Edgar N. Bones

The Pureblood middle son of the Bones family. The token Gryffindor. A proud son. A proud fiancé. A proud man willing to do what's right by all.

[madeline-hitchens]

Allowing Edgar to move her body into his, Delia rested her head upon his chest and sighed. It was a content sigh though her features softened as she hid her face from Edgar’s view. For a long time now, Edgar had been all Delia needed in order to be happy in life; he was her soul mate after all and she couldn’t see herself spending the rest of her life with anyone different. “You are my knight in shining armour, Mr Bones, you truly are.”

A smile returned to Delia face as she lifted her head off her partner’s chest and locked eyes with him. “What would I like to do with you?” she questioned, swaying in time with Edgar. “I think, first, I’ll have a little kiss. Is that allowed?” Her hand slipped free from Edgar’s light hold and snaked up around his shoulders, locking loosely around his neck.

[edgeofedgar-blog]

Every day of his life now, all Edgar wants is to be enough to deserve the title of Delia's knight in shining armour. If he is responsible for taking her away from the security and familiarity of her family, then the least he can do is keep her safe from harm, make certain she is as happy as possible.

Edgar can't help but smile widely back as Delia lifts her gaze to his with a smile of her own. "Hm," he says in pretend thought. "I suppose it is allowed. After all, there's nothing else that demands my attention except the demand of your lips, Delia Greengrass."

The grip of his hold around her waist tightens as he draws her body closer to his and lightly brushes his lips against his fiancée's. These are lips he's so lucky to have the chance to kiss when he wakes every morning now. Lips he's listens to speak at length about numerous topics. Lips that he admired the first time he saw Delia in the halls of Hogwarts and wished to get to know her better. Edgar offers a moment of the featherlight touch of lips before solidly kissing Delia and enjoying how her taste never changes yet he can never get enough of it.

[edgeofedgar-blog]

London Run-In | Edgar + OPEN

It had been a long day in the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters. Edgar's primary goal within the department is to manage the booking of locations and handling security for the upcoming games. Given the tenuous atmosphere of Wizarding Britain and the Death Eaters growing bolder and bolder with each passing week, the demands of himself and his colleagues have been worse than usual. When his work day finally comes to an end, the middle Bones is eager to leave the office and get outside.

Stepping out of a doorway that magically leads from the atrium to an alleyway, Edgar steps out onto the walkway of a London street, anxious to find himself a place for a cup of tea before he heads off home.

[madeline-hitchens]

Reaching out to take her lovers hand, the light caught the small but meaningful stone embedded into her engagement ring. It was a symbol of their love for one another, the confirmation that Delia was to marry the love of her life and live ‘happily ever after’. She found herself smiling. “I will take her help if it means I get a little motherly guidance; I’m sure she’s got her own ideas that she’s dying to share.”

[edgeofedgar-blog]

The sight of Delia's smile lifts Edgar's own spirits. His thumb runs over the engagement ring on his fiancée's left ring finger as he takes her hand in his and pulls her to his chest to hold her close. Edgar knows how difficult things have been ever since they first started seeing each other and especially since he put that ring on her finger. To see her in a good mood and thinking positively about their upcoming wedding makes the young man so pleased. "Positively beside herself. But I'll save you from being too bombarded."

With his arm circling her waist and his hand lifting their joined fingers upward, Edgar begins to sway where they stand in their kitchen. "Now, I have the whole day off so what would you like to do with me, my dear?"

[madeline-hitchens]

Grinning, Delia shook her head, sending her curls flipping around her face. “You’ll be helpful! Your input is vital,” she assured him. Delia didn’t have the help of a family to guide her through all the important details that made up a wedding. “I need your help with venues, food… guests, colour theme. It’s all important. Well, not that important but it needs to be nice, right?”

[edgeofedgar-blog]

"I will help in every way I can," Edgar responds as he steps toward Delia and holds a hand out for her to take. "I may not know much but we can put our heads together and make it the wedding we want it to be. And for the stuff we both don't know what to decide on, there's always my mother. She's chomping at the bit to stick her fingers into the planning as it were."

[madeline-hitchens]

"It’s a new year so I ought to start making a few wedding plans!"

[edgeofedgar-blog]

Offering his finacee a generous smile, he leans against the counter with a mug of tea in hand. "Please inform me in how I should be useful in the planning. Hopefully I'm not a complete cockup at lending a hand."