1 July 1979 | Just Get Me Out Of Here | Lily and Edgar | The Ministry Of Magic (Main Atrium)
Edgar had sworn he'd never find himself back at one of these circuses. He'd grown up having to attend Ministry parties (if you could even call them parties, seeing as how mind numbingly boring they were), and once he'd come of age he'd managed to talk himself out of having to attend them with the rest of the Bones family, thank Merlin. Although before that happened he'd skipped quite a few by faking sick or conveniently disappearing when it was time to leave. This time, he was only here out of duty. Dumbledore had wanted Order members to attend if they could, and he wasn't one to skive off Order tasks just because he found them boring.
At least there was food. Edgar, dressed in a pair of dress robes he'd filched from Edmund because he had no idea where his own had got to, hung around a table of food near the wall, not wanting to risk running into anyone who knew him. There was every chance that someone his parents knew would want to ask him about what he'd done with his life since graduating (which was, essentially, nothing). And come to think of it, his parents themselves were probably here too. Edgar cringed. He wouldn't make such a fuss over talking to them anywhere else, but he didn't want them to think he'd come here by choice.
Grabbing another pumpkin pastie from the very large stack of them on the table, Edgar spotted a much younger familiar face than the people he was avoiding. It was Lily Evans, a newer member of the Order almost straight out of Hogwarts.They'd met before at a few Order meetings, although never spoken much. Lucky she'd turned up when she did, though, because Edgar thought he could see a crotchety oldcolleague of his father's notice him and start to approach. He quickly caught Lily's eye to try to seem otherwise engaged.
"Hello there, Evans. Enjoying the party?" He asked, tone implying that he sincerely wasn't expecting her to answer the question positively. There was every chance that she was here for the same reason he was, out of loyalty to the Order rather than a love for being around a mix of pretentious purebloods and wrinkled wizards who had probably attended the very first Founder's Day Gala.