Isaac Bones

Former Gryffindor   *    Dept of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures

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loss everywhere || Arthur & Isaac

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April 5th, 10:30am, Dorcas Meadowes’ Funeral

Wizards were such colorful folk that when everyone was dressed in black garb, one knew it was going to be a somber affair without even knowing what the occasion was. Now it was quite obvious why the room was quiet other than some silent tears being shed and soft whispers. They were at a funeral. Not only that, they were at a funeral for someone who died much too young and in such a terrible way - slaughtered by the Dark Lord in front of an audience. Even those that did not know Dorcas well seemed extremely affected by her death, Arthur included in that group. 

She’d been an Order Member and they had exchanged pleasantries now and again, but that had been the extent of their relationship. Still, staring down at her serene face, Arthur couldn’t help but think this war is extremely real now. Not that the other deaths weren’t real, but Dorcas had been one of their own. An Order Member. A daughter. A Gryffindor. A sister. Arthur couldn’t help but be sad about her passing. Arthur shook his head and moved away so that someone else could pay their respects to the young girl. 

Behind him was Isaac. As Arthur moved away, he should have stepped up. The other man looked completely out of it though, like he was thinking of something else, lost in another world. “Isaac,” Arthur said quietly, trying to get the other man’s attention. “Issac,” he repeated, much louder in case the other man hadn’t quite heard him in such a hushed tone. 

Arthur thought about asking him if he was alright, but it seemed like such a silly question in his head. Firstly, they were at a funeral for a dead friend and secondly, his sister had been missing for four days. So, he went for a different approach. “Would you like to grab a refreshment with me?” he asked quietly, trying not to disturb those paying their respects.

@isaac-bones

Isaac felt like he’d been walking through a fog since he received the news that Amelia was missing. He was aware, of course, that people went missing all the time these days it was always a punch in the gut. Occasionally, it was positively devastating when it hit close to home. It wasn’t supposed to get this close to his own home though.  It was the reason he had joined up with Aversio to begin with to protect his family. Once more he had failed and worse over he hadn’t even been in Diagon Alley with Amelia. Perhaps if he had made a different choice on where to be that evening he wouldn’t be in this situation now. The part of him that wanted to hole up and bury himself under the guilt gave way to the sound of Amelia’s voice in the back of his mind declaring that kind of behavior would do nothing to bring her home. 

Which was the very reason he’d put on his best black dress robes and had faced down the occasion at hand. Amelia should be here, but since she couldn’t be currently he would be here in her steed. He would pay respects on both of their behalfs to a girl so full of life who had lost her life much too young. He knew this was both the right thing and what Amelia would want so he’d had very little trouble talking himself into it. 

No, the trouble came once he was inside. He was managing to put one foot in front of the other but he couldn’t recall a single conversation that he’d had since he arrived. His mind was traversing on dangerous territory. This all had his mind in six million directions and only part of them were on the person they were here to honor. His worst fears felt like they were ebbing in. That perhaps--no, he couldn’t allow his mind to go there. They would find Amelia. She would be fine. They were the words he repeated on a cycle over and over in his mind before Arthur’s voice cut through. 

He blinked surprised to see Arthur, even more so to realize that he had managed to not only get himself into line to pay his respects, but make it to the front. One glance at Dorcas was all it took and he could feel his mind starting to spiral once more. Refreshment. He was certain he’d heard Arthur say something of the sort so instead of stepping any closer to the casket he closed the space between he and Arthur and nodded. Not daring to speak until they were a distance enough that it was no longer in sight. “Thank you. I just--I don’t know what happened back there. Just. None of it seems real and when it does it’s...too real--too much. Too.” He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “It’s beyond words really...” 

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Go for it. I'm diving into replied when I get home but both Isaac and Gladys go for iy

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ménagerie || isaac & amos

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      A short chuckle passed his lips, hands waving in dismissal of Isaac’s words. “Nah – you’re all good. Honestly, I’d rather have you sneak up on me than anyone else.” Besides – he needed to stop seeing ghosts lurking around each corner before the paranoia that’d accompanied his departure. The frustration was almost palpable on Isaac’s features – his lighthearted attempt at brushing over the war not shared by the other man, and Amos could sympathize. When you were pushed right into the middle of things, it was hard not keeping the war at the forefront of everything – and he knew he himself so often returned to the topic because there was no way to minimize the damage it had done to all their lives. “Right – well… we’ll work on getting them back. And between the two of us and whoever’s left, I’m sure we can manage until we succeed.” Perhaps it was to be expected that their lives would be turned upside down by the war, but Amos had relied upon the stability of the Ministry as a small comfort – and to think that now things were changing there too, was something that set a feeling of disease running through him. “They must’ve got a reason for doing it – things here haven’t been entirely the same since the Minister…” He trailed off, had been murdered hanging on the tip of his tongue but they all knew what had happened, there was no reason to bring it back up. “Still – they can’t just take our trainees. Even with a war, we’ve got to keep things running here too.”

     There was a spike concern that came at the thought of Amelia – buried in paperwork instead of actually acknowledging the burden the war left on herself. Edgar too – with so much pent up frustration that Amos was worried the younger man might snap at any given moment. But they each had their share of troubles, he supposed the only way to get through it was by sharing the burden and making sure that no one felt like they had to deal with it on their own. “Right – I’ll go down and make sure she’s not been swallowed completely next time I’m by the Auror offices.” Eyebrow raising, he shook his head in amusement at the sight Isaac’s description built in his head. “Merlin – you’d think that people might at least come up with better combinations than that. But still – at least they didn’t try to combine the Fwooper with a Golden Snidget. You’d have had to pick up a broom and hope for the best.” A grin quirked on the edges of his lips, glad for the momentary distraction that magical creatures were able to offer. It was a comfort to talk about something that still seemed mostly normal – even if slightly insane. “Think you’d still be as quick at the game as you were back at Hogwarts?” Only a year apart – Amos could remember the matches he’d played against Isaac. Well-matched, always – with the other man’s skill clearly evident. 

     “Maybe that’s better than exciting these days. Merlin knows that word’s taken on a new meaning.” With attacks and kidnappings – Amos’ idea of what qualified an adventure had largely been redefined, and he longed for those days when exciting meant that he’d snuck out of the castle only to encounter some new sort of magical creature. “I’ve been… managing. Think it’s good that I’m back if I’m honest – even with everything going on. It didn’t feel right being gone.” His shoulders shrugged slightly, London (or maybe more so the people in it) was home, and although he’d once set himself out as being a wanderer, not tied down to anything, that was far from the truth now. “Ced’s good. He’s starting to walk right now – scurrying up a storm and making all sorts of trouble. But he’s happy.” Relief at being able to say that for certain was evident on his features, which probably came as little of a surprise. Ever since Cedric had been born, he’d been the one thing that Amos had been most focused on protecting – a responsibility that weighed on him unlike anything else, but one he wouldn’t have given up for the world. And, in part – everything he did for the Order was something he did for Cedric (alongside all those who were unable to defend themselves) in the hopes of building a better future for them. 

“Well, I’m going to choose to take that as a compliment rather than think that perhaps I don’t have much competition around here.” Isaac chuckled as he leaned against the wall, wishing he’d have held out longer on how poorly things were around here. A year ago it would have been close to the last thing on his mind. It wasn’t as if he was in charge around here and their success or failure didn’t land on his shoulders. These days though he had trouble putting anything on anyone else’s. It was a terrifying world you lived in when you passed someone in the hallway and wondered what horrors they’d endured this week. Questioned if there was more you could have done to prevent it. “Millicent’s doing what she can in the wake of the Minister, but....I don’t think they even know what they’re thinking these days. It’s more like the right-hand doesn’t know what the left is doing. It would be at least entertaining to sit back and watch it all unfold if it hadn’t started to affect us here. You’re right though. We’ll manage--I just think they find us not to be a priority currently. Which certainly we could give them a hundred reasons that it’s not true, but I’m not sure anyone cares to listen...”

“That would be a dastardly combination, but, Merlin, imagine the havoc you could wreak on the opposing team if you could manage to breed them to retain the snidget’s color and size and retain even a quarter of the potency of the fwoper song.” Isaac would never condone the realized practice of experimental breeding he was suggesting but in his mind, he could imagine it all quite safely. “I imagine I might have lost a beat or two, but enough to keep up with anyone I like to think.” There was a shot of warmth through him at the memories of his quidditch days raced through his mind. It made him wistful, he forced the door closed on the memories. Too much of that would border on regret and he refused to go there. “What about you? Actually, we should put it to the test one day. We could certainly round up enough people for a pick-up game.” Even as the words were leaving his mouth he knew that they didn’t have time for such fanciful pursuits and yet he still allowed them a moment of idyllic thought that somehow they could. 

“Yeah, it almost makes you long for the days of Hogwarts and I think I swore I’d never do that when I left all those years ago.” He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the idea. “It certainly felt off around here without you. Though, I thought you might be onto a brilliant idea more than once or twice.” He was willing to admit a smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. He couldn’t imagine the weight of a child on his shoulders, but the reminder of Cedric and other children were out there learning to walk and face the world on their own renewed why they were doing everything they could to make the world safe again. “Walking? Determined to make you constantly stay on your toes no doubt. It certainly doesn’t sound boring.” 

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A Few Honest Words || Isaac & Florence

December 3, 1978  Aversio Meeting @florence-wilson

The snow was crunching beneath his boots as he made his way up the lane that led to the location of meeting for tonight. The moon was high in the sky illuminating the flakes, it was the kind of night back at Hogwarts he’d have spent laying out on the pitch watching the snow fall. Those days were long behind him, and it made him long for those days. His foot stomped harder on the ground sending the snow scattering in his wake. Once more he sent the snow in front of him flying; as if trying to refocus himself. That was the key to keep himself focused in on the things he could control. 

His fingers inside the safe haven of the woolen pockets of his coat pulled his watch out, cursing as he noted the time before he shoved open the door to the building. He was late and it was a new sensation to care. He knew that a majority of families leaned on the oldest as the heir, but despite his age, his parents had never lumped extra responsibility onto his shoulders. Certainly, he never hesitated to confront someone he felt like posed any sort of threat to his siblings or even stopped himself from inserting his nose into their lives, but his own life had been about the moment. From one to the next rarely stopping to consider two moments ahead. That was not how wars were won and this was one that they couldn’t afford to lose. Which is why he was trucking it from a mission with a fellow Order member to the Aversio meeting. 

A meeting that clearly already in progress as he slipped into the room, making his way to the back as quietly as possible. His fingers working over the buttons of his coat as he listened. His mind flitting somewhere between listening and taking inventory of who was in the room. It wasn’t uncommon these days to find someone new amongst their ranks. He tried to trust in those above him knowing what they were doing, but he couldn’t help his own suspicions. These weren’t the times to trust just anyone, but he found his eyes landing on a familiar head. He couldn’t see her face, but he’d know her anywhere in a crowd. What he didn’t know was why she was here. Not that for a second he thought that she was less than capable, but he hated to see the darkness of the times take over more people he cared for lives. 

Were it Amelia he’d have dragged her out of there instantly and done everything he could to protect her from the extreme means this group was capable of. Though, he’d have feared that she could never see him the same way. Aversio’s crimes were detailed in the Prophet on a regular basis, justified or not he knew that there were so many who would never understand why he was willing to step outside the law. Florence though. She was a force of nature and he would never presume to tell her she couldn’t do anything that she set her mind to. That didn’t stop him from the feelings of concern though. Once the meeting ended and he found himself pulled into a conversation with Tilden he kept an eye on her. He couldn’t skimp on his responsibilities and planning, but he wanted to catch her before she left. Excusing himself when he felt things were settled enough he crossed the room in a few strides careful not to seem like he was trying to pounce on her or drawing more attention to them. “Well, fancy seeing you here...” He slid into the chair next to her with an easy smile, it didn’t reach his eyes though and the worry of what he’d see on her face when she saw him here was far from hidden and his shoulders tightened a hair as he asked his next question. “Can I take you out to dinner? Or just a drink?” 

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Stephen Amell: Working on Sunday morning. Like a wild animal.

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Late Nights || Isaac & Open

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fabian--prewett:

“Not a bad start.  Only beat by going home early,” he returned cheerfully.  

Isaac’s question should have been easy but it wasn’t.  Fabian looked thoughtfully at his drink for a moment before finally answering.  “As well as I think we can do at the moment.”  When was the last time he had been able to answer honestly that everyone was fine though?  He didn’t want to admit how Alice’s kidnapping and the sadistic dreams the Order had been tortured with in January refused to fade from his mind, the latter as if they were memories permanently imprinted.  Weren’t dreams supposed to fade?  Maybe one day they would but he had no intention of dragging their conversation into the mire of those thoughts.  They could both use some lighter talk.

“I’ve been thinking of getting a pet actually.  Flat’s been a little too quiet and I’ve got all this space.”  Fabian had been subletting from a former Gringotts colleague while they traveled and, though it wasn’t the kind of place he ever would have leased for himself, the opportunity had fallen into his lap when he was at loose ends.  The space was far too large for him and its emptiness demanded to be filled.

“But what have you been up to?  How’s the family?”

“Sounds about right these days....” Isaac managed to keep himself from sighing aloud, but inside he had long moved past sighing to screaming. He felt more guilt than he could put into words for being out of town on New Years. He’d missed the whole debacle of the dreams and instead, his friends and family had born the brunt of it. Not that they were specifically coming after him, but not carrying the same weight made him feel like an ass. He could imagine the horrors they had seen and the one’s he’d heard even snippets of were enough to shake him to his core. He couldn’t imagine living through that. It was another reason the Order needed Aversio in play. He took another draw from his drink as he pushed those thoughts aside. He needed to stay in the moment. Those ideas weren’t going anywhere. 

“A pet?  What are you in the market for?” He perked up a little at the idea of a magical creature. It was only him and Yertle at home because he spent too much time traveling to be settled enough to be a stable home for a creature, but he liked the idea of someone else being that settled. “I’m certain the quiet and too large could be fixed with the right animal....An occumy would be perfect to make your place cozier.” He joked with a laugh, shrugging. “Alright. Work, mostly. I’ve been on the road more than I’ve been home. We’re a bit shorthanded though I suppose everyone is these days. Much the same for all the Bones. We stay busy.” 

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You wanna appease me, compliment my brain.

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Send ☄ for one random headcanon I have for my muse!

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The Best Friend

Isaac spends too much time inside his own head. He needs someone(s) he feels he can trust, open up to and who knows they will always have each other’s back.

The School Friend

Life at Hogwarts was much easier than trying to make it through the war. He was carefree, happy guy who was excellent at quidditch and was always up for any kind of adventure. He needs someone from those days that anchors him and takes him back to those days.

Easy Come, Easy Go

War is stressful and Isaac doesn’t take enough time for himself, but this person is someone he hooks up with (once or on an occasional basis.) It’s not about emotions but the relief and a bit of fun. 

Magizoologist Buddies (Ministry Buddies)

Someone he works along side of (whether they get on well or not) or who he often sees in a professional capacity. 

Something New

Someone who shares interests or feelings with Isaac. (Romantic or otherwise.) Someone he just seems to connect with on a different level

Ride or Die (Aversio or Order)

Isaac has never backed down from a challenge in his life and the war isn’t any different. This doesn’t always lead him down the easiest path, but at least he’s got this person he knows always has his back

Anything Else

Come at me!! I would love to plot if you have an idea that’s not on here or want to tweak this or just see what happens organically I’m all over it. 

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Raise a Glass || Frank & Isaac

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frankxlongbottom:

Frank watched as all of the activity stirred around in the crowded bar. He was excited to see Issac he was one of the few other double agents in both the Order and Aversio. Of course, the upper elite in Aversio knew who was in both groups but it wasn’t something which you could often discuss openly and it was even more rare when you could speak to someone who understood how hard it could be.

“Will do.” Frank said smiling at his friend and taking the drink. “I guess you’re just too good a bloke.” Frank joked a rare thing for him lately. “It must be your fatal flaw.” He smiled laughing at his own joke. It had been a while since he could just relax with a friend but tonight in the loud bar with Issac everything seemed a little bit better.

“Things have been rough. I honestly agree more with Aversio than with the Order but there is no way I could back out with how many Aurors are in it. It’s not that I don’t like the Order, I do. It’s just been hard to spend enough time on everything. How do you handle it? How are you doing?

Isaac found himself laughing at his friend as he settled into the atmosphere of the bar. It had been an excellent choice for the night away from the cares and burdens they were growing so accustomed to carrying. It was a nice reminder that people could still be happy, not that he could remember the last time he felt that unhindered joy he once had. There was a price to be paid though at these times and if he could pay it instead of one of his siblings he would do it. 

“Too good....I think my mother is the only one who would agree with you there. Perhaps Melia, perhaps.” Isaac laughed with a shake of his head as he settled in his chair. “Too impatient is the more likely truth, but I’ll take it. And at least now we have enough to drink to keep us going for a few minutes at least. I’m glad you let me drag you out tonight.“ I didn’t know how much I needed it. The words were unspoken but something inside of him was nearly screaming them. He went between The Order, Aversio, and work somehow fitting as much time with his family as he could. It didn’t leave much time for relaxation or decompressing. 

“Well, I’m not sleeping much these days which leaves more time for turncoat, traitor operations.” There was a ghost of a smile on his face but there was too much truth in the statement for it to really be a joke. More than he actually meant to say aloud. He took a long sip of the drink in front of him before he spoke again. “Even if I wanted to leave the Order, I couldn’t because--” he shrugged as if that somehow finished the sentence he hadn’t. He couldn’t bring his siblings into this tonight or he’d fall down the rabbit hole of grief he so often did and he needed a break if only for an evening. “My hope is that once things begin to settle and the tide begins to truly change. The Order will be who can restore peace when it’s all done. Until then though, we have to do everything we can. I keep telling myself that and that I’m doing good.” 

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SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞