#edgarebones

[fcrox]

who: @edgarebones where: ministry of magic when: during lunch break

It was a bizarrely shocking fact to look back at just how much time had passed between finding out about her engagement and the here and now. Somehow Hestia had managed to avoid the whole thing, for the most part simply burying herself in her work. All sadder for it was the fact that her very own fiance was simply down the hall in his own office. So close, yet so far. Had it been selfish of her to hide away, to not face the reality of an agreement made for the two of them when there was, after all, more than just one person involved in the whole thing?

Hestia felt bad, the very moment she realized the path she had been on and thus found herself outside his office door minutes before her lunch break, a basket in hand. The witch knocked, before carefully letting herself in. "I believe I owe you some explanation. That, and some lunch. If you'll have it, that is." The brunette held the basket up, something she had made herself. "I am sorry for the way things have gone and I realize that I was focused a little bit too much on myself." It was an odd situation for the petite witch. Normally she wasn't one to dare venture into selfish territories, yet in this instance she'd almost ran for the hills. Things needed to change. - @edgarebones

[mkmarlene]

where: order meeting room who: @edgarebones

It was certainly late, most people had desserted the streets and shops everywhere, even the bars seemed to be closing up. The snow didn't help nor did the fact it was the night after Christmas and most people chose to spend the time with their families. Marlene had no intention of going home just yet, knowing Dorcas was out and dreading the silence of the flat and how it made her overthink and cling even harder to her drink. The brunette preferred to stay in the Order meeting room, unless a mission of sorts came out of the blue, she was most likely going to be alone. It could be just like back at home, the bottle of firewhisky was already open on the table and she was sipping on her second glas, but at least she could pretend she was doing something useful. The door pushed open and the witch turned her head to see Edgar waltzing in, a heavy sigh leaving her lips as she could already imagine what he might say. "Oh, Ed, don't tell me to go home." She begged, pouting her lips as she rested her head on her palms, elbows set on the table. "I'll sit here and drink, won't cause any inconveniences. But please, don't make me go."

[fcrox]

who: @edgarebones where: outside the three broomsticks when: evening, christmas eve

Christmas, beloved as it was, it was a rough time all the same. A smile on her lips the witch had excused herself from the festive chaos inside to catch some fresh air. Busying herself with the tree decorations outside, the brunette had found a way to appear busy while her thoughts trailed. The world was no longer what it used to be. Life had gone, in so many ways, in so many directions. It was honestly tough to keep track of. Every now and then she’d find herself wondering, the many paths life had taken, the many paths it did not and potentially never would. And, above all, all the paths that were nothing more than simple options and possibilities.

The thought alone, however, gloom it may have been for others caused the Abbott-witch to smile. Genuine happiness on her face she continued arranging the tree ornaments again. Something about their composition seemed to bother her. That was until steps caused her to turn around, ready to greet whoever it was. A silly assumption of it being a simple customer caused the former Gryffindor to whirl around, words caught in her throat before they ever had a chance to escape her. How was it that after all that time he could still catch her off guard and cause her to become speechless in an instant? “It’s pretty crowded inside. You might have to wait a moment if you’re hoping for a table.” First words, nowhere near a hello.

[fcrox]

who: @edgarebones where: christmas day when: early morning

With life having gone so many ways, most so very different from the way she’d envision the world to go, something like Christmas almost felt like a luxury the witch had become worried over the past few months was not one they could afford. Normally giddy as a child on Christmas morning the raven haired one held back those feelings, to appear calmer. The only thing that gave away the joy hidden underneath was the smile on her lips, the ever-dancing flame of happiness within her eyes; a flame that only left when faced with the reality out those doors.

Perhaps for just one day it would be okay to let go and simply enjoy herself. That’s how she found herself in the kitchen, working away at a breakfast she’d wanted to prepare for Edgar. When last the witch had checked on him the other had been fast asleep. Somehow, such a peaceful thing, she simply hadn’t dared to wake the other. And of course, there were presents. If all went according to plan, surely nothing could go wrong. The thought alone caused Hestia to hum, hum away as she worked on some scrambled eggs and bacon, toast and some assorted fruits. It was certainly not the most usual, nor the most extravagant meal. Just simply special, for them. This was her trying, truly trying.

[ofxsorcery]

Starter for: @edgarebones

Fabian placed the Butterbeer in front of Edgar as he took a seat on the opposite of the table at the Three Broomsticks. With Christmas coming up, it seemed like it was more quiet these days regarding the Order. It was a common occurrence in war; around the festive days, a cease fire sometimes came up. Fabian could only hope that was the case right now as well. “See that as my Christmas present to you. I know, it isn’t very original.” He took a look at the people at the Three Broomsticks right now, all people who seemed to be happy that the holidays and some time off seemed to be coming. International law however, never seemed to be sleeping. He picked up his wand and quickly put the silencing spell over their table. “So regarding the rumours in Ireland about a possible attack there, there’s not much being said about it in the international hallways.”

[mkmarlene]

where: muggle london who: @edgarebones

Being Edgar’s mentee worked both ways, being close enough to hide her obvious issues at plain sight and actually getting to learn a thing or two. The witch admired him, his technique and leadership something to be proud of, and to think he could share some of that knowledge, make her better, it was worth it. Her desire for revenge burn deep inside her, unrelentingly, waiting for the moment to come.

Tagging along for a mission, Marlene had made it her purpose to be a good student today, follow the rules for once. As they apparated together to the location that had been unknown to her up till now, the witch turned her head as she immediately recognised the place. “Muggle London.” She breathed out, her eyes finding her mentor’s as she wondered why here of all places. “What are we doing today, Ed?” Curiosity carefully threaded with concern on her question.

[ofxsorcery]

Starter for: @edgarebones Location: Pantry of the Three Broomsticks Random word from generator: injury

They were both seated on two stools, a box of supplies on the floor between them. The safe house was hidden behind the wall of the pantry but they had chosen to take a seat here instead of there. Which was only because Edgar had wandered in with a rather innocent injury than in actual need of a safe house. So here they were, cleaning up the injury with both hand and magic and then making sure it was bandaged properly.

"I know we haven't spoken before the gala in a long time, but if you wanted to reconnect more since... You could always come by for a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks, instead of showing up here injured. Just so you know that for a next time."