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"A person’s life doesn’t have to be dramatic to have an appreciation for drama. Just like you don’t have to be an author to appreciate a good book."
"If I was invested in my appearance that would really worry me but it doesn’t. I’m not as interested in my appearance as you are."
“So you like to see other people experiencing drama, but you don’t want any of that yourself?”
“As I am? Excuse me? I’m not invested into my appearance at all …!”
Well, a mild form of sadism, anyway. What is this mysterious opinion that you have of me?
It’s not mysterious at all, it was rather that I was thinking that there were other things that you would consider to be sadistic than this?
"Sleepless nights, right." Septima couldn’t help laughing again. "Sorry to disappoint you… does it disappoint you? No, you don’t need to be all manly and reassuring for my sake now. I have the fortune of sleeping like a baby at night," she replied with a grin. "And that kind of drama I can deal with. That’s all just teenagers not knowing how to control themselves," Septima waved away with an eyeroll and a flick of her hand.
She hummed as though considering, eyeing him for a moment. “Yes, I do believe you. Men our age who can dance are hard to come by, so that’s a definite plus.” Her smile widened a little. “Alright then, you’ll get that dance.”
“No, it doesn’t disappoint me, don’t worry,” Edgar smiled. “And I didn’t mean to sound all manly, I was just being a good headboy and fellow student and making sure that your health was alright,” he grinned a little wider before eventually starting to laugh. “It was just a joke, okay?”
He shrugged his shoulders as he thought about the past parties they had attended, but despite a little bit of the usual hormone induced tears and pranks here and there, it had all been more fun than drama. “I’m sure that nothing out of the ordinary will happen, and even the ordinary will only be the usual, boring stuff that happens every year. It won’t result in an epic battle between lions and snakes.” Septima’s words made Edgar huff with amusement. “Perfect. Wait … are you saying there are any deficits on your imaginary list?”
"Yeah, I doubt you’d get rich on that bet though, not with those odds anyway. Or, I don’t know. It should be way too obvious, but some people act like it isn’t.” Sirius shrugged, the Great Hall coming into view. It was a good thing it was lunch time, he was starting to get hungry.
Sirius huffed out a laugh in dry amusement. “There are way too many people here who think they’re kings and queens of the school as it is. I’m surprised we haven’t already imploded with so many ‘big personalities’ in one space. Don’t envy you for your job one bit.”
“Well, thanks for making me safe my money though. Not that I actually wanted to put any on you and the intention behind your pranks, but … just in case.” Edgar had finally found his book and shoved it into place in his bag, leaving it on top for him to grab as soon as the next lesson would start. Though of course, there was the lunch break first. “Just try to be as nice as possible, okay?”
It wasn’t like Black’s words weren’t true. Quite a lot of people seemed to walk around the castle thinking that they owned the place. And that most rules didn’t apply to them. A way of thinking that Edgar couldn’t quite agree with. Yet, it caused him to smirk and shoot a sideglance at Black. “You mean like you and your friends for example?”
"I think it’d be worth it."
“Was that a threat, Carrow?”
Septima had to laugh. “How much of a worrier do you think I am, really?” It wasn’t that she could deny that tensions between Slytherins and others, mostly Gryffindors, had risen again over the past year. But that would still hopefully not mean that anything bad had to happen at their party. “But we still should avoid any fireworks, remember what Dumbledore said.”
She was watching his reminiscent laugh with amusement of her own before his next words took her by surprise. A small laugh came over her lips. “A dance? You want to dance with me?”
“Oh, I’m just wondering if the pressure of being a head girl might have caused some sleepless nights yet?” Edgar teased, but without any spite in his voice. “But I’m sure it will be fine, just the usual teenage drama, and we’ll simply keep an eye on the buffet, and on anyone who might carry a large bag, how does that sound?”
Edgar’s own lips curled up into a grin. “Why not? We need to celebrate our promotion after all. And I promise that I’m not too bad of a dancer, you don’t have you fear for your toes.”
Late night school shift || Alecto & Edgar
Alecto snorted in annoyance. So close to leaving and she’d have to go back - if he had at least taken a bit longer, she’d be able to have left without making her situation worst. But no, of course that didn’t happen - things lately were anything but good to her.
She slowly turned back to the room - it’s not like she would leave, but it wasn’t like she’d do her job well done and willing either. No one said how much she had to deliver ready, anyway - which means she’d have to stay there for a little while (or a long while, most likely), but not necessarily organize a bunch of files. A few, yes, but no quantity specified - and specification was very important.
Although Bones being the one who’d stay there watching her organize the things would be far more interesting than if it was the potions teacher, with Slughorn she knew she’d leave earlier. He’d hate to waste his time there, and Alecto could be persuasive - besides, he did accepted to be bought with gifts and stuff. Edgar, however, was much harder. She tried once and couldn’t get away completely - which is why she was here now, after all.
But she decided to look on the brighter side - and that was being alone with the handsome headboy until late night. It would be hard to convince him to be actually fun, she knew - he was on duty, after all. That and the girl wasn’t sure how he was dealing with the whole gossip thing. Still, she could have her entertainment trying - and who knows, maybe actually getting something. “You know,” Alecto started, a hint of mockery in her voice.”I think I’ll start avoiding seen your face darling, because it never brings me good news.”
The room looked like pretty much a teacher office did - well, not one luxurious like Slughorn’s surely, but still, the basic teacher office. Alecto sat at what would be the teacher’s desk, facing Edgar, and crossing her legs, very aware of how short her skirt was. ”So, I think none of us really want to be here. How willing would you be to make a deal with me and everyone leaves soon and happy?”
She didn’t expect him to accept it at all - all she was doing is testing what she’d have to work with. If he acted like that day, joining the game and the teasing, it would surely be easier than if he was completely Headboy mode on. Much more fun, too.
It may not happen that night, either, but Alecto was decided to make that rumors about the two of them true now - if she’d lose everything because of the rumors, she’d at least have the fun part of it. In the end, it didn’t matter how much she had controlled herself and not even kissed Edgar the other night. In the end, even if she didn’t cheat on Amycus he thought she did - and if she had to listen to him and to the whole bloody school claiming she was sleeping with Bones, she’d at least give them a reason to actually say so.
She knew it wasn’t the best - if Amycus did decide he was being the jerk that he was actually being, it would all be messed up. But again, why did she have to be hurt and suffer and then accept him as if nothing happened? If they did got back together - which seemed unlikely right now - she’d have to forgive him. He could deal with her sleeping with Bones after they had fought.
Edgar let Alecto go back into the room first before he closed the door behind him, shutting the noise from the students out that were still making their way through the corridors, probably on their way to enjoy themselves. As Edgar had been planning to. Instead, he was here, alone in a room with the person that half the school was talking about … in connections to him. Right. The irony of the whole situation didn’t escape him, but any previous teasing aside, he had no intentions of making these rumours true. Alecto was beautiful, sure. Seductive and teasing, and their little play had been fun. But Edgar wouldn’t risk anything, least of all his position as a head boy, for some mindless fun. And by the way Alecto was crossing her legs, well aware that his eyes of course briefly flickered over her long legs, it seemed to be what she had in mind. Well, not tonight, no.
“So far the bad news have been all your fault,” Edgar grinned though, as he walked around the desk towards the line of cabinets that were lined up along one wall and pulled open one of the doors. “Follow the rules, or at least don’t get caught, and you don’t end up in detention or with seeing my face,” he reminded her and pulled out a box with files to place it on one of the closer desks. He then dusted off his hands on his trousers and leaned against the desk, his arms crossed as he looked at her.
“A deal?” he asked, with his eyebrows quirking up. “Are you trying to get yet another reduction of your quality time here with those files? I’m afraid I have to decline this time.” But he had to say, it was kind of amusing to see how hard she was trying to get out of this, with either less time or less work for her to do. She wasn’t one to give up easily, it seemed. It wasn’t like he wanted to be here either after all. He could think of at least a hundred things that he would prefer to be doing on a Friday night. But duty called.
“You know,” he smirked slightly as he glanced over to her. “You won’t get any work done while you’re sitting there and just keep talking. At least sort some files while you do so, or it will all take even longer. And I’m sure that’s the last thing you want.”
"Dear Edgar, while I may have a tendency to gasp it’s only for dramatic effect. Either way it’s certainly more expressive than what you’re doing. Speaking of dramatic effect, I think I feel another rendition of Poe coming on. "
"If you made any expression like that I’m more likely to check if your face is showing any signs of cracking."
"Dramatic effect? I didn't know that your life was so dramatic? Or do you have to add that gasp because it's not dramatic enough and you want it to be more dramatic?
Don't worry about my face, it will stay as pretty as it is. I'm not sure about yours, though. Is that a wrinkle I spot?"
"Stony faced. Stony meaning impassive like a rock and face well being your face. And you were too. Look! There you are at it again! Stony faced just like I said. Well I suppose you can’t see your own face, but it looks a lot like this."
"Oooh, I bet my face is very expressive, unlike yours, sweet Amy, see, all you seem to do is gasping. That's not very expressive either, you know?"
"But if I ever look like this, you might consider checking if I didn't have a stroke or something!"
Late night school shift || Alecto & Edgar
Alecto waited, in the empty room, for Slughorn to be there so she’d start - truthfully, she was hoping he had forgot. Organizing files on a Friday night was just the opposite of fun.
It was only a few days before that Bones had come to tell her sentence. A rather amusing situation, really. She hadn’t notice he was approaching before people started to look - and searching for what they were seeing, she had finally seen Edgar coming. It was amusing, really, how the people in her house could be so discreet. Except they weren’t, and some of them had started the whispers again, as soon as they saw it. It’s not like she cared for what anyone would say anymore, anyway.
Well, in fact she did - but not in the sense of feeling bad, or sad, or hurt with anyone’s judgement. She had wanted to see his face - part of her had been dying to look, desperate to see that jealous glare there, as it was so many times before. She hadn’t, though - she had only looked to Amycus face after she had finished talking to the headboy.
‘Mrs Carrow' made her laugh a bit, even though she tried not to - Alecto could refrain her tongue, though, and hadn't said they didn't need such formality anymore. When he announced what she was doing, the girl sighed. If there was one thing she hated, it was paperwork of any kind. “Files? On a Friday? You've got to be kidding me.”
But no matter what she had said, it was what it was, and now she was waiting for five minutes at least. Slughorn probably didn’t remember he was supposed to go there and tell her what to do, at least - and better if he didn’t, really. He would be the one to blame, than, and not her.
After a few minutes more, Alecto was leaving. She wouldn’t wait for someone like the potions master, who surely would be there already if it was important. When she reached the door, however, there was Edgar Bones again. Would he have come to tell her she was free?
"Well, well. If it isn’t the good looking again." Even if there were still talk about them, she didn’t care. The damage had been done, and well, it wasn’t able to be undone now. And that, of course, meant she would surely not treat him formally, as he did last time they’ve spoken. "Slughorn did not show up, so I’m not technically breaking any rules this time, darling.”
The message had come almost too late. Edgar had been about to leave the common room and enjoy his free night when the owl arrived, its beak picking angrily at the window until he let her in. Slughorn’s handwriting told him in large and hastily scribbled letters that he would not be able to attend the observation of Alecto’s detention, but that Edgar was to take over instead.
With a groan, he rolled the parchment together. Great, more to fuel the rumours that were already going on, and no, he was not happy about it. That aside though, he had been looking forward to that free evening, and the idea of having to spend three hours watching someone sort files was … not exactly what he had seen himself doing during that time. But all complaining wouldn’t change a thing, he was the headboy after all and so he made his way up to the second floor, though without bothering to get back into his school uniform. He was already late, changing would even take longer, so he just rushed up the stairs.
Just in time, as it seemed, when he rounded the corner and saw the door to the room opening, and Alecto being about to leave.
“Well, sorry to disappoint you,” he shrugged as he came to a halt in front of her, urging her back into the room. “Slughorn isn’t coming, so I’ll be the one keeping an eye on you for tonight. No early release for you yet.”
"I would be if you hadn’t been so stony faced when you said it."
“Stony faced? I wasn’t stony faced. What’s that even supposed to mean? I'm not stony faced at all!”
A somewhat disbelieving laugh came over her lips. “What? How did I make it sound anything like that, much less catastrophising? I said ‘one last time’ which technically implies that the others were pretty good as well, you know?” she couldn’t help grinning. “And you can only remember two. I seriously hope that it will go well again, because I’m hell bent on enjoying myself.”
“I don’t know,” Edgar shrugged with a laugh. “It sounded like you thought that all our previous parties ended in huge battles between the Slytherins and Gryffindors, with a few casualties among the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Of course I know that this wasn’t the case. Though I think I remember that one time that ended in quite a literal bang, when someone threw fireworks into the punch. Though I have to admit, McGonagall's face was priceless.” He laughed, remembering the chaos that had been caused when everyone had been showered in punch. “But yeah, since I guess we won’t be on duty all night, may I ask for a dance at some point?”
Oh, no, don’t mistake me. I don’t like you; I only find a sort of amusement in your sadistic tendencies. It’s unexpected.
If that’s already sadistic to you, then I guess I have to rethink my opinion about you.
Late night school shift || Alecto & Edgar
If there was one thing that Edgar took seriously, then it was his job as a headboy. Okay, maybe he let a thing slip from time to time, depending on the damage done or not done. Sometimes it was even better to turn a blind eye, when it served the student’s entertainment and no one got harmed in the end. but once he had stepped in, and once he had given out punishment for something a student had committed, then he always followed the rules and played by the book. So right the next day after catching Alecto in the hallway, Edgar found himself in Professor Slughorn’s office, discussing the incident and the resulting punishment with him. It was easy to discuss these matters with Slughorn, since he mostly cared about everything else but these things, and he left most of the judgment to the head students anyway. Eventually that meant that Edgar’s reduced punishment for Alecto was in fact no problem, and all he needed to do was to find and tell her now. After those rumours about them spreading though, it felt more like running the gauntlet. Yet, he walked straight up to her after lunch had been finished, ignoring the glares and glances of the rest of the Slytherin table. Standing straight, he was all head boy when he cleared his throat.
“Mrs Carrow, I have talked to Professor Slughorn about your detention, and he has told me that you are to sort files in the archive room on the second floor. The first time will be on Friday evening at seven. If you have any further questions about this, I have to ask you to address him about those matters.”
"But I’m already a good, sweet and lovable sister. Face it I’m awesome and your life would be really boring if it weren’t for me."
"Yeah, right. You are the best sister there is, my favourite one of course. No one could ever compare to you. Happy?"
"We had! It’s just so remarkably easy to tease you about that sort of thing and your nose scrunches up in the cutest way when you get mad. Seriously Edgar, what kind of sister would I be if I didn’t pick on you from time to time."
"My .. my nose doesn't scrunch up like that, don't confuse me with yourself. And I don't know, maybe it would make you a very good, sweet and lovable sister?"
"I know, but it’s still so tempting. Quite a dilemma."
"Well, sorry to disappoint. Except you really want to lose any points for your house?"
