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[wcrmtailpettigrcw-blog]

cheap thrills | edgar & peter

MARCH 31st, 1979 DIAGON ALLEY

    The crowds hadn’t dispersed in the two hours Peter had been wandering around, striking up conversations with those he knew, and drinking. People were on varying levels of intoxication around him, but he was steadily tipsy as he weaved his way through kissing couples, fighting wizards, and laughing groups. It was the sort of festivity that would have made him uncomfortable had he not needed the distraction. They all wanted to pretend there was no longer a war crushing inwards, and he was grateful for the chance to lose himself in alcohol. It gave him a second to flourish without his three mates and the shadows they casted, and maybe he would even create his own memories before they found him.

    It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate all they had done for him, or how much they meant to him, but his life outside of Hogwarts was vastly different than what it had been. There was more isolation in the real world, and less time for pranks or drama. Childhood was over the moment he was taken. And now he was back, he was okay, and he hadn’t seen his mates - wasn’t even sure they knew he was alive - and that was okay too. Because he needed to deal with the decisions he made, and he wasn’t sure he could do that around them. 

    Peter felt himself growing overwhelmed as those thoughts came to the surface, and he shoved himself from the middle of the throng and onto the sidelines. It was there that he shuffled into the shoulder of a man he didn’t quite recognize, and his racing thoughts were brought to a lull. “Sorry, mate.” He licked his lips idly, and thrust out the bottle of Firewhiskey that he had been working on. “Want some? It’s basically full. Make up for the fact I slammed int’ ya. I mean, it doesn’t but...bloody hell, who cares?” He wasn’t drunk, but he suddenly wished he had been. Maybe it could have saved him from remembering how truly, utterly embarrassing he was. 

@buriedunderbones

[the-tenacious-auror]

Caught Up in this World || Edgar & Frank || November 23rd, 1978

November 23rd, 1978, Twin Pines Park @ 4:00 pm

He woke shouting. The walls reverberated with his remembered terror and the twisted sheets were a testament to his frantic movements. There was no such thing as a restful sleep. Not for him. Not anymore. Kicking at the tangle of cloth he finally swung his legs out to dangle above the floor. He braced wearily on the edge, his eyes already fighting to close again. Godric I’m so tired. A glance at the clock proved he’d only been out for a few hours, and yet that had been long enough. Sighing tiredly he pushed off the bed and half stumbled to the bathroom.

The icy water felt good. He splashed it into his face several times and finally lifted his head to stare at his reflection. Droplets of water clung to his lashes and the increasing stubble that adorned his jaw and chin. I should shave. He considered then grabbed his toothbrush instead. When he finally emerged, he felt a little bit more awake. Dragging on his pants and a shirt, he padded into his office and was relieved to see there was a note from Edgar. Checking his watch, he made note of the time and then headed back to his bedroom to finish dressing.

He managed to fill the next two hours with case work (not that there was much to do) but when the agreed time finally rolled around, he eagerly hauled on his cloak and headed for the front door. It only took a moment to reinforce the wards on the house, the gestures almost accomplished by wrote now. Then he withdrew his wand and apparated to the small park where he’d once found Edgar sleeping. It really was one of his favorites. The winding trails would also be good for two people who wanted to talk without being overheard.

Not surprised when he arrived first, Frank headed for one of the benches that lined the main path through the park and eased down on the bench, lifting his face up to the deceptively bright sun even as he tugged his cloak closer to his body. He knew he’d warm up once Edgar arrived and they started walking, but in the meantime it was bloody cold! The crunch of feet on the path drew his attention, and he stood when he recognized Edgar. Offering a half smile before he ducked his chin, focusing on dragging his coat tighter to his body again, he said, “Glad you could make it mate.” He said, stepping out onto the path to join him.

Falling into step, he focused on his feet for several moments, trying to arrange his thoughts. He’d never voluntarily sought out someone like this before. It wasn’t really his way of coping, but he’d made a promise, and he was determined to try. He glanced over at his companion, gaze narrowing. “What happened to you?” He asked, wondering if there’d been trouble that he’d somehow missed. 

[memoriesintheflames]

"Look Edgar!" 

"What Ames?" 

"I can hold the sun in my hands." 

Taken by Edgar Bones who chortled at his sister's silliness during their family vacation. circa. Summer 1975. 

[Source]

[wintersoldierwrites]

Surprise Number One | Grace & Edgar

Perhaps it was a sort of defense mechanism, or a first instinct - but flirtation somehow managed to sneak its way into any conversation she may fall into with someone of the opposite gender. Perhaps it can be blamed on her history for the past fifteen or so years, but she found that to be the quickest way to have a pleasant conversation. Anything else got too... complicated. With her past, her mutation, and every abnormal thing about her, relationships with anyone were complicated. She thought things might be a little different around other people like her, but in the end, she would always feel like an outcast. Was that so unreasonable for someone who was a ghost, someone who had supposedly died in a car crash so long ago?

At the very least, Edgar seemed like someone whose company she could enjoy. Granted, she would have liked it very much if it were under different circumstances - but who knows? Maybe the night would be better than they were in the past. At the very least she didn't have to be so protective of her mutation.

So, with that ray of hope in mind, Grace handed a generous tip to the taxi driver and smiled. "Thank you! And watch that seat belt - wouldn't want you to go flying," she added with a wink. The taxi driver gave her a kind wave before he drove off, and after a quick glance in a pocket mirror to check her appearance, she approached Edgar's front door. He lived in the middle of the city, which to some seemed like complete madness, but Grace rather liked it. There were people everywhere, and she liked the thought that all of them were living.

Perhaps out of habit, she took a deep breath and straightened herself before knocking and giving her best smile.

[affable-mister-tonks-blog]

On Patrol || Edgar & Ted || September 17th, 1978 || Challenge 19

It was a sign of the times that ‘he’ of all people had been commandeered for this task. Not the he had a problem with it. Merlin knew he was desperate to help, though Andy had been far from pleased when he’d told her that the Ministry had chosen to send him to Hogwarts for a day or so. The moment he set foot on his old school grounds he had to pause to draw in a deep breath just relishing the familiar old scent of wild trees and herbs. No place in the world smelled quite like it. To a boy of twelve who’d grown up thinking things like magic and dragons were the stuff of good stories and nothing more, Hogwarts had been a dream come to life.

Thirteen years later it could still fill him with wonder.

Shaking himself he picked up the pace heading toward the main entrance where he could see a few other adult figures disappearing. For the first hour they all took turns roaming around the dinner hall where the students had congregated for dinner. It was a hushed affair, though he wasn’t surprised. The sight random aurors and ministry employs silently marching the perimeter was a rather daunting sight. It certainly would have given him pause. He found himself trying to identify everyone wondering, most silent and distant, immersed in their duties and thoughts. He recognized a few, but for the most part they were strangers. In the end it was a firm reminder that he wasn’t there to reminisce. The world was at war, and the wizarding community was doing what it could to protect the young and innocent from the reality of that darkness.

After dinner they broke up, following the houses as they separated to return to their respective areas of the castle. It was good to see the Hufflepuff common room, though he didn’t linger. He made sure everyone was ensconced and accounted for, and then made a b-line for the main hall where the rest had assembled.

Dumbledore didn’t waste time handing out assignments, and he was grateful when he was paired up with Edgar Bones. It would be nice to work with a friendly face at least, and one that he knew he could trust. Heading toward the other man, he checked his watch and then nodded with his head toward the front door as he unfurled the small leaf of parchment with their instructions on it.

Patrol the Dark Forest.

“Well the last time I was here, the forest was forbidden. I suppose it only makes sense that it would be on the watch list this time around.” He mused as he fell into step beside Edgar. The air was crisp with a fine curtain of moisture when they emerged into the darkness. Without the sun, the chill was more biting and he drew his coat tighter and dug his gloves out of his pocket. They paused long enough to grab some torches before heading toward the edge of the forest. 

[doeofthe-meadowes]

Is Anybody Out There? || Doe & Edgar || {Flashback to the end of the attack}

Every little step sent a bolt of pain coming all over her. Her eyes were getting clouded and her mind was a little muddled. One… Two… Three… Four… Four hits of crucio and more curses fired at her than ever before. She gritted her teeth while she dragged herself through the emptying alley. She could hear friends being reunited, families looking for their loved ones and people fussing over each other’s wounds and pains. Her wand had been stuffed to the pocket of her pants and her once able arm was now limp and falling at her side, still bleeding quite a bit. Her other free hand was grasped around her wounded shoulder, hoping to stop the blood flow in that way.

Step by step, she made her way through the emptying cobblestone alley, her vision blurring by the second. Never had she been impacted with spells so harmful and never had she encountered people so determined to kill. Oh how she wanted to scream out, “Help!", but she knew she’d become an easy target for any other bloodthirsty attacker that way. The effects of the cruciatus curse still lingering in her bones, giving her surprise impacts of pain in frequent measures just wanted made her want to give up even more. Her eyes were closing slowly and just as she’d seen some seemingly harmless moving figures, possibly some people who could help her, her legs decided to fail her. Her knees buckled and she fell on the cobblestone street, aware of the bloodstains covering the floor. “H-Help…" Doe managed to croak out, her once resistant body now slowly caving into the pain from the curses fired at her.