edgar's actual boner

Susanne Dinah Stevenson 23 | Halfblood | Ministry Employee "To know that living is Hearing every beat your heart don't skip Every end you don't begin Every sin you need not forgive And every space you don't fill in"

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BRUCE WEBER | JESSICA CHASTAIN | VOGUE GERMANY | JANUARY 2013

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[He brings his gaze up to the mug, eyes filling with gratitude as he hastily rolls up the scroll and places it to the side.] You’re an absolute saint Sue - a right angel, I swear. [He wraps his ink splattered hands around the warmth, bringing it to his lips and taking a sip of the scalding liquid, nodding his appreciation and swallowing, before answering her.] Fine print? Ah, you know me Sue; I’m more likely to be the one to inflict the fine print than consign myself to it. Warrant for a search and seize - pretty mainstream, considering the state of things out there. Tell you what, hate to be an accused in this day and age. [He leans forward conspiratorially, lowering the mug a little and his voice as well.] Practically no rights anymore, really.I mean, if the accused is guilty, then be it on their head, but there should be a set of rights that law authorities in our world should adhere to, to ensure that they are in actual fact guilty, and- [He pauses, a grimace taking pride of place as he realises he’s been ranting, and he looks over his tea mug apologetically at Sue.] 

Sorry - I got a bit carried away there, huh? [And only now does he properly see her position, and he shifts slightly in his seat, cheeks reddening a hint. Hopefully she’ll think it’s embarrassment from the ] It’s just that people are getting jumpy about everything at the moment, the disappearances, the mur- [His voice catches on the word and the events from the start of the summer flit briefly across his mind, a vibrance attached to the memories that makes his knuckles whiten from the grip he suddenly has on the mug.] The murders. [He averts his gaze from Sue as he takes a sip, trying to pretend like the momentary pause never happened.]

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[She forces back the pleased smile - success, she can't help but think - , the corners of her mouth twitching upwards as she drags her bottom lip between her teeth.] If you're not careful I'll get them to come to you with any questions when the department's doing employee reviews. Can't possibly go wrong with such a glowing endorsement. [Bumping her legs gently into his chair, teasing smirk hidden by the mug she raises to her lips.] Ah, of course. [Any momentary suspension of  oh so very steadfast professionalism faltering, the playful look in her eyes fading; it's hardly the kind of thing that feels it can be spoken - or whispered - with smiles and laughter.]

[Her mug is lowered to her lap, eyes downcast as Edgar speaks and she can't stop herself from nodding along to the words, watching the dark liquid in her mug wave from side to side. It's not until she's steadied her hands enough to stop her tea rippling that she finds her tongue. ] ... Don't be. Sorry, I mean. There's not really any point in apologising for honesty, is there. [She flicks her gaze back up, studying his face closely. She remembered the newspaper articles well enough (and the small flight of panic that had followed), but the words she'd experimentally rolled over her tongue should she ever find herself in a position where her condolences should be offered seemed moot at the moment. Caught up in the fair talk of politics - meaningless in the grander scheme of things. Her voice is soft when she does begin to talk, crossing her ankles delicately.] People will let those in power do remarkable things when they're scared. Fear's one hell of a motivating factor. [Finishing with a small shrug, the surface of her tea once again becoming endlessly fascinating as she draws her bottom lip slowly between her teeth, mumbling in a low voice.] ... should've brought out some biscuits or something, shouldn't I?

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TIME▸Great Performance: Jessica Chastain

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Jessica Chastain arriving at the premiere of her latest film The Disappearance Of Eleanor Rigby in Toronto

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[His eyes don’t flick up from the paper to stare at Sue’s retreating figure appreciatively, albeit with flaming cheeks, oh no - ever the study in professionalism is Mister Edgar Bones. Nor does his eyes linger on any particular portion of body, no sir, not this pair of eyes. Quickly, he drops his gaze back to the parchment, eyes scanning inked words for a brief summation of the paperwork. Someone’s request for a raid on some other wizard’s home - he doesn’t recognise the name, but the evidence and the motives seem sound enough.] Can’t Aurors sort out their own rubbish in their department? Oh, wait, it’s a warrant - okay, that’s more understandable. [He mutters aloud, hand reaching up to smooth back his hair, which bounces back into it’s fluffy if disorderly style with next to no fuss.]  Sign on the dotted line… there we go. Edgar Bones. Goodbye soul, it was nice knowing you.

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[Truth be told the less time she spent in the office kitchenette the better. All in all it was little more than a cramped little room towards the far side of the level, blank cream coloured walls and shelves that practically screamed for reorganization (and really, it was likely that any longer in there than was necessary and she'd rearrange the whole thing). Yes, the less time she spent in there the better, nodding along to the thought as she prepared the tea - a pot; she could stop by with a cup for the department head as she made her way back towards Edgar's cubicle... and perhaps even linger around a little longer should he decide he felt like more than one mug. Once the pot is done (her skirt straightened and some semblance of composure regained) the tea is brewed and she can (at last, breathing a sigh of relief) make her way back out into the office, taking steady steps to avoid any spillages.]

Well then. [Rounding into the cubicle with both mugs held aloft.]  I believe the order called for one black, and black with a hint of lemon for yours truly? [Easing his mug onto a coaster and leaning back against the desk, nodding towards the parchment.] Haven't signed away anything too important, I hope? Nothing nasty in the fine print?

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Cannes 2012 ‘Madagascar 3’ (May 17, 2012)

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Fave Pic Of: Jessica Chastain (asked by smokybarrettrps)

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