#c; edgar

[cordelia-cromwell]

where: the lake who: @edgarwayne (edgar)

"there he is" she smiled and gave him a hug "long time, no see. how are you? i assume you're making the most of your lake time"

[bowiebardot]

where: huntsville clinic who: @edgarwayne

bowie wasn't used to being on the other side of the clinic. being a patient over nurse was not her preferred stance but it wasn't like she could work given the fact she was impaled several times. that reminded her, she needed to thank zelda for saving her ass. babyhawk was the reason she was still alive.

the grogginess had worn off from her surgery and now the dull and constant ache was present. bowie lay in her bed willing for some sort of distraction to keep her mind away from the pain.

[ameliaxb]

Amelia had been hurriedly rushing from one class to the other all day. It was safe to say she was finally catching up with schoolwork and slowly returning to her usual scattered self, but what she wasn’t letting on was how she was spending her free time trying to figure who had murdered Tristan. Throughout the last few weeks she had been avoiding anyone who dared ask her how she was feeling, she had not bothered writing her concerned parents when they olw’d her, and she had tried hard to avoid her brother. After her last class she ran over to the Great Hall, had some early dinner and once finished began to rush out of the hall until she ran into none other than her brother. “Oh ‘ello, Ed, how are you? Good? Great! See ya!” She said all under one breath as she made her way past him.

@edgyybones

[ameliaxb]

All the dancing had gotten to Amelia quicker than intended. She tried to ignore the pain her shoes were inflicting on her feet for as long as she could but eventually gave up and took them off, running off towards one of the tables before anyone dancing around her could step on her. As she did she ended up tripping on someone’s leg and as she stumbled down she noticed it had been Edgar’s. “Why are you so opportunistic?”

@edgyybones

[marconuwachen]

where: edgar's place who: @edgarwayne

with teachers now testing the waters of easing the kids back into classes, marco knew that edgar had been one of the injured. once he'd finished his lesson plan, he left school and made his way over to edgars place to see how he was doing and to find out if there was anything he needed.

marco gave a knock at the door and waited for an answer.

[v--isforvanity-blog]

@eddbcnes

Hours turned into days, days into weeks and eventually time seemed to be non-existent in Emma's world. The only thing that let her know once a month passed was the full moon, because without fail she would transform but that mattered not to the Death Eaters that held her captive, for they too had a werewolf on their side. Eventually, she grew tired of listening into the information and taking in as much as she could, her hand dropping and finding the tiny vial she kept for safe keeping, for just the right time and popped the cork off and downed the contents. Seconds passed and her body gave out, going limp against the wall she was tied to. Then the death eaters came and the first to inspect her body announced her to be dead, sending one of the snatchers to dispose of her in the depths of the forest which they did. Now days passed since her disposal, Emma's body lay half buried and half visible in the depths of forest not far from Hogsmeade. The cold causing her skin to go purple, and if she didn't wake soon, the potion would render itself useless due to the harsh climate of the city and its enchantments.

[rowan-o-wisp-blog]

She lay still in her bed, eyes half shut. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. She was barely aware of the person calling her name. She coughed harshly, the motion shaking her whole body. Blood dribbled out of the corner of her mouth.

[oflinton-old]

;;open

“I see that your imagination knows no bounds.”