Edgar Owen Bones

Valor is stability, not of legs and arms, but of courage and the soul. - Michel de Montaigne

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Sometimes, just sometimes, he’ll grab his partner’s cigarettes and indulge. It doesn’t happen often - but there are days even a Bones gets worn down.

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No Good Mail || Amelia & Edgar

Amelia had woken up in a great mood, ready to attack the day. The intention was to enjoy her day off, spend some time running errands, get a good cup of coffee, stop by and see Edgar and the kids, etc. Her only mistake was reading the post before leaving the house. She’d gotten a letter from her Aunt Rebecca complete with photos of what she considered to be eligible bachelors. 

Forgoing all her other errands, Amelia headed straight to Edgar’s house and let herself in. “Ed? Please tell me you have coffee… or ice cream. Ooh, or both.”

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Thankfully, by the time his sister had arrived, Edgar had already been awake for quite some time. Abigail had woken up with sudden killer nausea and the vomiting had sent the Auror into a near panic. Thankfully, the still warm kettle of chamomile tea on the stove proved to help and she went back to sleep in seconds. Her husband, on the other hand, just didn’t have the luck and so was nursing a cup of coffee so he could brace himself for when the children woke. 

“Hmm?” He glanced up, blinking at his sister before recognizing the look on her face. Already done with one scare for the morning, Ed quickly fixed her regular cup and then headed to the fridge to grab the ice cream. Auntie Amelia would have to turn the kids down on their ice-cream-for-breakfast request since she needed it. “What’s wrong?”

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Edgar enjoying a cup of tea with his sister during a late night once she’d finished studying for training.

Taken by their mother, who was pleased the siblings were getting along.

Circa 1971

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From Edgar, To Amelia (17/02/1979)

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Does Edgar agree with his sorting? If he hadn't been sorted Gryffindor, where would he have ended up?

Edgar has never felt more at home than in Gryffindor Tower besides actually being at home. There were, of course, moments when he wished for the homey atmosphere down with the Badgers or quirky resourcefulness of the Eagles but not once did he ever think he never belonged amongst the Lions of Gryffindor and there are very few who know Edgar who think differently. 

Hands down only a fool would consider him a Ravenclaw, that’s for sure. An appreciation for learning and creativity just doesn’t match his brother’s thirst for knowledge and wit. Considering how he excelled at in the academy, some would think Slytherin ambition and cunning ranked high on his values but really, he’d had been in Hufflepuff just like Amelia. He’s a Gryffinpuff all the way and it’s only because he’s so eager to physical combat and rushing into things that he wore red instead of yellow in the first place.

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sleep: what is the most comforting thing at night time for you?

visitor: what creature visits your dreams most often?

chimes: what sounds are your favorite?

times: when do you normally awaken?

marking: describe your tattoos,or tattoos you would like in the future?

reverie: think of somewhere otherworldly u wish to be within, what is it like there?

warmth: what do you find most charming in others?

treat: your favorite sweets ?

nestle: your most precious plush toy?

posy: your favorite herbs?

stories: books you remember from your childhood?

folk: who is the most fantastical being u have known?

elder: what do u expect to be like in your elder years?

home: in what type of environment do you feel most safe?

finds: what kind of item would you most likely buy from an antique store?

offering: how do you show others you are fond of them?

lore: if your life were a tale, how do u expect it would end??

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The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Exclusive Cast Interview: Comic-Con 2015 (x)

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“Rough day at work?” Alecto smiled sweetly. “I was hoping you could direct me towards the Magical Law Enforcement office, I’m here to have tea with a friend who sits on the Wizengamot. Be a dear, would you?”

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“Rough day of lack of work, to be completely honest,” He answered sincerely, catching himself smiling back at the young woman who appeared barely out of school but held herself with all the poise and maturity of someone much older. But he recognized her eyes, the dress coupled with her jaw line. Could never miss a Carrow. “I’ve actually just come from there. Allow me to escort you then, as I apparently have to return to the office regardless. Right this way, Miss... Carrow, yes?”

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You Make Loving Fun - Fleetwood Mac (Rumours, 1977)

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“What?!”

 “I have no idea what they want and I’ve already clocked out. Do I bother?”

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While the Wives are Away| Bones Boys | August 15, 1978

Everyone that knew the Bones family would be of the same opinion that Edgar and Amelia drove their older brother Damian crazy. Despite all three being employed at the DMLE, family members and friends alike knew very well that Amelia was the barely-ladylike apple of their eye, that Edgar was the reckless one, that Damian was the proper heir to the family in all ways that a good pureblood boy should be. Edgar liked to think it was just that they were the fun ones. Still, Edgar was not going to deny that Damian had only ever wanted the best for his siblings and sometimes, sometimes, Edgar and Amelia forgot to be grateful to the tightass.

So there were times, like now for example, that Edgar remembered that Damian worked harder than the two of them and that his Karen worked just as hard as her husband and he would casually mention it to Abigail and then, the floodgates would open. ‘Why not invite him over for some down time then?’ ‘Surely you realize that the children miss their uncle?’ ‘How about you two get together and Karen and I can go have girl time? Amelia is nearly as busy as you are and my girlfriends have abandoned me for proper holidays before  the summer ends.’ In the end, as per usual, his Abbie was right and he was missing his brother something fierce after the disaster that was family dinner with Aunt Rebecca some time ago and really, why couldn’t he subject the bastard to his adorable children?

“Papa!” Edgar heard his oldest son before the lad ran straight into him in the kitchen. Only, no, it was his third child, Andrew, who had decided to tackle their old man. The Auror reached down, picking up the four-year-old with ease and plopping him on his shoulder as he turned from the kitchen counter to stare into the living room. Edgar Jr. was holding Cecily back and Charlotte was all too content with sucking on her fingers as if that would excuse her from whatever transgressions she’d done her six-year-old sister. Toddlers. Terrible twos were, indeed, a thing.

“Ly, no!” 

“Let me go, Ed! Thee knew! Thee knew!”

“And just what did your baby sister know, Cecily?” Edgar asked as he strolled in, tossing Andrew unto the soft couch before hoisting up his eldest daughter. Cecily, for all intents and purposes, reminded him of his oldest brother in that haughty overly intelligent sort of way and made him fear that his second child was doomed to be a Ravenclaw in the future. She scrunched up her face, livid as she tried to hold her tongue and control herself. 

“Lottie ruined my pothun. I went with Ed to get Andy off the bookcase-”

“You were on the bookcase?” Edgar asked the boy on the couch, eyebrows furrowed as the child shrugged.

“He was only there for a sec, papa, swear. I think the clock scared him again,” little Edgar explained, patting down little Charlotte’s hair while trying to get her to stop sucking her fingers.

“I wasn’ scare!” Andrew protested, rolling over the back of the couch.

“Anyways! Lottie went to my potion and added thuffs to it and I inthist-”

“Insist,” Edgar enunciated for her, wondering if his daughter’s lisp would soften with age like doctors had told him. 

“In-stist,” she tried before continuing her story, “that she be punished. It’th not fair.”

“Charlotte, did you do it on purpose?” Edgar asked, staring down his youngest. The girl peered up at him with her mother’s brown eyes, and shrugged.

“No.”

“Liar!!”

Just then, the door rang and Abigail gleefully rushed down the stairs -where they hell had she been- in order to open it up, revealing Damian and Karen. It took a moment, giving Abbie sufficient time to kiss both hello and invite them inside, before Edgar’s three free children rushed to greet their aunt and uncle, Cecily struggling in her father’s arms to be let go to do the same.

“Merlin, single file now! There’s only two of them and too many of you now,” Edgar coached, shaking his head as he fought his way to kiss Karen on the cheek and clap Damian on the shoulder. “You’re a lifesaver,” He murmured to his brother, realizing that Cecily had a very odd look in her eyes as she patiently waited to be held by their visitors. Oh yes, why couldn’t he subject his brother to his adorable children?