Edgar Gideon Bones

Pureblood | 26 | Hufflepuff-Alumn | Order | Curse-Breaker

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sweet tooth

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sinistraxlowe‌:

It was a strange sort of day. Sinistra woke finding herself curious enough to not enter what would be known as the “proper Wizarding World”. She needed research where she didn’t have to wear a certain attire, looking a certain way. On occasions such as this, she convinced herself her research for the day was more simple. However, she wouldn’t admit that she wasn’t after notes for her book. Everyone needed time to themselves and Sinistra was exhausted.

She threw on slacks, a loose blouse and oversized sweater before walking outside in the crisp, cool air. Sinistra didn’t look like her normal self, not expecting anyone to recognize her. There was some comfort in that. It had been so long since she looked in the windows of the shops surrounding her, not focusing only on her reflection but gazing at the wares they had to offer.

Sinistra passed by Honeydukes, not wanting to look inside. She didn’t want to feel like a child. She was a grown woman, one on a mission, once that candy had nothing to do with. When that thought disappeared from her mind, she accidentally glanced up and saw an unexpected familiar face. Edgar Bones. She hadn’t seen him since traveling. Since they both traveled. It was a brief interaction but one Sinistra remembered.

Walking in the shop, she looked at Edgar, wondering if she should approach him. But it was too late. He saw her first. Sinistra gave him a small smile. “Does that happen to be a drink from the vast lands of Arizona?” 

Edgar did a double take as he looked over to the customer he had initiated an interaction with. Brunette. Beautiful. Dimples. “Sinistra,” he breathed out her name in wonder and in delight. It had certainly been some time since he saw her - and a very brief interaction that had been as well. He’d have to remedy that today. She was the very embodiment of warmth and coziness in that moment. Probably much more charming than any cup of hot cocoa.

Nodding, Edgar gave a charming smile, “Indeed, it does. Anything with a hint of spiciness accompanied by sweet seems to come of there. Something with a kick.” Chuckling, he looked her over once more, unable to help himself, “It’s been far too long, but you look wonderful. What made you stop by for candy?”

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sweet tooth

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polyglotdubois‌:

Elizabeth didn’t get to return to Hogsmeade as often as she’d have liked despite having some of her best Hogwarts memories in the place. She could never forget the look of shock on Professor Flitwick’s face when she came back with over a dozen large bags of gifts for people floating behind her (alright… eight of them had all been for her, but still). So with a day off she’d been hitting the village, specifically the shops and already had four pretty full bags floating along behind her as she made her way down the streets.

Honeydukes called her of course, her Mama loved wizard sweets and she planned on making up a large halloween assortment for her. She opened the door and floated her bags in first before following and closing the door behind her and waving to the kindly woman behind the counter. She was recognised now if only for her habit of buying… a lot. Luckily the shop seemed pretty much empty except for one other person who, upon closer inspection, lt seemed she knew!

Walking closer she caught his words and grinned, “Oh things other than spicy cocoa can get me hot and cozy, but I’d be willing to give it a shot.” she teased with a wink, taking a bottle of it off the shelf and popping it into a basket… it would be very full by the time she was done. “Haven’t seen you in a while Edgar, how’s things?”    

A blush crept onto Edgar’s cheeks at Elizabeth’s words. He forgot how comfortable she was making such tantalizing jokes - just as much as he did! It was a pleasant surprise that had him chuckling. “Oh, to be sure, and me as well, but there is something about hot cocoa in the fall that just makes it all picture-perfect. Don’t you think?” he asked with a charming grin. It had been quite some times since he’d seen her in school, but didn’t mind in the slightest.

His eyes followed the bottle she took off the shelf and into the basket. “What else do you have your eyes on to get?” Edgar asked with a grin - as though it was his loot too. Putting his hands in his pockets, Edgar gave a shrug, “’Ts good to be back home. But I do miss all of the adventures. How are things with you, Elizabeth. I hear you’re working with goblins now, right?”

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sweet tooth

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marymmac‌:

Mary didn’t come to this part of Hogsmeade very often. Truthfully, she didn’t have much need to, and it wasn’t as though she went out of her way to venture places she didn’t absolutely have to nowadays. She’d loved coming to Hogsmeade when she was in school, the purely wizarding community novel and fascinating to her, wandering into all the shops with a few galleons in her hands, browsing everything the place had to offer before finally, always, deciding on something from Honeyduke’s to satisfy her sweet tooth. 

Call it a sense of nostalgia, but seeing this place again filled Mary with a kind of warm feeling, something she couldn’t say that she’d felt in quite a long time. At least momentarily, the constant sense of unease that had been following her for close to two years seemed to subside as the sweet smells flooded her senses and she stepped through the entrance.

She’d first told her parents about this shop when she’d learned of its existence, and sending them back some candies from her had become almost a tradition. Her father swears that he’s never tasted anything better than their chocolate, believing himself rather funny when he insists that they must be made with magic. It had been a while since Mary had sent anything home to them, too long, by quite a few months, so she’d arrived at the shop in the hopes of rectifying that. 

She was perusing the display at the front counter when she heard someone beside her speak up, turning and offering the man a warm – if somewhat forced – smile. “I’m sure it would.” She cooed, “I had my eye on those, though.” She pointed through the glass at some vibrant yellow hard candies – ultra sour, the label read. “How sour do you think it really is? Surely it’s an exaggeration.”

Hearing the other’s reply beside him, Edgar grinned. Turning to her, he looked her over. She didn’t seem familiar from school or the Order. Perhaps one of the former students at Hogwarts that had graduated recently. There seemed to be so many of them! Even so, she seemed lovely. His gaze peered over to where she had gestured. “Ah, yes!” he said delighted, “Sherbert lemons,” he chuckled, remembering fondly of how he had come to find they were the Headmaster’s favorite candy.

“Well,” Edgar started with a bright smile, “as someone who used to work here and snack on every candy as a meal,” he laughed, giving a nod, “they are extremely sour. Not enough to keep your lips puckered, but a good kick to the taste-buds. But it’s the aftertaste that’s the best. Very sweet and worth the sourness you have to get through.”

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sweet tooth

WHO: Edgar & OPEN WHERE: Honeydukes  

Hogsmeade. An old stomping ground for Edgar Bones. During the summertime, between terms at Hogwarts, he took up jobs at both Zonko’s Joke Shop and Honeydukes to make some extra coin. It was a good thing too. Helped pay for his ventures around the world with his career as a Curse-Breaker out of school. And, of course, to alleviate his own sweet tooth. Even when the whole world seemed damned, there wasn’t a cure he couldn’t find within the candy shop he used to work at.

The bell rang as he entered the familiar shop, with the owner Ambrosius Flume - and his wife - both over excited to finally see him again. They flogged him with hugs and showered him with a couple of new treats to try out. It had been a while since he set foot even near Hogwarts - let alone Hogsmeade. Now, he entered the underground world of London and much of the Muggle scene. Although, perhaps with everything that happened at Puddletown, he felt nostalgic, wanting to return to something familiar.

Now, Edgar’s favorite candy would always be peppermint toads. However, this time, a particularly spicy hot cocoa seemed to pique his interest. Must have been the influence of Arizona. Edgar bit down softly on his own bottom lip, finding himself saying his thoughts aloud as he wondered, “Bet a cup of that will get you nice and cozy.”

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ministry-bones‌:

WHERE: Home, shared flat in London WHO: Amelia and @goldenboybones-edgar

Lately, things at the ministry were hellish. It left Amelia second guessing herself. Maybe the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had not been a good choice for her? Between multiple disappearances and attacks on muggles, the paperwork just seemed to be piling up and every one was in a sour mood.

Amelia groaned miserably as she made her way into her apartment, kicking off her heels by the door and heading to the kitchen. She opened the nearest cabinet, quickly rummaging through it until she found a single mini bottle of vodka.  Amelia made her way to the living room, plopping down on the couch, cracking the bottle open and taking a long drink. 

Something smelt awful. Amelia scanned the apartment for a moment before spotting the culprit. Edgar’s stinky socks. Had he always been this dirty when they were living with their parents? She could hear her brother milling around in his room. “Edgar!” she called, “Your socks smell worse than dungbombs!”

Some things just made sense. Sharing a flat with her brother seemed reasonable when they had discussed it. They both wanted to live in London. The two had lived together for the majority of their lives. Most of the time they got along fine but Amelia would be damned if she was going to pick up her brother’s dirty laundry for the hundreth time.

It made the most sense - moving in with his sister. With Edgar having a job as a Curse Breaker, it meant travelling all around the world for months at a time. Not a great trait to have when trying to sign a lease for a flat. However, now that he was back (for good, if he didn’t want to keep denying the inevitable truth), the siblings sharing a flat seemed like a reasonable things to do. They had lived together, after all. Knew each other’s quirks.

Although, that wasn’t to say that since Edgar had been all over the world, travelling by himself, he hadn’t picked up any new ones. He’d become much more disorganized with his worldly possessions - particularly clothing. Much of his own room was strewn about with robes, shirts, jeans, shorts - albeit clean. Mostly. Sometimes he missed a sock or two.

After a particularly long day of research, Edgar found himself in his room, looking for anything that might salvage his boredom. If he wasn’t off with his mates or on a date, he took to music. Or reading. However, if he looked at any more papers, he was sure his brain was about to explode. About to put on a record, he heard his sister shout from the other room.

A chuckle surpassed his lips, calling out, “They smell like roses!” Edgar grinned, slipping out from his room to gather his smelly article of clothing. Taking the socks, he said, “Sorry ‘bout that,” and laughed before plopping himself on a chair across from her. Looking to the wine, he asked, “Long day, small fry?”

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This Calls For Butterbeer!

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asavinggrvce‌:

        Quidditch was by far her longest relationship and Grace was proud to say that it was still going strong. She may not play anymore but she certainly still loved attending. And she had managed to snag herself a ticket to the British League final where Puddlemere United took home the win. The whole game was exhilarating and now, nothing was left but to celebrate with what seemed like the rest of the country.

         Grace made her way into event that had been put together by the ministry and not even a minute passed before a drink was past to her. She happily sipped from the butterbeer as she made her way through the crowd and soon was greeted by a familiar face. She grinned. “Completely brilliant,” she said though her voice was a little hoarse from all the cheering. “Not surprised to see you here,” she teased her friend softly.

Hearing the hoarse-ness in Grace’s voice made Edgar chuckle slightly. His own was a bit ragged, feeling the tenderness as the laugh continued. It had been quite some time since he’d seen his own friend - traveling all over the world, and such. Still, she looked just as beautiful and was as stunning as ever. Now that he was back, he would have to make time to see all of his Hogwarts friends once more. He had with his best friend along with others, but perhaps he needed some kind of house party in his flat. Although with the celebration around them, it seemed to suit for now.

Grace’s teasing brought a bright smile to Edgar’s face, “Now what’s that supposed to mean?” he laughed, winking. Of course the pair had played together - as well as shared a common room. “Not surprised to see you here either,” he grinned, “So who’d you come with, Grace?” he sipped from his own butterbeer, eyeing it for a slight moment to make sure he didn’t have to get more any time soon.

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This Calls For Butterbeer!

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rvnclawcursebrkr‌:

She wasn’t as out there as most but Esi has always been into sports. She wasn’t a player but she loved to watch them. The war tension oppressive but sports made it easier, it’ll certainly never be easy but easier is good. It shouldn’t have surprised her that the ministry would host a celebration. The fact that the Minster themselves is here was shocking! However, not passing an opportunity to not deal with work and outside stress, she decided to come. Luan wasn’t coming, preferring to go out with his small group of friends. As long as he’s responsible Esi didn’t mind.

At this celebration, she was more than willing to have a drink or two. Esihle wasn’t one to get drunk and wasn’t going to start today but she was going to have a nice time. Her night went from good to great seeing that Edgar spotted her and had a drink in his hand. “Yes it was a wonderful game, I’m surprised you saw it with how busy you are!” She said giving him a playful nudge “It’s good to see you after all this time umphathi!” She didn’t hesitate to give him a hug, which given her height was a little challenging but she got it. Esi couldn’t exactly remember the last time she saw Edgar but given their jobs, she tries not to hold it against him.

“Esi!” he called as Edgar stepped up closer - able to make out her beautiful features better now that he wasn’t so far away. It had been some weeks (perhaps even a month or more?) since the last time he’d seen his friend and colleague. Edgar could only hope that this would help make up for it. He would certainly have to make time from his busy schedule to see her more often. Not everyone got to see such friendly faces in their line of work, so he was appreciative of that.

Once Esi began to tell her surprise of him getting the time away, Edgar gave a playful shrug, “Well, Amelia invited me. Can’t say no to family!” he explained nf chuckled as she gave him a nudge, “It’s good to see you too. How’ve you been, umngani?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t offending from trying to pick up her language here and there; just wanting to make her feel more comfortable. The hug brought a bright smile to his face, squeezing her close for a moment before letting go, “It seems like our catch-ups get further and further apart. Sorry about that, Esi.”

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marles-mckinnon‌:

✻ WHERE ✻  Puddletown, Dorset ✻ WHEN ✻  Puddlemere United Victory Celebration ✻ WHO ✻  @goldenboybones-edgar

“Don’t even bloody think about replacing me, I’ll be back in a second! I just need another drink!” Marlene laughed as she called over her shoulder, shoving her way through the increasingly dense amount of bodies that were camping by the bar top, making it nearly impossible to get refills.

Pouting her irritation, Marlene careened up onto her tip-toes, trying to get a good look over the crowd to see if there was perhaps another place to refill her Butterbeer. Who she spotted instead, however, made her heart drop in her chest. Right down to the pit of her stomach where it awoke all those silly butterflies, her infatuation with Edgar Bones now a guttural reaction, it seemed.

She’d been drinking too much for too long to have any reservations now. Fun & games forgotten, Marlene wove her way back out of the crowded line, half jogging over to him. When she fell into his line of vision, Marlene’s knees almost gave out from under her at the bloody smile lighting up his face, practically beaming sunshine at her before she’d even approached.

“Bones!” she called out her greeting, the only warning he gets before she’s racing towards him. Honestly, it’s the most natural thing in the world to Marlene, for her to close the distance between them and leap into his arms for a hug - knowing he’d catch her, and she doesn’t even question her blind trust in him ( although it may just be a result of the inebriation running hot in her veins ).

Laughing breathlessly, Marlene blushed as he placed her back on her feet, hands slipping from around his neck so her palms were resting on his chest, not bothering to put any other distance between them. Was she coming on too strong? Probably. Did she care? Absolutely not.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Marlene quipped with a playful shove, finally taking a step back. The grin on her face was merry, brown eyes gazing up at him with that doe eyed look she usually reserved for behind his back, when he spoke at Order meetings; if she thought her crush on him had been grossly obvious before, it was nothing compared to right now. “Need a drink, yeah?” she asked cheerfully, both a question and a statement, holding her own empty mug up in solace.

Edgar Bones had made a good time for himself at the game. Having gone with his siblings, he was reminded of why he had come back from his worldly travels. It was all for them; to protect them. However, catching up with Fabian and Gideon - and other friends within the Order had certainly made it all worth-while. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed out on until he returned. The opportunities...

Speaking of which, Edgar’s attention was fully on the young woman making her way towards him. Marlene McKinnon. Grinning brightly, Edgar chuckled a bit. An opportunity for something more than a fling...friendship...more than anything he’d ever experienced. Never before had he felt the way he did when Marlene worked her way back into his life. Usually, it was all fun and games, good partings - but after his date with Marlene, Edgar knew he wanted something more. Perhaps for the first time. While they hadn’t kissed, his lips burned remembering how thy pressed against her hand and cheek  and how well their date had gone, catching up after so long.

Now, seeing her here before him, Edgar caught Marlene in his arms easily. “McKinnon!” He said happily; the faith she’d put in him to catch her was almost instinctual. It all felt...right. Holding her close, he spun them both around a time and a half, putting her back on her feet. His stomach felt twisted and funny, knowing he just wanted to keep close to her, more than pleasantly surprised as he looked down to her. 

The hands on his chest made Edgar blush, moving his chest further into her touch as he took a breath. His own hands clasped behind at the small of her back as his arms enveloped her in his embrace. Were they closer now than before? Much. Was he coming off too strong? He hoped not. But looking into her eyes, Edgar knew it was all right.

Finally out of the seemingly daze he’d been put in because of her, Edgar chuckled at the playful shove. “As if I’d miss this match!” A bright smile was plastered on his face, his blue eyes meeting her doe one - and felt a shiver down his entire body - feeling goosebumps running up his arms. “I’ll get it for you. You must be tired of fetching everyone else’s drink after all.” he grinned, then his long arms reached over to the bartender, placing both of their mugs down, “Two spiked ones, mate.” and looked back to her the mugs were filled, “Who’d you come with?” he asked, tipping once the drinks were done and gave Marlene hers - a charming smile hoping to captivate her as much as she had him.

[goldenboybones-edgar]

This Calls For Butterbeer!

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viciouslestrange‌:

If there was something that Bellatrix hated more than the way people muttered at dinner parties, it was the way quidditch fans screamed. Her head already ached with the noise - screams of pain were music to her ear but there was only one sort of pleasurable screaming she enjoyed and there was certainly none of that in this overly crowded bar. Yet still she stood there - all she needed was to spot Sirius Black or Ted Tonks and she could grab them and go. If there were ever a time for them to crawl out of their respective holes, now was it.

Nursing a glass of whiskey that she was continually topping up from the flask that lay at her hip, Bellatrix spotted a familiar face. Her lip curled upwards in distaste, a frown that only darkened as the man stepped closer towards her and she glowered at him. “I wouldn’t know - I didn’t attend the match, Bones. You’re feeling bold tonight to try and talk to me….or perhaps simply drunk.”

Bellatrix Lestrange. Probably not Edgar Bones’ best choice in choosing to talk to, but here he was. The girl that kissed his best friend and broke his heart. Had even had relations with during school. But he knew what cause she was fighting for. It was written on the walls for all to see.

As she glowered at him, Edgar smirked slightly as he chuckled, “Drunk? Never,” he held up his butterbeer, “Got a sweet tooth that can’t be contained. You should know Bella.” he grinned, coming up closer, “So what brings you here? Don’t you hate quidditch?” Edgar chuckled once more, remembering their days at Hogwarts almost fondly. Before he’d realized what side he wanted to be on, he was still immersed in Pureblood society growing up - knowing full well what had been expected of them all. But like his best friend, they shunned those ideals away, opting for something better; light; good. His head nudged towards her flask, “Though, I suppose you’ve found how to entertain yourself.”

[goldenboybones-edgar]

This Calls For Butterbeer!

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wormtailpettigrewpeter‌:

Peter had been at the game… And spent most of his time not watching the game in favour of darting his gaze around looking for something bad to happen. Every cheer of the crowds had brought him closer to a mini-breakdown so in the end he’d feigned not feeling well to run out of the stands in lieu of looking for somewhere quieter. He found out who won judging by the cheers of Puddlemere fans and figured it would be easier to hang about now, or he hoped.

He’d found a quiet(ish) spoke near the bar and nursed a drink between his hands, looking decidedly unhappy for where he was and ready to bolt at the first sigh of trouble. When someone did speak to him he jolted up and looked around, swallowing and staring at Edgar for a few seconds before nodding, “Y-yes, it was.” he took a nervous sip of his drink, “I missed the end though. I had to go…” he stalled on an excuse, “To go.” he finished lamely, “Looks like you had fun though.”    

The face, while it looked decidedly unhappy, was a familiar one enough. Edgar had seen the other along with some of the younger Order members. Certainly heard plenty as well - given the four boys had made quite a name for themselves both in and out of school. With that, Edgar was happy to try and put a smile on his face. It worked with so many others, surely it would work now. Besides, above all, it was a celebration!

A brow arched at the thin excuse, but Bones wasn’t one to say anything to someone he barley knew. Instead, he gave a nod, “Probably the best part  the ending, you know?” he chuckled, sipping his butterbeer and gave a shrug, “I just try and have fun where I can.” he came closer to Peter, eyeing the drink he was nursing, “Look a lil gloomy for a party, yea? What’s eating you?”

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This Calls For Butterbeer!

With all of the tension building up around town and between old friends, it seemed as though more foes were coming out of the shadows. And with them, promises of a fight in the upcoming war. However, as the Ministry had put it, it was nice to try and think about something else for a change. Rather than keeping a paranoid glance over his shoulder at every turn, Edgar had always known the best way to keep one’s self sane was to act a little more casual than one may feel. For now, with a quidditch victory, Edgar could keep a bright, charming smile plastered on his face during the celebration.

Having been a fan of quidditch, and even playing a bit himself during his time in school, Edgar didn’t really mind who won. Of course, the game was brilliant, and his voice was a little raspy from all of the cheering. But as long as there was an after-party, he would be content. Sure enough, there was. Making his way down to Puddletown was easy, catching glances of friends here and there and saying hello. It wasn’t until he had a butterbeer in his hand that he felt like he was part of the festivities. And, seeing a familiar face as he stepped away from the make-shift bar, Edgar grinned, “Brilliant game, wasn’t it?”

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unchainedandromeda‌:

Quickly observing Edgar up and down, Andi finds herself smiling at him fondly, noting the way his face seems to have grown since she had seen him last. She adored her husband beyond words, of course, but she couldn’t deny that Arabella was not lying about how attractive Edgar really was. She had thought as much when she was 15, but it seemed that maturity truly did look good on him.

Handing Edgar a menu before opening her own, Andi smiles. Learning about Edgar’s adventures through owl was one thing, but getting to hear him speak about them in person was something else entirely. “’Meeting women’, is that what they’re calling it now?” she says teasingly, “She’s good. Just turned five which…I’m not sure when that happened, when she got so big. And Ted is amazing, as he always is.” 

Edgar took the menu with a grin, “Thank you,” he said softly, briefly looking it over. A good plate of fish and chips always set his stomach right. Besides, the meal didn’t really matter to him. What did was his friend and playing catch up after so many years. There was only so much he could fit and pen into a letter, rather than seeing someone; their expressions and reactions - it was much more satisfying. Edgar gave a small shrug, “I don’t know...I just like having a bit of fun, you know? None of it was serious. Well, one was, but that was ended because of my career and travel,” Edgar explained.

“Five?!” The number took his by surprised, pushing his hair back with a chuckle, “Merlin, its been that long, already?” Edgar laughed, shaking his head. Looking back to Andromeda, he grinned, “Well, motherhood looks good on you. I’m sure Ted would agree.” Edgar licked lips, wondering just where all of the time had gone, “So is Dora already casting spells?”

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arabellasnott‌:

You would think she’d had felt excitement at his arms wrapping around her waist, but it more like a heavy weight, a chain squeezing itself around her heart. At the same time, she felt so right. She just couldn’t explain it. The sensation was odd. She felt completely right and safe and free when she was around him and the closer they became, the more she felt so, but her thoughts were riddled with all of his love affairs that she just couldn’t bring herself to relax. She needed more alcohol. Her head hung low as she listened to him, his voice so close it sent a shiver down her spine. How was he so bloody charming?! It was so frustrating. Gulping, she stammered through her words, “I was thinking that, yes.” She said quietly, her eyes trailing to her empty glass- a perfect opportunity. Reaching over, she took hold of the glass, turning around to face Edgar- their bodies were so close, it made her heart race. Smiling softly, she grabbed his arm, pulling it off before making her way to the bottle of Port, pouring herself another, rather large glass. “Dinner seems about ready.” She spoke, using her wand to prepare the utensils, bowls and plates with stew and salad, watching as they floated their way to her kitchen table. Sitting herself down, she began to eat, smiling at Edgar, “Hope you like it. You haven’t had my cooking in some time, I’ve improved ten-fold since then.” Just smile and pretend you’re okay and that you’re still the same Ara from school and that you don’t love him. She thought, taking a bite of her salad, doing exactly that. She was a master of disguise.

Edgar couldn’t explain it It felt absolutely right to have Arabella in his arms. Wondering why he never pursued anything during their school years, but she never seemed interested - or expressed anything in such terms. Mostly, anything he gave to try and get close, she pulled  away. What was he supposed to do? There was an interest there, he knew, maybe not the depths of it, but he knew he wanted to try and gain her affections. If Arabella would let him.

Keeping close as she turned around in his arms, Edgar’s eyes searched hers - looking for any semblance of any answers she could give him. She smiled softly, allowing one to spread on his lips, but she pulled away. He nodded at her words, then went to get his glass of port once more. Maybe the alcohol would help. Watching as everything floated their way to the table, Edgar sat himself across from her.

The way Arabella had seemed so normal after the air about them had been so...sour was strange. He just wanted to know what was wrong; if he could help. Returning her smile, Edgar said, “I’m sure it has,” he chuckled. Taking the spoon in his hand, he took a bit of the stew, blowing on it so that he wouldn’t burn his mouth and tasted it. “Delicious!” he said with a bright grin, looking her over, “Where’d you learn how to cook?”

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The begging that escaped the other’s lips sent shivers down Edgar’s spine, blushing darkly. Never had anyone wanted him like this - so forward, willing, and driving him mad with lust. If he could handle it, Edgar would try anything and everything Remus wanted, just to keep him in his arms. “Remus...” his name surpassed his lips once more, rocking his hips against the other’s.

As Remus shook in his arms from the kisses on the neck, Edgar was intrigued. He wondered just how much he could elicit from the young man, craving more and more. A deep moan bubbled from his chest as Remus took his bottom lip in between his teeth, bucking his hips playfully as a small payback. Giving a charming smile, Edgar nodded, “Of course.” He was about to carry Remus over to the bed when he felt lips pressing against him, marking him up. Chuckling, he grinned, kissing the other softly, “There’s no way in Hell I’d forget you.”

Locking their lips, Edgar pulled him into his lap, pressing as close as possible. Standing, he made sure Remus was held up by his own strong arms, kissing his neck. “Shit...” he moaned softly, making his way over to the bedroom. Once there, Edgar carefully placed Remus on his back, the pillows right underneath his head and shoulders. Parting their lips, Edgar hovered over the other, beginning to discard his own clothes, then played with he hem of Remus’ pants, beginning to unzip them slowly. Licking his lips, Edgar asked, “Mind helping me take these off?” 

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How ‘Bout A Drink?

[goldenboybones-edgar]

charliesthorn‌:

“Yeah I mean, she’s nice…to have around and what not, when she isn’t angry.” He chuckled, downing the rest of his Tequila before pouring himself another. “Not that she’s always angry but generally, she’s always got this attitude. Kind of a tough I’ll-knock-you-out-if-you-look-at-me-the-wrong-way sort of attitude. She’s not really my type, to be honest. But she’s fiery and pretty and bold. No idea if I want it to go anywhere.” He shrugged, taking a swig of his drink, feeling it’s affect creep it’s way in. Surprised to see Ed react in such a manner at the mention of Arabella, his brows drew together mid-drink, a smile appearing as he placed his glass down. He laughed, “You good mate? Looks like you spilled some alcohol there on your chin,” he pointed with a grin, “she just said she hadn’t seen you in some time and something about missing you. She said a bunch of other things, can’t remember to be honest. But er…” He adjusted himself in his seat, “looks to me like you’re crushin’ on her with that reaction.”

“When she isn’t angry?” Edgar repeated in question. That certainly wasn’t what he initially thought when he pictured someone with Charlie. He saw women fawning and daunting over him - waiting hand and foot. But, whatever he liked, was what he liked - and was never one to judge. When his mate poured another, Edgar looked at his glass. He had to slow down a little bit. “No, not your usual type, but maybe that’s why you like it?” he asked curiously with a smile, “What would make it better?”

Charlie’s smile caught Edgar’s attention, downing the rest of his drink an nodded, “Yea I’m, fine,” he lifted a bow in question, but wiped his chin. It just seemed odd. In school, Arabella never seemed to have an interest in him more than a friendship - or, at least, he never saw it. “Me?” Edgar asked taken a back, chuckling, “She’s beautiful, of course, and a friend. But she’s not interested in me, mate.” Edgar explained, scratching the back of his head.