( — wallflower. )

EDGAR EDDIE BONES. 7th year. they/he. half-blood. ravenclaw. mute.

[jesperfahey]

[ofandromedas]

Andromeda liked to believe she wasn’t easily irritated. At least, not like Bellatrix. But the maddening slow pace of the person ahead of her was grating each nerve with every sloth-like step. She couldn’t even step around the person less she wanted to deal with the ridiculous onslaught of student traffic headed in the opposite direction.

And to think she woke in the morning believing her day would transpire smoothly.

“If we could maybe pick up the pace…” she mumbled under her breath.

[eddiebcnes-blog1]

          Let it be known: Edgar Bones wasn’t deaf. It was quite a common assumption, originating from people who only ever saw them speaking in sign language; now, if they bothered to actually strike up a conversation with Eddie, they would realize the truth in a second. The Ravenclaw’s hearing was perfectly fine. It was their vocal chords that were fucked up, (no) thanks to a nasty bout of flu when they were a baby.

          When Andromeda Black made a vague remark about how slow their pace was, Eddie thought she was one of those people who wrongly believed they were deaf —- who thought it was okay to say things around them just because they couldn’t  h e a r. 

          So, Edgar turned, half-glaring at the girl. I CAN HEAR YOU FINE, they signed. She probably didn’t speak BSL—not a lot of students did—but as it was, annoyed, they didn’t want to be more communicative.

[arithmvncy-blog1]

She needed to breathe. It wasn’t often that Septima found herself incapable of handling the world around her. They had always prided themselves to be someone who was poised and calm when need be, but even they couldn’t deny that oftentimes she found herself ruled by her emotions. And as proud as she was to be a Snake, there were times when the Slytherin Common Room got suffocating. There was too much, but too little space. There always was. 

So she found solace sitting by the Black Lake. There was enough room to breathe her. No bubble separating them from the rest of the world. It was just them, and the world around them. Until that was, they turned her head to look at the castle and instead saw another student — one wearing a Ravenclaw tie. Eddie Bones, Septima recognised. They were a student in her year. She straightened at the sight of them, before noticing the sketchbook they had. Their eyes narrowed in curiosity. “Edgar,” she greeted. “Drawing the landscape?”

[eddiebcnes-blog1]

          Their unknowing model turned out to be Septima Vector, pureblood Slytherin and slightly intimidating. Well, to be perfectly frank, anyone with icy stares and stone-cold confidence never failed to intimidate them. Eddie felt as if they were being dissected to the core under the chill scrutiny. She was certainly nicer than most pureblood kids, though, nowhere as horrible as a handful of other Slytherins who seemed to get off of teasing Muggleborns and half-bloods alike—including themself—, slurs and insults and even curses thrown around like careless knives. Those people Eddie despised. (Then again, a heart like Edgar Bones’ wasn’t capable of much extreme hatred.)

          HELLO, Ed waved, looking a tad guilty at having been caught, and held up the sketchbook to show the drawing. Nothing colored yet, just lines and some shading. And there it was, the unfinished back of Septima’s head, hair cascading down her shoulders, slightly ruffled by the wind.

[dxnnywclkers-deactivated2016111]

          “It’s not FATAL. You’re so melodramatic, Eddie—I know your life is worth more than a Galleon, but I do need another subject.” He started shaking the vial, the contents fizzing as he did, at least trying to entice the other. “Would it help if I said you have…. uh, a lovely way of signing? Or bribe you with my best liquor? Pretty please?”

[eddiebcnes-blog1]

          A LOVELY way of signing? Eddie fixed him with an unimpressed look. NO. AND WHAT SORT OF BRIBE IS THAT, ANYWAY? YOU KNOW I HATE ALCOHOL. (Except for the sweet, less strong drinks. Those Eddie would ingest—and end up passing out on the nearest flat surface after having one too many.) TRY ONE OF THOSE FOUR GRYFFINDORS. THEY FANCY DOING STUPID RECKLESS SHIT, OR SO I’VE HEARD.

[themusicismymasterr]

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She’s Not There - The Zombies (Begin Here, 1965)

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[themusicismymasterr]

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Go All the Way - Raspberries (Raspberries, 1972)

[indirapatil-blog]

         Indira couldn’t keep her laughter in, and any attempt just led her to silently shaking before peals of giggles left her throat. ARE YOU SURE? she signed back. YOU KNOW THAT BLOND BOY IS KIND OF CUTE, I THINK HE’S YOUR TYPE. I CAN TALK TO HIM FOR YOU.

[eddiebcnes-blog1]

          I AM QUITE SURE, they glared half-heartedly. Eddie’d hoped that, what with the two of them in their last year now, Dira would’ve grown tired of setting them up with people. THE ONE WITH GLASSES? There was a shit-did-I-just-give-myself-away pause. NOT THAT I’VE BEEN PAYING ATTENTION. OBVIOUSLY.

[dylanobrien-daily]

[eddiebcnes-blog1]

@indirapatil

          —- NEITHER! I DON’T FANCY  A N Y O N E  ON YOUR BLOODY TEAM, Eddie signed vehemently.

[arahellawood-blog1]

Ara opened her mouth to protest, a look of faked hurt settling over her features, before closing it again. She couldn’t argue with Eddie’s logic.”R.I.P. ARDIE,” she replied solemnly, placing a hand over her heart. “The most beautiful gay couple Hogwarts has ever known, sadly just too gay for each other. May ARDIE rest fondly in the land of not meant to be.”

[eddiebcnes-blog1]

          ONLY OUR EXTREMELY EXCLUSIVE CLUB WILL REMAIN TO CONTINUE THE LEGACY. With a glum expression, Edgar swiftly made a sign of the cross, going so far as to add a series of noisy, obnoxiously long sniffles. The facade didn’t last long, though, and their mouth twitched, eventually falling open in silent laughter.

[daloochblog]

Some girlies in Ts.

[eddiebcnes-blog1]

          Any reasonable person would have picked a more pleasant place to draw than the Black Lake—yet here Eddie was, in a small clearing near it, sitting on top of a blanket (charmed to be waterproof) with a warming spell cast around their vicinity. They weren’t alone, though. There was someone else in the area, standing much closer to the Lake, quite far from where the Ravenclaw sat. Their back was facing Edgar, so there was no use in trying to tell who the student was. Not that it mattered. The silhouette worked as a nice touch to the otherwise plain scenery, and that was that.

          Eddie held up the sketchbook for comparison, inspecting the drawing with narrowed eyes —- just then, the other student made a sharp turn, locking eyes with them. With the sketchbook lifted in the air like that, it was undeniable what they had been doing. Blushing, they fumbled to lower the sketchbook; they ended up dropping it on the ground, papers flapping loudly.

[lonqbottoms-blog1]

“ better, GREAT, really. me mum sent me a couple of galleons to spend… i reckon i may have enough to smuggle chocolate frogs from honeydukes and hand them to sobbing first years who are homesick to cheer them up. can i count some help from you in giving them out, if ever? “ it was an early christmas for the little ones.

frank then knitted his brows and paused for a while, trying his best to remember the ever-so familiar sign ed was doing. “ guitar, “ he asked in a guessing tone. ( though he was sure of it, of course. it was the very first one he learned from him. ) “ oh, i left it in the commons. some third year was asking if he could borrow it— i’d be a twat not to lend it to him. would’ya like to borrow it, too? “

[eddiebcnes-blog1]

          Honestly, it oftentimes astonished them just how genuinely NICE Frank was. If it were up to Edgar, they wouldn’t have even considered the idea of spending extra money for others; instead, the coins would have gone straight to their own pockets to be spent at Hogsmeade, on sweets and new quills. They grinned, with a wiggle of their eyebrows. AS LONG AS I CAN EAT THE LEFTOVERS. 

          Eddie snickered, amused—of all the signs he could be uncertain about, he’d picked this one?—then gave an encouraging nod. ME? they asked, laughing silently. Appreciating music and actually playing an instrument were two entirely different things. NO, YOU HOLD ONTO IT. I DUNNO HOW TO PLAY AT ALL.

[sybilltrelcwncy-deactivated2016]

                    “ahh.” they giggled, beginning to tame their hair. “more where that came from, i reckon.” they watched their hands with a little bit of a squint. realizing that they also managed to lose their glasses in the night. they looked down at their feet as though noticing them for the first time with a smile. “well would you look at that. i did lose my shoe. shame. i do hope hagrid will find it. though i don’t mind going barefoot, i quiet enjoy it. my morning has been marvelous. quiet? no. why might you ask?”

[eddiebcnes-blog1]

          They’d gone outside barefoot? In this ungodly October weather? Eddie was horrified at the notion. (This was a fact: Edgar Bones DETESTED the cold.) Doubts arose in their mind, but by now, Edgar knew better than to question why Sybill chose to do the things they did. QUIET, AS IN — YOU ONLY MANAGED TO LOSE ONE SHOE, they explained, one eyebrow arching cheekily, and handed over a goblet of orange juice. WHERE’D YOU GO, ANYWAY?

[arahellawood-blog1]

@eddiebcnes

❝Are you breaking up with me?❞

[eddiebcnes-blog1]

          IT WAS NEVER GONNA WORK OUT. Eddie paused for dramatic effect, shaking their head solemnly. GAY, BUT NOT FOR EACH OTHER.

[lonqbottoms-blog1]

frank nodded. “ don’t mention it, “ before conjuring a friendly smile. the bloke always looked forward into bumping into Ed, especially when he was learning bits of sign language from him— an utter delight and a skill that even his mother was in awe of. “ how’s your day so far, buddy? “

[eddiebcnes-blog1]

          Eddie cast a nonverbal Tergeo, which failed to do much aside from making a faint trail of smoke to curl up from the stained spot. They huffed. Why in the name of Merlin did wixen paint have to be so stubborn? (On the other hand, they could draw something else to cover it up —- which would be against uniform regulations, but worth a try.)

          They pursed their lips noncommittally, shrugging. I'VE HAD WORSE. AND YOURS? WHERE'S YOUR GUITAR? they asked, signing slower than usual for Frank’s benefit.