LONELY BONES

“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.”

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Calm before the storm || Edgar & Open

[lucienmelaina]

Maybe I’d do better if I could forget. His words echoed in her ears, sounding even more haunting mingled with the eerie sound of the wind and the waves. It had been a thought that had tormented her as well, during some of her many sleepless nights since they arrived at the Port.

If she could turn back time, she would do it without a second thought. Go back to days filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses instead of screams, tears and surrendered sighs. But she had long ago understood that this was just a distant fantasy, something she could close her eyes and dream about when she got into bed. Sometimes it would even bring a genuine smile to her face and those nights, maybe she would sleep for more than a couple of hours.

But what if she could forget it all and leave it behind? If the memory of the warmth and coziness of the Three Broomsticks stopped making her skin tingle with longing to feel it again, perhaps she could be more useful. She could start envisioning a better future instead of wanting to bring back a demolished past and work harder for a brighter tomorrow for her and the Mud Club.

That was one of the things she admired the most about Edgar. His ability to have hope about what lay ahead of them. Where she saw only more blood or, in the rare case of a slightly more optimistic day, just the complete unknown, he saw something. She wished she could find that single ray of sunshine amongst all the darkness and hold on to it, work towards it and build something out of it.

But this wasn’t her.

His words had been a complete contradiction. No, this wasn’t home, at least not to her. She had burned down her home the night they departed from Hogsmeade. But she had made sure to take a piece of it with her, and that piece was the Mud Club, and she would do anything to protect it. And if that meant leaving Port Montrose, she would be happy to oblige.

She couldn’t tell him all that. She was too scared she would ruin Edgar’s optimism and probably even more scared of his judgement. But at times like this, she couldn’t help but let pieces of her thoughts slip out, even if she would regretted immediately.

“Yes, we’re all they have. But they are all I have as well.”

[ernestedgar-blog]

Edgar never realized how much she had given up that night they decided to leave for Port Montrose. He knew that she lost the one place that she had called home for all these years, but she lost something more then that. She had lost her family, she lost everything.

And while some could argue that maybe others had lost more then she had, Edgar knew how it felt to be in a situation similar to her own. He knew that no matter how little she lost, the pain was still the same. Guilt knew no difference. She hadn’t said much about how Edgar’s brilliant idea had affect not only the group but herself as well. Part of him realized that maybe he was selfish bringing the mud club here. Sure, they were safer here, but was their safety is main concern?

Part of him still believed that his sister was out there. He believed that he spent so much time and energy on trying to find any traces of her or to get new information about what everyone knew of her disappearance. He realized how desperate he had gotten to make sure that the only part of him past was still alive somewhere, no even bothering to make sure that these people he promised to protect were okay.  That’s when Edgar knew he had to change. He had to stop daydreaming about the impossible and make sure that he was doing everything in his will to win this losing war. He would but their needs in front of his own. Even if that meant doing things he necessarily didn’t agree with.

But they are all I have as well.,

That was the part that had stuck out to Edgar. What were the meaning behind her words? Did she think that Edgar wasn’t as concerned or as invested as she was in this group of witches and wizards? That’s when he knew that Amelia had taken over his life, maybe even holding him back from accomplishing all the things that he was meant to do. It was time to move on from the past and continue forward with the plan, no matter how much it killed him to do so.

“It’s going to be okay, you know. We’re all going to be fine. There must of been a reason why we were chosen to lead and protect them. I’m willing to do anything to make sure that they get out of this, that they have a chance to make a better future.”

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lean on me; edgar&sirius

[gwencg-jones-blog]

“Ted– well, if no one else warned you there I suppose I should.  Did you hear about Andromeda?  She disappeared on their journey here, and he’s– he’s understandably concerned,” he sighed.  He was worried too, but he would try his best to stay strong.  He would fail, but he would try.  “And Moody has always been strong.  This didn’t change that– and honestly, you should give yourself more credit, my friend.  You’re alright.”

“We work hard to keep it safe, and we’ve been fairly lucky thus far.  Vivienne was a stroke of bad luck, but hopefully we come to the right decision on her fate before too long,” his hard voice suggesting there was only one path that he’d find appropriate.  The bitch had to die.  “It was a joint effort finding it, but Remus played a big part– and now we just work together to regroup and stay safe.  And we’re better off now that the lot of you have joined us.  The more friendly faces the better.”

He gingerly reached out and touched his forehead just below the cut.  They had worked together enough before the world had gone to complete shit that the proximity didn’t make him uncomfortable.  “Do you want me to fix this for you?  I’m not brilliant at healing spells, as you probably remember,” he chuckled at the memory of a particular flop of an Order mission, “but I can handle this.  You might feel more comfortable if you clean up a bit.  I have a change of clothes in my cottage you should fit into until you can pick up your own– Mary’s been great at mending them and creating more.  And while you change I can go find you something to eat.  Just relax, we’ve got you now.”

[ernestedgar-blog]

Edgar was taken back at his comment. He hadn’t hard about what happened to Andromeda, he really hadn’t stay in contact with much of anyone after all hell broke loose. And even though Edgar wasn’t really close to her, he still worried about her, he worried about everyone. He had spent so much of his time worrying about himself and his family that he didn’t even take the time to realize that maybe others had it worse off then he did. “You’re exactly right, I’m just alright.” He had no room to pity himself, especially not after learning this new information about the order members.

Vivienne was another topic that Edgar didn’t like to think too much about. He knew that she was nothing but trouble and would problem be the reason for everyone’s death in the mud club and even now the port. Edgar even had the opportunity to kill her himself when she first showed her face at the Three Broomsticks. But he couldn’t pull himself to do it, he wouldn’t allow himself to stray from his morals and become a monster that he was afraid of being. Edgar wasn’t so sure now that Vivienne deserved his kindness that night when he spared her yet he wasn’t sure she exactly deserved to face death either. “Hopefully sooner than later, I’m not sure how much more of her I can handle.” Edgar smiled a bit, he should’ve known that Remus had played a part in all of this. “Well we’re just thankful you took us in. We’re more then happy to help out whenever its needed. We owe you that much.”

He stood there and watched Sirius as he reached towards the cut. It really wasn’t that big of a deal and Edgar wasn’t even going to bother messing with it. But if Sirius thought that it should be fix, maybe he should let it happen. “Fine, go ahead. I trust you enough. Whats the worst you can do? And I truly believe you could never mess up that bad again no matter how hard you try.” Healing spells were nothing new to Edgar, he spent a majority of his time around them. And even if Sirius did manage to repeat incident, he could fix that. But Sirius seemed to have done a good job because he hardly felt a thing and when he reached up and touched the area that was stained red just a few moments ago was now smooth and barely showed any signs of a cut even being there. “Thanks, mate. Feels good. And thank you for everything else. You really don’t need to do all of this.” Edgar knew better though, that Sirius wouldn’t let him stay in his soiled clothes or wait and make sure everyone else ate before he did. There was no point in trying to fight it. “That sounds brilliant. I don’t know how many times I can thank you.”

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The Loudest Silence || Edgar & Regulus

Word had gotten around quickly around the port. What else could you expect when there was only a handful of people in a small given area. At first, Edgar wasn’t sure he wanted to give in to the murmurs and whispers that his sister was really dead and the had suspected who had done it. While it would give him the closure that he so desperately need to finally move and and take a step in the right direction of getting a cure together. But what would happened when he knew the person who took the only thing Edgar had left? He wanted to believe that he’d be able to move on and not place blame, but Edgar knew better now. He knew that he’d let the anger and rage slip over him and take control. It didn’t take long for Edgar to give in and to find out what everyone else knew. Once he heard the name, Edgar was shocked that it was someone in the port. If it was any other death eater, Edgar was sure he wouldn’t of dreaded too much on who did it but making sure that his sister did not die for nothing. But now that her killer sat right in front of him, he knew he had to do something.

Scanning the port, Edgar knew he couldn’t be too hard to find, after all they were living on top of one another. The shore and docks were clear of Regulus and Edgar knew exactly where to go to next. Turning on his feels, Edgar stood and looked at the cottages that sat ahead and really thought about what he was going to do. Was he willing to take the chance and get answers to questions he wasn’t even sure he wanted to know? He thought about what Amelia would do if the roles were reversed. She’d be running in their with her fists ready to fight. She wouldn’t stop until she had done everything she could. He knew that he had to do this, he had no other choice. Taking a deep breath in, Edgar began walking towards the cottages.

Not even bothering to knock on the door, Edgar pushed his way through and stood there. There he was just sitting there minding his own business. It wasn’t too late, Edgar thought. He could still leave now and not cause any more riffs that the port would have to deal with. Instead, he slammed the door and watch as the man jumped at the crashing sound. “Tell me Regulus, is it true what they’re saying? Was it really you?” A pain took over his face as he watched Regulus’ facial change as he saw Edgar standing in front of him. “Did you do it? Did you really kill my little sister?”

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lean on me; edgar&sirius

[gwencg-jones-blog]

Something unknown fluttered in his stomach, but he chalked it up to excitement at seeing his old friend alive and well.  They had all lost so much.  He was glad that Edgar had found his way back to the place he belonged– with the rest of the Order.  Port Montrose was far from ideal, but here they were surrounded by people with a similar goal– to stay alive.  Most wanted to stay alive while beating down the evil that had overtaken their world, but with the arrival of Vivienne that no longer felt like a requirement, despite the fact that it should be.  A commitment to the preservation of life didn’t sound like much, but in this situation it was everything.

“You don’t look like shit,” he admitted, retracting his former statement.  He actually thought that Edgar didn’t look quite as haggard as the rest of them.  Perhaps it was due to the rumor that he heard– the rumor of the leadership role that he had taken amongst the other hiding Muggleborns and Halfbloods.  Maybe leadership suited him, a fact that wouldn’t have surprised him in the slightest.  He had a gentle charisma that made you want to follow him. “You look,” he bit down on the inside of his cheek as he thought of the right word.  “strong?  I don’t know.  Ignore me, all this fresh air is getting to me.”

“We’ve been here awhile now,” he continued, for some reason wanting to comfort him– Edgar was a good guy.  He shouldn’t be upset.  “It’s not ideal by any means, but it’s been relatively safe thus far. You all got out and you’re together.  Focus on that rather than the shit situation that brought you here, yeah?”  He paused.  “Okay that was too emotionally supportive, want to go find some food?  I’m starved.”

[ernestedgar-blog]

Edgar couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. He knew that war had taken a toll on him. He felt thinner, probably from missing all those meals due to the lack of food he had and all the stress that was on him. The cuts on his knuckles would mostly likely scar, maybe even those on his face. Surely Edgar didn’t have it as bad as some of the others, but he just like everyone else had something to show for the war.  Some people looked better with it then others. Sirius was one of those lucky few. If he wouldn’t known better, he would’ve thought that Sirius was still living his old life and the marks that he had gained were from his own accord. It was a weird thought, but Edgar couldn’t help but think that Sirius fit right in Port Montrose, like he was meant to be there all along under different circumstances.

Strong was not a word that Edgar would’ve used to describe himself. His sister who always seemed to be in a fight for something bigger then herself was a strong. His parents had to deal with the hate and oppression from their marriage and blood status but were strong enough to show their own children that no matter how much hate there was in the world, love was always greater. But Edgar, he could never see himself as being strong. He wasn’t his family and even though he received many things from his parents, strength was not one of those. And for the longest time, he hated himself for not having that, he eventually came to terms and realized that he didn’t need strength to be great. “Strong? Are you sure you’re not mistaking me for Ted or even Moody?”

Edgar couldn’t imagine how long they have spent in the Port, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to know. The had hardly been there for a few hours and Edgar was already ftelingthe affects of this place. “This place is brilliant. Who even found this place? I doubt any other wizard would be able to find this place on their own. Seems like you guys hit the mother load.” Sirius made a good point. Looking over his shoulder, Edgar watched as the mud club interacting with the other members, seeing some of their hope restored a bit. They were lucky that the didn’t run into any other death eaters on their way. Sure they fought and captured Vivienne, but that came with no small prices. The cut on Edgar’s forehead reminded him of just that. If anyone else attacked them, he wasn’t so sure if they would had made it to the Port alive.

“You’re right, I’m not used to this side of you. Not too sure how I feel bad it yet. Food sounds great though, I haven’t really ate the past few days.”

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Scars That Bleed || Aisling & Edgar

War was a chaotic thing constantly shifting and changing like a hurricane too fast for anyone to catch all of the little tragedies that befell their allies. Lives were lost and shattered in an instant without so much as a shudder touching most of the Order. The Port was another matter entirely. Like gathering an ocean’s worth of fighters and survivors and pouring them into a small pond they brushed against each other with every movement and when so much as a pebble broke the surface the ripples shook them all in one way or another. So it had been with the revelation and arrival of the Nox division. 

Aisling watched the faces of her fellow Port dwellers as they reacted to the newest change with an interest that bordered on concern in many cases. As per usual Moody’s snarls and dark looks made the hair raise on the back of her neck but his borderline hostile reaction to their new arrivals was not the highest of her concerns - Alice will deal with him - instead her eyes drifted to a much gentler face. As soon as she recognized Amelia among the group of agents her gaze had flown to his face quick enough to watch a cascade of emotions fall over it. Wonder and relief waved brightly but the following doubt and pain did not surprise her in the least. His sister rushed to him and joy shuttered over the harsher emotions she had glimpsed but Aisling made note of them. So when she scanned the many faces rushing about and discovered his absence, despite him usually being among the first to go around soothing any disquiet caused by ripples in their small pond, she understood why he had gone.

It was tempting to follow him immediately but she made a quick detour to her room first digging through her basket of treasured baubles for a time until the found the perfect piece of seaglass. It was bright blue and smooth enough to be tucked under a pillow without fear of tearing already patched pillowcases. She tapped it with her wand and muttered codladh sámh before wrapping it in a bit of bright fabric and tucking it in her pocket. It was no carefully constructed spyglass but this time she had words to offer along with her gift. 

Aisling made her way away from the cottages and the milling excitement that had sprung up around the friends and strangers gathered there. She had her own questions for their surprising guests - new residents? they had said they were coming but not why or for how long - but first she felt the pull of a pain whose twin had cut into her own chest not long ago. It was a strange thing to lose someone and have them reappear… like blood rushing from a wound you thought had long since closed into a scar. After some time she found him on the hill. Unlike the first time she had spied him there he was not gazing into the distance but rather slumped against the rock that marked this hill apart from the others and unlike the first time she did back away but instead made a soft noise to warn of her presence before she sat beside him. For a moment she let the only sound be the wind and ocean before she revealed her reason for breaking his self-imposed solitude. “Alice was dead too. I read it in the paper when I was just outside of Cambridge in this little wizarding village… I had written her you know? After the battle and I hoped there might be some word… it wasn’t exactly the message I was expecting.” 

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Standing with the others, Edgar wasn’t sure who he was expected to see pass through their ward. He knew that they were in the same position as those who had found their way to the port, but that was all they knew of them. No idea who their leader was or what orders they were given, part of Edgar worried that the Nox division would cause a bigger riff between the port then the mud club had done just weeks before. That it wouldn’t take much for everything that they had built up here to crumble under their feet. But Edgar did what he knew best and tried to keep a welcoming smile on his face as the members slowly piled in.

At first, Edgar only barely recognized some of the members back in their Hogwarts days when they pass each other in the corridor or maybe share a class or two with them. Edgar wasn’t angry or upset to see these people again, but he wasn’t overjoyed either. It was just more bodies in a cramp little camp, more voices and opinions to be screamed over one another, more trouble as Edgar saw it. But he still recognized the fact that maybe there were people who were relieved to see their friends again and he couldn’t be too upset about it. But then there was a face that Edgar knew more about then just its name. It was the closest thing he had seen regarding his sister in a long time. It was Mafalda. Edgar didn’t even have time to piece together how he felt about having such a close family friend in the port before he saw her. Passing right through the ward was the one person he never thought he’d see again. There stood Amelia.

Everything happened in a flash. Edgar couldn’t remember how he felt or how it happened but there Amelia was wrapped in his arms. Edgar rested his chin against her head as he held on tight, making sure not to lose her again. A relief fled over his body as he kept reminding himself that this was real, that she was really there. But there was something else hidden underneath all that emotion and he couldn’t quite place what it was. Eventually Amelia had let go of him and it didn’t take long for Edgar to vacate the scene. He didn’t we think about where he wanted to go exactly, but he feet already knew the path. There Edgar was on the hill that he had spent so much time hoping and praying to see his little sister again, but this time he actually had her back.

Finding a place to sit on one of the borders, Edgar looked out at the familiar scene. It looked so much different now then it did just a few days. Almost like it knew that things were different now, knew that Edgar was different now. Taking a deep breath in, he tried reminding himself that this is what he wanted ever since he had lost her, but was it what he needed?

Edgar felt her sitting down next to him and kept his eyes looked straight ahead. Even though he didn’t say it, he was glad he didn’t have to be alone. When Aisling spoke of her situation, Edgar found himself turning to her wanting to ask her so many questions. Instead he settled on just one. “How long was it until you knew she wasn’t dead?”  

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lean on me; edgar&sirius

[gwencg-jones-blog]

The world was absolute shit, that much had been proven true time and time again.  The world was absolute garbage.  Terrible things happened to good people and good things happen to terrible people.  Chaos reigned in a world populated by people who wanted nothing but peace. Decent people were forced into doing terrible things in the name of protecting the people they loved– the world was literal shit, and there wasn’t much they could do about it anymore– in the port they managed to find a group that held a delicate balance of trust and mutual care, and that was as much as anyone could ask for anymore.  But it was still shit.

Edgar’s arrival was the first occurrence in quite some time that suggested maybe there were still small moments of happiness left.  He missed the long nights full of laughter and Order missions before the war had gotten too bad.  He missed the new friendship that he shared with Edgar, and he was rather pleased to have him back in his life; but he hated the circumstances it was under.  Edgar deserved his sister– Amelia Bones was absolutely mad in the best way possible, and she deserved to be here far more than some people.  “Clearly you’re mad– you’ve been stuck with the same people for so long that you can’t see that I’m damn well the most attractive bloke on this bloody island,” he chuckled.  “Where have you been?  Heard a rumor you lot were holed up in Hogsmeade?”

[ernestedgar-blog]

“I’m mad? At least I can recognize the fact that I look like shit. But I’ll give you this, you don’t look as bad as some of the others here.” It was almost easy slipping back into the way things were before. Almost like there was’t even a war going on anymore. It was nice to not have to worry about putting up a false facade that everything was fine or pretending that he wasn’t aware of their standing on the battle front and was okay with everything going on around him. And while Sirius wasn’t his sister or his parents, it was still a recognizable face that he had grown to trust over the years.

“Where do you think I’ve been, traveling the world for my own pleasure?” It sure did feel like it when Edgar was on his own trying to find any bit of shelter he could while fighting off the death eaters. Constantly on the run and never being able to stop even for a break, making sure that the last group of death eaters he faed didn’t signal another group. It was no way to live but it was the only thing Edgar could do. “Yeah, we were in the Three Broomsticks. Rosmerta’s parents owned the place and it was a spot we didn’t think they would expect us to be. But apparently we were wrong…And now we’re here.”

[ernestedgar-blog]

Calm before the storm || Edgar & Open

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He frowned at Edgar’s words, but said nothing to the contrary. It was getting harder and harder with each passing day to believe that everything would work out in the end. No matter how hard he tired, it was difficult to go on, day after day with no evidence that Andromeda might make it back to him, no evidence that she was even still alive. With the proverbial they coming soon it seemed, it was an opportunity for that little hope left to hope to come to fruition. But it was more of an opportunity for disappointment, for the last shreds of optimism to be squashed once and for all. 

Even worse than all of that, though, Ted wasn’t quite sure what he would do when the day came that he ran out of that hope for the future, because without even a glimmer of that hope, he had nothing left, nothing here at least. Maybe that was when it would be time to go back to Weymouth. Go back to his parents, snap his wand in half, and live the rest of his life as a muggle. Try to forget about everything that had happened, try to forget how everything had gone so, so wrong. It would be hard, but at least there he would have the comfort of his sea, at least the sky would be clear enough to see the constellations. Here, he wasn’t even given that small mercy.

A small sigh escaped him, before he put the joint between his lips, picking up his wand again to light it with a small flame. He breathed in deeply, letting the sweet smoke fill his lungs, before exhaling a cloud of smoke, already feeling a little bit lighter just from the act.

“How’ve you been getting along, though, mate? Get so caught up in my own shite sometimes that I forget to see how everyone else is doing,” he said, voice quiet.

He looked back at Edgar finally, offering him the joint, just in case.

[ernestedgar-blog]

No one ever asked how he was doing, Edgar was the person that everyone came to when they just can’t take the pain or anger anymore. It was almost as if they were too afraid to hearing something other then optimism and hope come out of his mouth. No, Edgar wasn’t supposed to talk about how he was doing or feeling, he was supposed to make sure that everyone else was well and still able to help keep things running smoothly in the port. He was a healer after all, always putting other and their well beings before his own. Secretly, part of him was a little relieved that he no longer had to keep what he thought bottle up inside of him, just waiting to explode. It felt almost as if he could breath for the first time since arriving at the port.

“It’s quite alright, understandable really. I’d be more worried if you didn’t spend most of your time worrying about yourself. I’m doing alright, better then I thought I’d be if we’re being honest.” Sister dead. Parents dead. As far as Edgar knew, he was the only Bones left after the attack. There wasn’t much to look forward to, at least not for him. Yes there’d be a better future for generations to come, he’d be leaving the world a better place then the one he was given, but what was all of that worth if it meant that he would be alone? Edgar wasn’t even entirely sure where he would go or what would be of him once this war was all over and he didn’t care to think of it much.

“I’m lonely more then anything. Feels like everyone has someone here.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Edgar felt guilty for ever saying them to Ted, someone who had lost just as much as Edgar had. 

“And I do have people but it’s not the same thing, it’s different when you’re someone’s leader, when people look up to you. You can’t go to them like the way the come to you. It’s almost as if they look at you differently when they see you when you’re not entirely all together. They’ve already been through so much, I can’t put them through something else.”

Looking over to Ted, he saw that the joint was being held out for him to take it. Edgar leaned a bit to reached it and rolled it between his fingers before slowly bringing it to his lips.

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Agree To Disagree || Edgar & Frank

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Frank had spent so much of his time in the woods those past months — foraging, digging, planting, lying exhausted on his back amid the moss, making desperate wishes to the sparrows above — that he had begun to dream of them: thick, leafy oaks curtained and shaded his vision, and the wet scent of pine clotted the air. Usually, in his dreams, he was staggering through the thickets slowly, one foot dragging behind in a sluggish gate remniscent of the undead. In his dreams he would trip over a root, or slip on a loose leaf, and his hands would fly out to break the fall— 

Only there were no hands, there were no arms, and limbless he would not only tumble to the muddy earth but through it, slipping into a subterranean realm. Musty and aspyhxiating air would ensconce him, cocooned, only he wasn’t just within the air, he was the air; particulate, empty, a whisper on the breeze. The sombre creak of an oak-tree bough.

He was haunted by these dreams as he now traipsed through the thickets, heading back to the shed. He’d left while the sun still hung high and trembled, amber bait at the top of a fisherman’s rod, but judging from the violet hue of the sky, the day had long since dipped beneath the waters of dusk. Frank hastened somewhat at the sharp realisation of the passage of time — he was becoming even less aware of it, these days, even more inclined to while away weeks in his garden — but, laden with freshly-uprooted plants, could only move so quickly.

He and Edgar and the others had managed to clear out the supply shed at the back of the sixth cottage somewhat, propping spades and rakes against the paint-chipped outdoor walls of the boxy cabin, and even sacrificing an upturned chest of drawers from one of the cottages to tidy away most of the shed’s clutter. In turn they had re-cluttered the place themselves, until by now each possible inch of floor and shelf and desk was covered in plants, herbs, potions. Each surface was caked in mud, and had been so for coming up to months now, and still they were no further than they had been at the start in finding a cure.

Internally, with his ears buried beneath his curling hair, the once-beaming beacon of Frank’s hope for their great discovery was beginning to fade. His light was dimmer now, but it was not easy to see: he hid it well, hid many things well. He always had a knack for concealing himself. 

As he spilled into the room, one foot clattering against a rack of test tubes on the floor, he almost leapt back at the sight of Edgar a mere foot away — “Merlin! Thought you were a ghost!” he said, smile growing as his eyebrows lowered from their jumped-up spot at the top of his forehead. He traipsed across the room barely able to see above the flowers and stalks in his arms, but managed to set them down onto their work-desk without too much breakage. 

Turning over his shoulder to Edgar, he could sense his partner’s bewilderment and mild exasperation, so launched into fervent enthusiasm. “These,” he said, pointing to a silver- and purple-blotched bunch of flowers with hairy stems and leathery leaves, “are liverwort. I read about them last night — long history of medical use, according to Pokeby. Wildflowers, grow really deep in the shade … took me a while between all the snowdrops and everything, but I found them,” he finished, marvelling at the plants with an almost paternal mirth in his eyes.

Frank shifted to pick up one of the other sort he’d gathered, a white-and-purple striped spindly one with lanky feelers, and considered it in his hand. “Fetid addler’s tongue,” he told Edgar. “Smells putrid, but I planted them last November and they’re finally flowering, and they just look…” he glanced at Edgar, eyes full of hope, trying to judge his friend’s opinion. “…Promising.”

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“I very well could’ve been if a ghost if you would’ve taken any longer.” It was almost hard to regain his breathing. That was the thing about this place, it felt almost as if Edgar was stuck with no air around him. Always struggling to try and grasp what little air he could. Almost as if he was on the verge of dying but hadn’t let given up on fighting. And while he knew that there wasn’t much left in him, apparently his subconscious had something else in mind. Maybe he wasn’t ready to give up on life just yet, maybe there was a part of hit that still wanted the chance to go out there and win a war.

How stupid, Edgar thought. He knew better not to get his hopes up, there is only room for them to get destroyed and nothing else. There was no more optimism left like there once was in the young boy. It seemed as if he doubled his age since he arrived at the port with the mud club. Almost like being here was sucking the life out of him. But maybe the port was going to be the very thing that would save him. While he knew that it was a very slim chance, it was the only remainder of hope to be found within him.

The way Frank went on about his findings, the more Edgar couldn’t help but think that maybe everything that was going on wasn’t as bad as he thought it to be. Clearly Frank still believed there was hope in finding a cure to the vanishing sickness, Edgar felt guilty for ever thinking that this was all pointless. Listening closely to what Frank was saying, Edgar was trying to remember as much as he could about each plant and whether or not it would actually be useful in their next round of experiments.

Edgar looked over the adder’s tongue that Frank held within his hands. He could tell that Frank was wearing out thin when it came to coming up with new ideas and combinations to try. Edgar wasn’t sold on the plant yet, but it was one of the few that he hadn’t had the chance to observe and study to see if any part of it was usable. Edgar looked to his friend and offered a faint but warm small. “I think it’s a good starting point for the next batch.”

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“The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”

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Life in the port was monotonous—getup, go on a supply run, try not to piss anyone off too badly.  His life had been diminished to one ofroutine, and he absolutely hated it.  Hewas one that thrived on spontaneity.  Heenjoyed it when life was unpredictable and vibrant.  It was what kept him interested, but moreimportantly, it kept him out of trouble. But all that aside, even in the midst of that hatred, he could see themerits of a predictable existence in the short term.  The war had dulled his love for adventure,and perhaps the thing he hated the most about the monotony was the fact that hewas beginning to welcome it.

Just when his complacency wasbordering on unbearable he got the news of the new arrivals—and he heard thatEdgar Bones had been among them; he hadn’t known Edgar well in Hogwarts—obviouslyhe had known of him, but they hadn’t run with the same crowds; but they hadbecome fast friends in the years proceeding his graduation from the wizardingschool.  It took one dull mission filledwith uninterrupted hours of conversation to turn their status as barely acquaintancesto friends—he was glad for Edgar’s presence in his life, but then the war tookthat as well.

Despite the time that had passedsince the last time he saw the older man, he was thrilled.  He walked steadily around the grounds andbetween the cottages until he spotted the familiar face walking along theshore.  “Bones!  Merlin—you haven’t aged well,” he grinned toshow the jest behind his words.  “I missed you, mate.”

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Familiar faces greeted the mud club as they slowly flittered their way through the ward. Some showed relief when they realized that the people that had found them were of no threat to them. Others walked away when they realized that this was just another group of people who they were going to have to protect and support now. Edgar didn’t mind the looks and glances he got as he helped the members through, he knew that no matter he had made the right decision bringing them here. But with them entering the port, they also brought with them a new major problem, Vivienne and the vanishing sickness. Edgar wouldn’t of been surprised if some of them told them to turn around and take the problem back with them. But surprisingly enough, they took the mud club in with welcome arms, including the very thing that could kill them all.

Once everything was settled in, most of the member of the mud club looked for familiar faces, people who might know what had happened to all their friends and family. The only person Edgar was looking for was Amelia. His hands gripped the notecard that she had sent to him. “Find me in Port Montrose, brother” it said. He had hoped that she would had been there just like she had said, but something didn’t feel right. He couldn’t help but feel as if something had happened to the girl to delay her trip. Surely she was alright, Amelia was a fighter, but not seeing his younger sister made him feel a bit uneasy.

While searching for his sister, his eyes landed on Sirius and his face lit up. It had been a while since he had see the boy and it Edgar was pleased to see that he was still alive and well. Edgar laughed at his remark and made his way over to him. “You know, you’ve looked better yourself.” A genuine smile fell over his face as he embraced his old friend, “I’ve missed you too, Black.”

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Calm before the storm || Edgar & Open

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Edgar wanted to save everyone and Rosmerta knew that. They may have not talked a lot about their deeper feelings and intentions, but it was obvious. While the woman had had a really hard time adjusting to this new life in Port Montrose, Edgar had dived right in, determined to help everyone. He was helping the research for the cure, he was running all kinds of errands and all that with a smile and a few optimistic words for anyone who might need them.

Rosmerta was not like that. All her life, her family had stood out. Not necessarily in a bad way, they were different. There was her father who mumbled words in different languages while he cooked and almost never carried a wand- that was enough for people to give him strange looks, as he must have been extremely forgetful, and so strange, maybe close to insanity, they would say. They didn’t understand, they never would. And on the other hand there was her mother, the definition of untouchable- colorful clothing, jewelry, and always impeccable make-up. Rumors where going around that she was a princess back in her country, all until they heard her talk. Princesses were supposed to be pretty and smile and bow gracefully not argue like politicians with a fire burning in their eyes.

But she loved them both, in different ways certainly, but she did. And they had taught her to put family above everything. For many years, the two of them had been her family, maybe a couple of close friends as well. But now they were gone, possibly dead, although she wouldn’t dare to think about that possibility. That didn’t mean she was alone in this world. She had the Mud Club. Those people, so different in their own unique way, had become the thing she cared the most about, even if things didn’t always work out among them.

And that was why Edgar and her were so different. If the danger got even more imminent -which was happening day by day- she was ready to gather them and get out of that place, disappear. She knew that it didn’t make her a good person, but the most important thing her father had taught her was to be loyal. And in a time like this, with neither him or Dumbledore anywhere to near to guide her, that was the advice she would stick with.

“I miss having a home,” she admitted. The war had helped her realize that home was in fact a false sanctuary- that didn’t mean she wouldn’t give everything to get back to that feeling of security, even if it was false. That could never be replaced and certainly not by Port Montrose where another deathly surprise lurked around every corner. “Do you miss your home?”

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He never really thought about it until Rosmerta had asked. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to deal with the pain that was attached to those thoughts and memories. To final deal with the realization that he no longer had a home. That he no longer had a family. It was difficult for Edgar to remember when he came crashing through the door to his parents house and found them laying down in a pool of blood, body’s stiff and their faces left with an expression of pure terror. To this day, Edgar still wasn’t sure how they had died. He wasn’t even sure if we wanted to know the real reason. All he knew was the fact that it was a hate crime against them, one that they did not deserve.

A pain lingered in his chest as he thought about his parents. How he wasn’t there to protect them from this cruel world just like they had done for him when he and Amelia were just young children. Edgar knew that if Amelia was in his situation, she would had never of let this happened. She was so much stronger then Edgar, she was born a fighter with a will to survive. If anyone in the family was going to make it out of this war alive, it was Amelia. Yet she was no where to be found after the attack on Britain and that’s when Edgar knew that he was wrong. It wasn’t going to be Amelia who survived, it was going to be him, it had to be him.

“I do miss it at sometimes, other times, it’s just a distance memory. One that maybe I’d do better if I could forget,” he sighed. By forgetting, he’d allowed himself to continue on helping for their cause without any distractions. Make sure that what happened to his parents would never happen to anyone else ever again, leaving the world a better place then the way they had received it. They’d be able to ensure that the next generation actually had a fighting chance at peace between all people, but that was only if their side could win the war.

“This is home now anyways. Here is our only hope of keeping the mud club alive and well. It’s too late to take them back to their actual homes, we’re all that they have anymore.”

This was the darkest Edgar had ever gotten around Rosmerta or really anyone else in the port that he wasn’t really close with. He knew that what he had said could change the way people looked at him, how they relied on him in times where no one else could step up to the plate. But it was the truth no matter how painful it might be. The port and the people who lived here were all that some of these people had left. They are their families, they are their homes. They were the last hope of ever living a life outside of the ward in a world that was not overrun by darkness.

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 –––– “And now, you’re only records of my memory.”

Amelia and Edgar Bones

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Down by the Shore || Edgar & Mary

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She liked to be by the ocean. It was a comfort. It was constant, always there. The tides rolled in and out, the waves crashed on the shore, the salt sprayed in the air and misted on her face and hair, the wind swept in from the sea. It was like an old friend. No matter how much time she spent in Port Montrose, she always ended up coming back here, back to the shore. 

Mary had been staring out over the waves for a few moments when she’d felt someone’s eyes on her. She’d turned to see Edgar, standing back a bit, clearly watching her. She’d smiled and waved, figuring that he wanted to talk and hadn’t been sure if she wanted to be alone. Which she appreciated. Sometimes she did want to be alone. She needed to gather her thoughts and give herself time to just be. She knew that if she didn’t, she’d start withdrawing from people, and she didn’t want that. 

“Sorry about what?” She asked, turning towards Edgar. 

She tilted her head, wondering why he’d said he was sorry. There was nothing to be sorry for. He was certainly allowed to be out here, as well. 

He seemed a little subdued, today. Like he felt ashamed. She wasn’t sure why, though. He was allowed to talk to her if he wanted to, by all means. She wasn’t particularly close with Edgar, but she’d still consider him her friend. She’d consider all the Order members in Port Montrose her friends, even if they didn’t agree. They were like a little family, their own unit out here away from everyone else. Sometimes, when Mary missed her own family, she comforted herself with that thought. Maybe she didn’t have her parents, or her brothers, but she had all her friends around her. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” she said, her voice breezy. “Did you want to talk?”

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Mary’s faced light up when she saw Edgar and that lead him to believe that maybe he was wrong in the first place. Maybe things hadn’t been different with the girl, maybe he was just making things up in order to cope with everything going on around them. Logically, it made sense to him. But the other part of him knew that this is something he could never make up, especially since it was Mary.

He wasn’t going to jump to conclusions though, the least he could do was talk to her and see if anything seemed different. After all, they were in the middle of a rough time, it would be strange if the people around them didn’t change slightly from their normal selves. It made Edgar felt at ease when she stood in front of him as if there wasn’t a thing different. Of course though, to the best of her knowledge there wasn’t different going on between them. Edgar had to remind himself that no matter what, the girl in front of him was still the same Mary he knew, the Mary that had slowly become a friend of his.

“Sorry for staring at you. I just kinda dazed out on you for a few minutes.”

Mary hardly seemed upset, that made Edgar go back to the way he was thinking before. He was over reacting and surly Mary would understand if he ever decided to tell her really why he was staring at her from across the beach. That he had ideas that maybe the girl was in trouble and he could maybe guide her like he guided so many others in the port. That is, if she would want him to do that. Edgar would never force his help upon someone who didn’t want it, even if it meant leaving them in a position where Edgar didn’t feel as if they would be safe.

“Well thank you for that. Actually I would love to talk if you have a moment.”

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Calm before the storm || Edgar & Open

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“Suppose so. Don’t much like just waiting around, though, you know? I feel a little antsy. Tempted to go out into the countryside and see if I can find any hint of what’s coming, but I know it’s pointless. Might as well just try not to think too hard about it,” Ted said with a sigh. He didn’t like this feeling in the air. He didn’t like that it made it hard to think about anything else except for them. It was like every time he let his mind go to the thought, to that message and what Arabella Figg had been able to tell them, his heart leapt in his chest, and he felt too hot.

Such a strange dichotomy happening inside his body. Some kind of nervous excitement, but an excitement that he knew he shouldn’t have. He had been accused many times of being oblivious, but he knew better than to let his hope stray too far. Yes, it was there; he had no way of stopping it after months of fruitless searching and hoping and dreaming, after months of grief, he had to latch onto the possibility of something better. But in his mind, he knew that it was worthless. Yet, he couldn’t reconcile the two feelings.

More than anything he wanted whoever the hell they were to hurry up and arrive so that he could get the heartbreak over with and go back to the normalcy of the grief he’d held in his heart for the past two months.

But that wouldn’t happen, no matter how much he wanted it to, because whoever they were, things weren’t going to be “normal” once they arrived. And he knew that Edgar understood that perhaps better than most, since he had been part of the group who had done just that already.

Despite himself, he gave another sigh, before pulling the joint out of his pocket and looking back at Edgar, “Do you mind if I smoke? You’re welcome to some if you’d like. Makes it easier to just go with things.”

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Edgar knew how desperate Ted was to find her. He knew that Ted spoke of roaming the countryside to figure out who was coming to the part, but he knew better. He knew he was more worried about finding his loved one. Edgar couldn’t blame him though. Part of him wished he would’ve done the same instead of giving up so easily. It was unbelievable that no matter what had been thrown at them, Ted wasn’t going to give up. It was something Edgar admire about him. But they both knew that going out alone scanning the countryside wasn’t in their best interest right now and waiting is all that they could do.

“Can’t imagine anyone really likes waiting around, especially in a situation similar to ours. But what else can we do? Don’t worry though, I’m sure everything will work out in the end.” But Edgar never mentioned that by everything working out, that didn’t include the return of Andromeda. While Edgar was all about building people up, telling them that things with the war would turn around. Because even Edgar didn’t know what was going to happen next, but he at least had some ideas that their side wasn’t doing as well as they could have been. He promised himself that he would never lie to someone and say that everything would be okay again when he was certain it wasn’t going to be, this is why he could finish his statement with Ted. He wasn’t going to lie in the face of someone that he considered to be friends with.

Edgar turned and raised a brow at Ted before nodding his head. “Go right ahead.” They all have their methods of staying sane here, or at least having some sort of distraction from their problems. Some people wrote in journals, others found it in gardening, and Ted found his in smoking.

Edgar never had anything against smoking but he never found himself using it as a crutch. But maybe he had a point, maybe it would take the edge off of things.

“I might have to take you up on that offer.”

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Down by the Shore || Edgar & Mary

Edgar didn’t know what it was about her, but something caught his eye. It was necessarily anything that she had ever said to him or even in general. It was something deeper then words could express. There was something more to Mary and he knew that, but he wasn’t sure what.

It was a couple of weeks again, Edgar noticed something slightly different about Mary. There were times in the day were she would sneak around the port, looking over her shoulder making sure that no one was following her. But who was she worried about? There was hardly anyone that Edgar didn’t trust at the port and he figured everyone else felt the same. Yet there Mary was acting differently from her normal self.

With everything else going on around him, this shouldn’t had even come across Edgar’s radar. But he couldn’t help himself as he sat on the rocks watching the girl as she stood near the shore. He had no idea why he had taken such an interest in her, but he thought that if he could watch her maybe he’d get some insight on what it was that the girl was so worried about hiding, maybe even be able to help her. The more he kept an eye on the girl, the more guilt he had felt for watching over her. It was wrong to invade her privacy like this. Edgar began to gather himself and head back to the cabin when he looked back to the girl and saw her waving at him.

He was caught. Edgar was slightly embarrassed because of it. But, he thought maybe this would be a perfect opportunity to be able to have a real conversation with Mary and maybe figure out what was going on with her. Instead of just returning her wave and returning to his room, Edgar made his way towards he down the shore.

“I see you’ve noticed me. I’m really sorry about that by the way, I’m not quite sure what came over me.”