#c edgar

[old-mckmarl]

Dressed and ready, Marlene bounded the steps from the dorm to the common room, finding herself grow internally quiet as she came upon Edgar. She had expected Lily or even Mary, despite their lack of formalized plans for the day. How long had it been now that it seemed she cut their conversations short or acted as if there was no time to talk? Yet, it was too late now. Eye contact had been made. “Y’allright?” Welsh accident muddied any clear pronunciation, maybe even for the better, as she swerved around the couch to the exit.

@edgarbcncs​

[saraheimear-archive]

Once the girls are down, no small feat on any given night, Sarah jumps into bed next to her husband. Literally. She lands on her knees and bounces as she talks in a sing-song voice. “I have a secret.”

@corvisbones

[msmeadowes-obliviate]

Dorcas gathered her things as she finished her day of training to be an auror. She had spent the whole day running around and ultimately she was exhausted and just wanted to lay down, but she needed to go and see Edgar. 

She needed to ask him about curse breaking. She wanted to be the best and being the best meant that she wouldn’t be able to go home after her long day and she knew that no matter what she did, she was in for a long time of putting being auror in front of everything else. 

Grinning as she walked up to Edgar Bone’s office, she knocked on the open door before taking a small step inside. “Mr. Bones, could I ask you a few questions?” Dorcas said as she smiled at the man. 

[old-mckmarl]

The return to castle life was marked by a few new pieces of information, most of which Marlene was choosing to keep at bay from the forefront of her thoughts. The outdoors-bug she caught didn’t seem to minimize after Hogsmeade, so when classes for the day were through, she was immediately out to the grounds. Despite earlier tensions, something in the form of her friend distracted her. “And she swerves in from the right.” The blonde called out, swinging an arm around Edgar. “Arigh’?” She grinned, hoping their last conversation could just be left where it was. “Hope I didn’t scare you, I didn’t. I know I’ve got the element on surprise of my side.”

@edgarbcncs​

[saraheimear-archive]

When Edgar gets home from work, Sarah is waiting at the door. “I taste metal.” She’d be bouncing up and down, if she weren’t so tired. Three children later, she knows how to put two and two together. Metal mouth+fatigue=pregnant.

@corvisbones​

[lucytalksbox]

Where: The end of an Order meeting with Edgar Bones @xedgarbonesx​

When  Lucinda  agreed  to  this,  she  had  assumed  it  would  be bi-monthly  at  most.  But  meeting  after  meeting,  and  call  after  call,  she  was  quite  ready  to  blow  it  all  off.  Especially  after  the  disaster  they’d  sent  her  on  with  a  child.  Worse  enough  the  Prophet’s  weekend  edition  writers  could  have  seen  her,  but  she  still  had  to  report  to  quidditch  team  practice  that  evening.  As  the  speaker  concluded,  Lucinda  scoffed.  Gladly  out  of  her  chair,  she  took  to  the  hallway  where  she  momentarily  pondered  exposing  their  ridiculous  excuse  for  a  safe  house.  But  that  voice  -  so  kind  and  caring,  so  easily  riled,  it  brought  back  warm  memories  nearly  twelve  years  old.  “Your  full  support.”  She  mimicked  Edgar  once  the  rest  of  the  initiative  had  cleared  out  of  the  room.  “You  could  bring  tea  and  biscuits  next  time.”

[punkandcharity]

"Have you seen a bag full of guitar picks. Little pieces of plastic that look like round triangles?" @edgxrs