for discussing it as there’s probs so many twisted ways to hehehe