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aceincharge:

Her fingers tapped idly against the marble top of her cafe table, biting her lip as she dared to glance back again at the front page of the Daily Prophet. She knew what was on it. She’d already glanced at the moving picture plastered under the gratuitously violent headline dozens of times. There was nothing but gratuitously violent headlines in the papers nowadays. With a huff she pushed the paper all the way across the small circle of tabletop she’d claimed for her work until it teetered precariously off its side. She should be working. She had Ministry idiots to deal with and a book to write, half her manuscript in piles around her as if they’d been organized by a furious tornado. 

“I’m starting to think I need to move to a different country if I want to get anything done,” she murmured to herself, pushing her hair out of her view.

a SMALL break. that’s what edgar told himself when he entered the cafe an hour earlier. technically, he was his own boss and what he did during the work day was entirely up to him. but he was an honest man ( and a dedicated ministry employee ), so he often felt guilty when he wasn’t working when he should be. however, edgar was in a slump that day, mind plagued with distracting thoughts that transformed into his inability to be productive. so he found himself in a cafe that was no where near the ministry, desperate for any source of motivation as he ate his lunch. “isn’t that the truth. i think i’ve gotten more done on a family vacation i took five years ago than i have the past few months.” he glanced up at the familiar face from his table next to hers, sandwich in hand. 

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a NORMAL day with his sister was all edgar wanted or at least asked for. but plans changed ( or in his case, fell through easily ) and he found himself back at home after the babysitter canceled unexpectedly. so naturally, he towed eleanor along with him, obviously disappointed as he’d ushered the babysitter out of the townhouse. “listen, i really am sorry we had to come back here instead of staying at the restaurant. i feel like every time we try to do something nice, it always gets ruined.” he sighs as he returns to the living room, beginning to shrug his jacket off. “i’d offer to make you lunch instead, but you know i’m no good in the kitchen, so take out ?” the man chuckles as he peers into the crib where his one year old son micah slept peacefully, smiling to his self. but of course edgar couldn’t let the moment stay calm, instead calling up the stairs to where his other two children played. “guys, guess who’s here ? your aunt eleanor ! come give her a HUG !” edgar smiles smugly, crossing his arms behind his back as he nudges his sister with his shoulder. “get ready to get TRAMPLED.” @elnorbones

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canismajcrs:

 why were children so slippery? one moment he had had dora right in his sight and the next she had managed to sneak away from him. well, this definitely wasn’t something that was going to look good for his future role as god father to james’s child. he was pretty certain that lily and james would have his head if he were to ever lose their kid. excuse me, not lose, temporary misplace. that was what he was trying to convince himself had happened as he searched the crowded ice cream shop for the girl that was practically his niece. it didn’t take too long to find her. she was headed back towards the line to get more ice cream though she was rather rudely cutting the line. “ dora no! “ he exclaimed as he grasped his shoulder and pulled her back from cutting the line. “ er–sorry about that, “ he said to whoever she’d cut in line.

even though edgar was technically off work for the day, he wasn’t really, because watching THREE children was almost as difficult as working in the department of mysteries. especially since they’d decided to take a trip to diagon alley, meaning keeping the three bones children together was practically impossible. so while his wife went off to gringott’s, edgar snuck his oldest two off to florean fortescue’s ice cream parlor for an afternoon treat. the absence of meltdowns, he decided, was enough reason to grant his son and daughter a bit of SUGAR. just as he was making them promise to keep it a secret from their mother, his eyes catch sight of nymphadora darting in front of them. “don’t worry about it.” the older man presses his lips into a thin line as he meets his gaze, hands stuffed inside his pockets. he’d hardly interacted with sirius, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t HEARD the rumours about him and his younger sister. “we were just about to order. does dora want anything ?”

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alastoring:

the laughter eased up the weight on his shoulders, neck, chest, head. all of him was heavy with sleep and the nature of his work, but edgar, his old friend, was a like a fresh breath of air into that office - although his answer didn’t quite satisfy him. alastor didn’t question it though. they were too alike sometimes, and the auror was certain that if he wasn’t saying the whole truth, neither was edgar. “they’re overworked alright. and, you know, they have lives to go back to and i could spare the time.” lives. spouses, children, pets, hobbies. sometimes it simply felt unfair to take some of them away from that, given how overworked the office already was. “and i enjoy being thorough.” with that, he turned to grab a sandwich, unwrapping it with a thankful nod. “the kids will get it.” an attempt. alastor was not sure if what he was betting on was right, but as was often the case, much more than the obvious was going on inside of edgar’s head, and it seemed particularly concerned. “you always try to make it home early. so they’ll get it. if you CAN’T be there right now, i’ll be here ‘till the morning so just make yourself comfortable. oh, wait, you have already.” the final part was added with a smirk, far too used to it to be bothered.

”yeah, except your version of thorough includes you staying up half the night trying to make every little DETAIL perfect.”edgar knows his job requires extreme and delicate accuracy, yet he can’t help but tease him about it. but he’s also not one to talk, as they’ve adopted a similar work ethic over the years of working at the ministry. he was just as guilty. “just don’t want them to worry. harper’s been very restless these past few nights, so i just hope she can get some sleep tonight.” he shrugs it off, as if to avoid the topic completely. instead of elaborating, he takes a bite of sandwich to stall before changing the subject.“what can i say ? i think i like your office more than mine. they give you auror hot shots all this damn space but give US offices practically the size of a damn shoebox.” he spins his chair around slowly, sandwich in hand as he takes a quick visual of the room. honestly, the man was in alastor’s office more than he was in his OWN, opting to go bother his friend instead of doing his actual job like he was supposed to. “we should trade one day. actually no, i don’t think i’d know what to do with all this space.”

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elnorbones:

not too long into his response and her smile emerged. laughter following at the memory of her brother’s absolute uselessness last year- it was adorable. finally hearing the words she had hoped for a week ago, she wasted no time in launching herself at him, arms wrapping firmly around his middle. “you’re impossible and i love you and… sorry, if i was harsh.” she mumbled into his shirt. relieved to have no more reason to be pissed at her big brother. after several minutes she pulled back, opening her front door in welcome. “so how much should i be thanking my brilliant sister-in-law?”

edgar was almost SURPRISED when eleanor wrapped him in her embrace, though he didn’t question it before he returned the sentiment. “i love you, el. please don’t apologize for anything, okay ? you did nothing wrong.” the man shakes his head, giving his younger sister one last squeeze before releasing her from his grasp. “please, that was ALL me.” he persists as he steps inside the house, practically lying through his teeth. his wife was the one to break through his stubborn exterior and convince him to see it another way, but he was sure his sister knew that without him saying. “anyway, i was wondering when i would be invited over for a tour. show me around ?”     

edgar & eleanor | june 1977

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i. truthfully, edgar didn’t know much about the department of mysteries until his seventh year of hogwarts, when he was scrambling to find a post-graduate program to join. his father was the one who planted the idea of becoming an unspeakable in his mind, and that ignited a strong determination to be accepted into the program. it required a rigorous application process and background checks, and even after all that was over, only a handful of students were chosen to begin training. edgar was one of the lucky few ( which probably inflated his ego even more ) and he began training the summer after he graduated hogwarts. 

ii. working in the department of mysteries comes with high levels of confidentiality and security precautions. edgar was sworn to secrecy on his very first day and has maintained his promise ever since. the consequences for sharing information are some he never hopes to experience. with that said, his family respects and knows that he can only share so much if anything at all. this was very hard for edgar at first because he really likes to talk / brag about how cool his work is, but he also doesn’t want to get fired so he eventually learned how to shut up. 

iii. edgar spends most of his time in the experimental labs working on his projects. his main focus is time & that entails the use of many time turners / conducting his own experiments. he can spend hours on end in the experimental chambers, and he’s usually one of the last people to go home at night. some of his projects are conducted with others, while some of them are just done by himself. he has a harder time working with others because he is very arrogant and thinks he’s always right, so he’s not everyone’s favorite person to work with at the office. 

iv. he does have an office, a tiny one on the outskirts of the chambers. since he spends most of his time in the labs, he’s hardly ever in there. papers are strewn chaotically all across his desk, the result of his natural inability to organize and utter laziness to put forth the effort. he does have to write a lot of write ups ( kinda of like lab reports ) on all his experiments, so it can be quite difficult to find the papers he needs at times. besides the desk, he has a lamp, a few chairs and a large bookshelf packed full of books he’s collected over the years. he also has a dozen pictures of his family scattered across the room that keep him sane when he’s making himself go crazy with projects. edgar doesn’t really like spending a lot of time in his office because it makes him feel cramped and restricted, preferring to stay in the experimental chambers as much as he can. 

v. because he’s been working there for nearly half his life ( he’s an old man ), he has worked his way up the ranks, kinda. he’s not necessarily in charge, because edgar wouldn’t do very well in a leadership role, but he’s more of like a second or third in command. the head of the department trusts him and knows he would never purposefully do anything wrong, so he kinda let’s edgar do whatever he wants with his experiments and research. despite his huge ego, edgar really is a good man and would never take advantage of the power he’s been given. he’s vvv loyal to his work and the ministry. 

vi. since half his family and friends work in the ministry, edgar finds himself wandering up and down the corridors quite often, especially when he’s procrastinating. he likes to explore the other departments since he usually spends so much time confined to his own. he practically grew up going to work with his father at the ministry, so he finds great comfort in the place ( even if his job can be v stressful at times ). 

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elnorbones:

back against the door, arms crossed defensively, her eyes remained trained on her brother’s face. at his apology, she almost smiled. nearly let him waltz in without another word spoken except… “i need to know that you respect what i’m doing, edgar.” she tried to speak gently, but there was a bitter edge. just because she expected him to take this long didn’t mean she appreciated it.”  i believe you when you say you support me. i do, but.” i want you to be proud of me too, she bit into her lip, smothering words. “we’re just going to get into a screaming match next year if you can’t acknowledge that healing is just as valuable as any ministry job.”

“i really do respect your work.” and he meant it. he had grappled with it for awhile, but after some DEEP thought ( and refreshing insights from his wife ), he’d begun to see it eleanor’s way. “do you remember when bailey was born last summer and it was an absolute nightmare because none of us knew what we were doing ? the healers at st. mungos made it less of a nightmare so that the only thing we had to worry about was me not passing out.” he almost laughs at the thought, arms crossed over his chest as he meets his sister’s gaze again. “i know it’s valuable, el. and i also know that you’re going to make an amazing healer.” 

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alastoring:

sometimes he felt stuck in a never-ending cycle of earth-shattering events, with no breathing room to do what some would call ‘processing’ or 'cope’. he’d rather call it a busy schedule. auror missions, order missions, his own missions not approved by anyone - it was as if most of his memories of the past few years, and especially the latest months, were all of running, cursing, bleeding, 'i’ll notify the family’. after many hours of reviewing cases and doing paperwork, his office felt smaller, closing in on him, until a beaming face walked right in. alastor didn’t bother telling him about knocking. “how could i possibly thank you enough for that?” his words came with a smirk, denouncing the playfulness in them. the auror didn’t turn to face his friend, his eyes much more focused on the board in which he was writing what would be the sixth timeline for a case in one night. “obviously waiting for you and your blessings.” he checked his wristwatch, but it wasn’t as if he’d lost track of time. he never did. “just too much work, not enough time. why are you? it’s pretty late.”

“i’ll just take your constant PRAISE and affection for the rest of eternity, please and thanks.” he teases, beginning to unwrap a sandwich. things had always been easy between the two, the result of a strong friendship that had developed over years of quidditch practice and late night studying in the hufflepuff common room. he’d always been thankful for alastor’s companionship, especially now in the midst of the war. “i got caught up doing some research. figured i’d better finish it tonight rather than tomorrow.” edgar shrugs, sighing as he rubs his face with his hand. there was so much left unsaid  ––– i didn’t want to lie to my kids tonight. “ever thought about dumping some of this on some of the other aurors you got running around ? i swear, there’s about a million of them here. unless you’re overworking them too.” he teases his friend, leaning back in his chair with an amused grin. edgar had always considered himself a workaholic, but alastor was truly something else. 

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rvtaskeeter:

the definition of “innocent” was up to interpretation when it came to rita, but she swore that she was in knockturn alley near dusk for purely innocent purposes. she had been tailing someone for an article inconspicuously when she lost track of them and decided to go window shopping instead. rita sauntered over to the nearest store where many dark, yet subjectively beautiful, artifacts faced the path. to her left someone was looking inside the window at the objects on display and she couldn’t help but have some fun with them. leaning up against the window next to them, she drawled, “shopping for a loved one?” 

edgar loved his job, but sometimes it lead him to places he would rather AVOID, and tonight that was knockturn alley. after his boss sent him to pick up a few artifacts for them to examine, he found himself exploring the dark street for hours on end, almost lost. at the sound of another’s voice, edgar’s head turns, hardly missing a beat in response to her question. “yeah, i was actually thinking about getting my kids some toys from inside this shop. what do you think ? does it look kid-friendly enough ?” the man drawled, the sarcasm evident in his voice as he turns away from the window, almost relieved to have a small distraction from his hunt. 

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elnorbones:

two roommates twirled around their living room, a never ending celebration of the brunette’s recent move in. a knock at the door barely cut through the music. but eleanor didn’t bother silencing the player as she danced toward the it- turning the knob with a laugh. the laughter died at the sight of her elder brother’s face.

almost a week without word. eleanor may have never lived with her brother, but she knew him well. understood that apologies came slow. but a week was a long time for hurt to fester. she stepped into the hallway, letting the door close behind her. eyebrows raised, silently waiting for edgar to speak.

for a moment, he doesn’t know what to say. of course he’d mentally prepared a list before he came, but it disappeared at the mere sight of his sister. “can we talk ?” he shifted rather uncomfortably, stuffing his hands in his pockets before continuing. “i know i said some very hurtful things –––” he starts, finally gathering the courage to meet her gaze. “i just want what’s best for you, and you KNOW that. but i understand that your happiness is ultimately what matters the most and if becoming a healer is what will make you happy, then i support you completely. i mean it, el. i let my pride get in the way and i’m sorry.”

edgar & eleanor | june 1977

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edgar didn’t venture into the second level of the ministry of magic very often, but when he did it was usually because of boredom or a lack of motivation to continue his projects. but, this evening was different. an order mission the night before that had resulted in several casualties had left him mentally and physically exhausted. he’d stayed late at work ( much to his wife’s disapproval ), but he couldn’t bear going home and burdening his family with his stress. not TONIGHT. so he went to the only person he knew with complete certainty would still be at work in an effort to clear his head. of course, he didn’t come empty handed, a bag of sandwiches carefully tucked under his arm as he entered the nearly deserted office. he didn’t bother knocking, lips curling into a bright smile as he dropped the bag on his friend’s desk. “you can thank me later.” he joked, making himself comfortable in the chair behind alastor’s desk. “there’s not much goin’ on upstairs, so i decided to come bless you with my company. what’s got you here so late ?”  @alastoring

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witchnghour:

she took in his answer for a moment, thinking it over. she’d not quite made up her mind herself; it was a tough debate, if you asked her, one with many factors. even with some alcohol in her system, she was nowhere nearer to clarity. “makes sense. kind of a shitty tree, that whomping willow,” she said, her mind now going to the tree itself. while glenda was a big fan of nature itself, she made one exception, and that was for the whomping willow. “i’d hope so — i’d hate for the squid to … perish, or something. she’s one of the best parts of hogwarts.”

“well, let’s hope it never gets to that. i don’t really know what they’d be fighting about in the first place.” edgar admits, giving his shoulders a small shrug before continuing. “it’s not like they TALK, or wait, do they ?” he raises his eyebrows at the thought, taking a swig from his bottle as he leans against the bar. perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but edgar was wholeheartedly invested in this conversation now. “did ya ever see the squid ? i always saw a few splashes every once in awhile, but nothing that gave me enough evidence to believe it was really there.” 

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elnorbones:

her hand clapped over her mouth, physically pushing her distress back inside. wanting nothing more than to show edgar she didn’t care what he thought. that she didn’t need him or his approval. “sure, wouldn’t want to waste your time.” years of experience should have taught her that he wouldn’t ask her to stay. pushing back through the door, her hand paused on the knob. the urge to leave her new address, her apartment with doris, overcame her. just in case. but she let it pass and breezed through the door. 

it had been nearly a week since edgar’s fight with his sister and he hadn’t gone a full day without thinking about it. after begging amelia to give him eleanor’s new address, he found himself on her doorstep in the early evening. there wasn’t much that made him anxious, but this  ––– swallowing his pride in front of someone who knew him so well had him more nervous than ever. he allowed himself one more moment to collect his thoughts before raising his fist to the door, knocking lightly as he prayed for her forgiveness. 

edgar & eleanor | june 1977

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cmeliabones:

maybe being noisy was just something genetic that all bones’ shared. amelia knew she’d been quite the rowdy kid ( and could still be ) and was continuously impressed with the noise that edgar’s kids could produce. it was admirable, though, the way her brother handled them, especially on an evening as busy as this one. “they sure as hell are. dunno how you do it, ed,” she said, running a hand through her hair. she loved the kids, truly, but she could not imagine having to look after them all day, every day. “you do wonderfully, though. and they did — did you drug them, or something?” she grinned at the other, winking a little, before letting her expression shift into an offended one. “oi! i deserve some caffeine after tonight!” she paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow and cocking her head to the side. “you do know i know where your coffee is, right?”

“i’ll tell you, it’s all just lots and lots of sleepless nights.” edgar sported the bags under his eyes to prove it too, as he was unable to get a good night’s sleep since bailey had been born four years ago. in his mind, it was worth it, though. as cheesy as it seemed, being a father really was worth all the madness in his life. “what kind of parent do you think i am, mia ? that only happened ONCE.” he reminisced with a grin, a laugh falling from his lips. it wasn’t his proudest moment, but he only gave them the weakest sleeping potion ever invented to knock them out the night of his first order mission. obviously, it had gotten easier since then. “you got me there. okay, FINE  ––– but we’re only making one pot. besides, aren’t you basically immune to the caffeine by now ? i think that’s what your blood is primarily made of.” he teased his sister before he pushed himself off the couch, heading towards the kitchen.

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elnorbones:

“becoming a healer isn’t SETTLING you entitled ass.” her eyes widened for a moment at the name but then she barreled onward.”i’m going to be SAVING lives. why can’t you- merlin edgar, you’d think i just told you i planned to leave london to become the flints’ roadie.” her voice had lowered. her own temper shrinking as her brother’s grew. “why is it that amelia just wants me to be happy, but you just want me to be successful?” she faced him fully, tears beginning to prick her eyes. the letter flew back into her hand. smoothing the wrinkles on the page, she fought back gut-wrenching disappointment. “i think it’s time for me to go.”

his hazel eyes blinked, dumbfounded by the accusation thrown at him. they’d always fought, but this was the worst it had ever gotten, and it was COMPLETELY his fault. “happiness is synonymous with success, eleanor.” he nearly spat out, his tone laced with bitterness and indifference as he towered over his sister. it had always been somewhat difficult between the two, the result of an eleven year age gap and edgar’s need to constantly badger her. his naturally good intentions were often overshadowed by his excessive PRIDE and ignorance, though he would never admit it to anyone, much less himself. “maybe you should. no use staying if you won’t listen to me.” 

edgar & eleanor | june 1977

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TASK 006 - HOME SWEET HOME

WHERE do they live? which town? is it a flat, a big estate, a terraced house…?

edgar lives in a fairly large house just outside of norwich, england with his wife and three kids. the house is pretty big in size, though it seems much smaller now that the bones’s have three tiny kids running around.

why do they live there? how come they started living there?

the home was gifted to edgar and his wife by his late grandparents after they got married several years ago. it is an old family home that has been apart of the bones family for over fifty years, so edgar was honored when it was passed down to him. though its no manor and he would never want it to be, he takes great pride in his house.

tell us more about the decoration of the house

since the house is very old, it has a lot of rustic and wooden tones that edgar really loves. perhaps the most prominent decorations are the toys that are scattered across the house at all times of the day. many of the walls are covered with bookshelves, family heirlooms or pictures. they have a huge fireplace in their living room that’s always running during the winter. one of his favorite parts of the house are his kids’ rooms that he helped decorate himself by crafting most of the furniture ( it’s something he’s really proud of tbh ). many of the colors found in the house are very warm and reflecting the inviting atmosphere of their home overall.

what’s their favourite room?

his study. it’s the only place in the entire house where he can escape and get some peace and quiet to get some work done. edgar often retires there after dinner until it’s time to put the kids to bed to either read or fill out paperwork for his work.

if they have close-by neighbours, what’s their relationship with them?

since it used to be his grandparents' house, he knows the neighbours fairly well by now and they’ve even invited them over for dinner once or twice. they’re another wizarding family with semi-young kids, so edgar appreciates the opportunity for his kids to have someone else to play with since they are slightly isolated. 

how much time do their actually spend there?

edgar is a father and a husband, so he tries his hardest to be home as soon as he can be. that means leaving work in order to be home in time to help with dinner before order meetings. he really does enjoy being at home with his family ( even if they make him go crazy sometimes ), so he really wants to spend as much time with them as he can.

how messy is it?

considering, they have three children under the age of six, pretty damn messy. however, it’s an organized clutter. toys are always scattered all around the house, though edgar and his wife try their best to keep it as clean as possible ( even if does get ruined ten minutes later ). 

do they have house elves?

no, they do not.