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There’s Nothing in this World I Wouldn’t Do || Edgar & Amelia || September 1st, 1979

Date: September 1st, 1979 Time: 11:00pm Location: Temporary Hospital

Edgar sat on the edge of the bed he’d been temporarily assigned, waiting for the healer to return with whatever device she needed to run tests on him. The witch had promised that the tests would be quick, but she had unfortunately made no promises that she would return quickly. Most of his injuries had been healed easily, but he was still very sore from the cruciatus.

What had happened on the train was starting to feel like a distant memory, though he was sure the sensation was nothing compared to the Death Eater he had been fighting. An obliviate spell? Why had he decided to hit his enemy with that? It might have saved his life, but he had no idea what damage he had done to his opponent. Not that he had the energy to care all that much about the Death Eater who had said such terrible things, but he had let him get away. Who knew how much he remembered, or how much damage he could have caused in his confusion.

Edgar scrubbed at his tired eyes, the longer he sat around in the temporary hospital, the longer he was tempted to jump from the bed and leave. The night felt longer than most days and he was ready to pass out in his own bed. Rommie would be waiting for him at home. He’d gone there first but she had sent him to the hospital before he had even taken his boots off, now he wished he had just ignored her and healed himself. There were people who were much worse off than he was.

People that looked suspiciously like his sister. The large room he was in was full of people coming and going, most of which had been injured on the train. Edgar had been scanning the crowd with an unhappy expression when he’d caught a glance of the woman lying on a bed behind a curtain at the far end of the room. But it couldn’t be Amelia, could it? She was a hit witch and a brilliant duelist, far better than he would ever be. Who could have possibly taken her down?

It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. His eyes were playing tricks on him. It wouldn’t be surprising considering everything he’d been through that night.

Despite his confidence that he couldn’t have seen his sister lying in that bed, he still waited for the healer to leave from behind the curtain again before slipping from the side of his bed and hurrying over. Peeking around the curtain carefully, he paled at the sight of the witch in lying in the bed.

The hair was Amelia’s, but the sharp bruises on her face made her nearly unrecognizable.

His mind was still trying to catch up as he hurried past the curtain and ran to her side. “Amelia?” he breathed quietly. “Are you alright? How --- Who did this?” Stupid question. It was probably a Death Eater who had done this.

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Tell me :)

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ ] Go back to sleep [ ] Kick you out[ ] Cuddle with you [ ] Be like “How in the world?”[X] Let you sleep on the floor [ ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[X] Kiss or hug you back [X] Smile and laugh[ ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable [ ] Push you away[ ] Be shocked [ ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[ ] No [X] Yes [ ] Most certainly not. [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ ] Cute [X] Adorable [ ] Attractive [X] Beautiful[ ] Okay [ ] Ugly [ ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[ ] Stranger [ ] Acquaintance [X] Ally[X] Friend [ ] Love [ ] Rival [ ] Enemy

I find you to be:

[ ] Pathetic [ ] Off no consequence [ ] Intriguing [X] Frightening [ ] Unsettling [ ] Annoying [X] Infuriating [X] Pleasant company [X] Comforting [X] Unable to be lived without [X] Trustworthy

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Interruption || Amelia & Remus

Prompt: Your muse walks in on mine re-decorating their room

Bending over a heavy trunk, Remus was shifting through a scattered collection of maps and newspaper clippings. Over his head on the cramped, slanted ceiling of the bedroom that the werewolf occupied within the shared flat lay a haphazard display of parchment. From a distance, it could have been a collage of sorts; to anyone outside the Order, it was charmed to appear as little more than clippings. However, to those select few able to see it, printed on the pages were the events of the past year in bold headings, with additional writings scribbled in a messy, slanted font that grows increasingly more narrow and ink-blotted as the page continues.

Left hand brushing up against the corner of an old photograph, the edges of his eyes crinkled as he glanced over the faded still of his mother holding up one of her prized vegetables as his father gazed back at the lens with a wide grin. Remus couldn’t remember the last time that he had seen that smile. It was a sharp contrast to the loud headings that screamed murdered, death, and war above them.

A few Order Members had gathered at the shared flat to discuss a project with Sirius, and he had excused himself after half an hour under the guise of a headache. While this wasn’t exactly a lie, and the pull of the moon was threatening to turn his stomach even as he remained still, he also knew enough to understand when he wasn’t needed. Rubbing his thumb against the paper for a moment, the werewolf didn’t notice the sound of footsteps down the hall. Therefore, it came to a surprise for the werewolf as the edge of his door was nudged open, a voice calling out into the quiet room.

Jumping at the sudden noise and knocking his head against the hard metal edged lid of the trunk, Remus hastily dropped the photo inside, his hand reaching to hold his head as he turned to face the doorway.

“Hey, Amelia.”

Smiling awkwardly, the werewolf let the trunk close quickly behind him, shutting out the contents from sight as he continued in an attempt at being casual.

“Sorry this place is a mess. Lily says it’s in desperate need of re-decorating.”

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Got to Get Away || Edgar & Amelia || July 15th, 1979

Date: July 15h, 1979 Time: 11:30am Location: Amelia’s Flat

He knew his mother meant well, he really did, but she didn’t seem to understand that by coming into his home, trying to rearrange his furniture or buy him new furniture, she was, in fact, being the very opposite of helpful.

“You need a new table. That one is peeling away, no one will want to be over for dinner.”

“What’s she saying. Must be pretty shit at her job if she can’t even speak basic English.”

Edgar quickly found himself caught in the middle of yet another glaring match between his mother and his wife. He had already tried to escape once and had literally been dragged back home, but he could feel that urge rising in him again. Caelum was fussing in his arms, and so he handed her to Rommie in hopes it might soothe her glare. “Alright, while you two argue over tables and the English language, I’m going shopping. Where’s the list?” Without waiting for a response he moved to the kitchen and snatched it from the fridge.

There were cries of protest behind him, but he continued to ignore them, heading towards the door.

“You can’t leave me here with her! Not again!”

“Excuse me, I do not want to---”

“Oh, so you do speak English.”

Edgar tried desperately to resist casting a silencing charm over them both. Instead he pulled on his boots, waved the shopping list at them and said, “I’m just going shopping, there’s stuff we need. I’ll be back, you don’t need to come dragging me home this time.” Hoping this excuse might be a little better than his last excuse, he hurried out the door before either of them could protest anymore.

This time it wasn’t Igor he was going to run too. Rommie would think of that and probably send his mother to go fetch him again. Turning on the spot, he arrived with a pop in front of his sister’s flat and hoped desperately that she would be around to save him from actually having to shop for groceries.

Giving a few solid knocks he called, “Amelia? Quick, let me in, I’m in need of rescue.” His tone was mockingly desperate, so she would know it wasn’t anything serious.