#d:edgar

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✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

"Hi,” Amelia said, a small smile perking on her lips as she entered the small area. A chair sat in the heart of the room with a single occupant facing the window with drawn curtains. Dropping her bag she immediately bent over to pick up a single petal that had fallen from the fresh yellow roses which rested on his nightstand. The petite girl managed her way over to the window and tugged the thick fabric aside to display a beautiful (and seemingly magic induced) scenery. An oak was centered in the grassy field with a constant soothing downfall of autumn leaves. Several birds were perched on the branches, their heads moving as they chirped. 

“Emme came to visit,” she murmured, eyes fixated on the scenery, “they said you weren’t up for a visitor. She snuck in anyways.” Amelia’s lips curled into a smile, head tilting against the floral wallpaper which caused her glasses to push into the bridge of her nose. “I finally got around to fixing up that faucet - Merlin, it was about time.” 

To others the silence might have been eery. Not to Amelia. 

“I went on a date. Wasn’t completely dreadful. Was a bloody loud mouth breather, though. Is that something you can get used to? The constant heaving? ‘Dunno. The Order is doing well. Marlene’s service was beautiful, just a small thing with the handful of us. Mum isn’t getting much better, either. Still upstairs. Healer’s don’t have much to say. Dad’s already givin’ her recipe book away - I swear that man has a death wish, she won’t be too happy about that one,” Amelia exhaled a chuckle, blinking her eyes before turning to look back at her brother. 

She approached the still rocking chair, stepping out from the ray of sunlight to get a good look at his face. His formerly short locks now brushed against his shoulders, cheeks beginning to hollow. His eyes were open, though there wasn’t much to them. But that didn’t bother her half as much as not getting to see his dimples with every cheesy smile. 

“I oughta make my rounds next door to Frank and Alice. But I’ll be back,” the blonde smiled, her hands outstretching to cup his cheeks. They were cold.

“I love you, big brother. You know that, right?” Amelia whispered the question she knew he wouldn’t respond to, but was well aware of the answer. Her mouth curled into a smile as she offered a wink, lips pressing against his cheek before making her way out. 

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Traumatic: I’ll write my or your characters going through a traumatic experience.

Her ears were ringing and everything around her was a blur of vibrant colors. She laid on her back, completely tranquil amongst the pairs of footsteps trampling around ( and occasionally over ) her.

Amelia lifted her hand to her ear, pressing harshly and retracting it only to see her fingers dripping with a thick crimson substance.

                                            So this is how it e n d s.

At that point she had no sense of where she was. Her eyes were focused on the night sky which had jets of red and green passing like shooting stars.

Tilting her head and feeling a lightning bolt of pain strike down her back, her eyes locked on the several lifeless faces around her that didn’t make it. Like how she wasn’t going to make it. She blinked, preparing to allow the heaviness of her eyelids take over. 

“‘MELIA! STOP. WAIT, WAIT!” Edgar’s distinct voice shouted, her eyes open wider than ever as she frantically searched for her brother. 

A figure hovered over her. 

Remus. 

And that’s when she remembered her brother could never call her name again. 

The boy fell to his knees, carefully touching her face. A jet of green passed dangerously close to his head and he turned to return fire before quickly focusing his attention back to the blonde. At first he tried to be gentle, but as the curses kept flying overhead he knew they had no time left. 

He bent down, lifting the girl up in his arms, clutching her thigh to compress a gaping wound and sprinting in the opposite direction. 

"You’re okay," the same voice said, and Amelia’s chest began to tighten as she looked up at her big brother. A combination of a scream and a cry erupted from her lungs, and as she blinked the face over her returned to the concerned one of Remus. He stretched his hand over to press her face tightly to his chest. "I’ve got you, I’ve got you …" he breathed, pressing his cheek against her head. 

"You’re safe. I promise," Edgar’s voice whispered.

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Amelia’s boots dug into the gravel, hands tightening the dirty cobalt blue jacket which Edgar always told her looked nice. Her heart was pounding, cheeks flushed, and hair messy. The blonde did everything in her power to avoid the headstone she’d yet to lay eyes on. 

[ It hadn’t been ready when his funeral took place. If you called a hurried burial with a heap of bodies all in one hole in the dead of night a f u n e r a l, that is. ]

Ever since that night Amelia never looked back. A decaying body underneath mounds of dirt wasn’t something she wanted to remember her brother by. As she glared at the polished marble, her eyes immediately danced across the fresh inscription. Her fingertips pushed against the engraving, tracing the letters of his name as well as his wife and children’s which followed beneath. She gasped softly to herself, eyes clouded with tears, “I .. I didn’t get you flowers. Any of you. That’s what people do, right? They bring flowers.” 

Amelia laughed, shaking her head as a single drop moistened the hard dirt. She lifted a hand to wipe her face clean, exhaling shakily as she grew frustrated at her glasses which got in her way and threw them onto the ground. 

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but shut it mere seconds later. She scrummaged through her bag to pull a bottle of whiskey, laying it in the dirt and watching it intently. “Moody gave it to me,” she murmured, “figured you’d get more use out of it than I ever will.” 

Amelia’s eyes hadn’t left the bottle before shrugging, “Well. Maybe just one sip.” Unscrewing the top, she allowed the liquid to drizzle down her throat before returning the favor upon the dirt before her. “Don’t mention it, Boozy,” she stated, leaning backwards to rest upon her elbows. She watched as she tapped her toes together and as her eyes rose to the night sky she instinctively scanned for a Dark Mark. 

In the silence she could hear her heart pounding in her chest. “I just really need you,” she managed in a small whisper, shaking her head. 

Amelia wiped her face, the dirt transferring onto her nearly translucent skin as she rose from the ground. She stared down at the slab of marble, shaking her head with a defeated grin, “You always had to be first at everything, didn’t you?”