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“Start early, finish late.” Edgar answered, probably unhelpfully. In front of him lay his own essay--two of them actually, one for Potions and the other for Ancient Runes. “Coffee helps, and so does Pepperup Potion too.” He leaned forward to glance at the books and parchments sprawled out on front of her. “What are you working on?”

when: september 5th, 1980 where: the great hall

the year was already off to a rocky start. only a few days in and dorcas felt like she was up to eyeballs in homework and essays. if she couldn’t make it past week one how was she supposed to last the school year? “i swear the professors are trying to torture me. how am i supposed to get this all done?” she asked, flinging her pile of books and parchment on the table in front of her. 

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Edgar covered his mouth to stifle the sound of his yawn. It was late--too late, but he was finally nearing the end of his prefect rounds. He was thinking about his bed when he heard the noise, a crashing or bumping kind of sound. He couldn’t tell where the noise came from, and so he slowed to a halt in order to listen. Edgar was quite aware that it was most likely a student. Probably two sixth years sneaking home from a date, or one of the older students returning from the village. Still, just in case, he pulled his wand from his sleeve and held it aloft before him. One could never be too careful these days. 

The sound seemed like it was coming from the kitchens and so Edgar descended down the stairs, eyes peeled ahead for whoever might be causing the noise. As he got closer and closer, he knew for certain then that the source of the disturbance came from the kitchens. He slipped through the open door, still waiting, still watching, until a harsh whisper met his ears. He nearly jumped out of his skin. 

“Charlie?” He hissed, squinting at the Hufflepuff. “Merlin’s beard, you nearly scared the pants off of me. What are you doing crashing around so loud down here?”

Like many, Charlie suffered from insomnia. They found themselves, waking up after only an hour or less of decent sleep, eventually caving into forcing themselves out of bed. What good would lying about doing nothing accomplish, anyway? That night, they’d nearly finished a bottle of elderflower wine before passing out on the couch. This led to them waking up that “evening” in a hazy state, recklessly bumping into any furniture that crossed their path on the way to the kitchen. “Fuck is that?” Charlie called out in an extremely loud whisper after every sound made, snatching the first potential weapon (a pan) in sight. “I’m armed and ready for battle, you don’t want to mess with me.” The inebriated state mixed with exhaustion causing their words to slur together.

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“Accepting failure is even worse than committing it in the first place.” 

Edgar really shouldn’t have said anything. It wasn’t like he’d been in class with Rabastan. He’d only been passing by on his way to the Ravenclaw Common Room to get the rest of his reading finished. He was a confrontational sort by nature, but there was something about Rabastan Lestrange that really irked him. Perhaps it was because he was one of the worst prefects Edgar had ever seen, or maybe it was the pretentious way he chose to correct everybody in Potions Club. Whatever it was, Edgar didn’t care. 

“I didn’t take you to be scared of dragons, Lestrange.”

being as well versed as he was in the dark arts, bastan didn’t know why he continued on the path for defense against the dark arts. sure, it did help cover for his death eater ties, something he didn’t claim too loudly, but the class always felt beneath him. as he walked out of the classroom, he couldn’t stop the bored sigh from escaping his lips, his eyes rolling as he recalled the essay he had been assigned by the fool of a teacher. mumbling to himself as he trotted down the stairs, “why in the bloody hell, would anyone subject themselves to trying to defend against a bloody dragon? might as well accept your failure and die right there,”

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School had begun with a ferocity. His professors, apparently quite aware that this was the last year they would on campus full time, were unloading homework upon the tenth years in a way they never had before. His breakup with Gabrielle had made lounging around the common room more hazardous than he liked and so he’d taken to roaming the school. The Astronomy Tower, despite being atop a long staircase, was actually a popular place to congregate, and so he didn’t know why he was checking there. It was hardly a surprise to him to see the room occupied, but he hadn’t expected it to be Alecto Carrow, and a cat. 

“Oh--” He said from the doorway. “I didn’t know anybody was up here.”

where: astronomy tower.

when: september 9th, 1980.

alecto leaned back against the stone wall, theo curled up in her lap as she read the letter from her parents again. letting her fingers stroke through the cat’s fur alecto soothed her own emotions, scrunching the parchment up before throwing it across the empty space of the astronomy tower. “i hate them,” she confessed quietly, words whispered to the confidant purring in her lap, “how is it i’m the one being a brat when they are trying to ruin my life?” the blonde questioned, directing her words to the cat unable to provide her with the answers she was after.

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The beginning of a new school year always brought drama. Edgar was more than accustomed to it after ten years at Hogwarts, and had in many ways come to look forward to some of the squabbles. Today it had been two fourth years, squabbling over a girl. Edgar dropped a detention upon each of their shoulders, and then promptly led them to the Hospital Wing for a patching up. Two bloody faces--the fools hadn’t even bothered with their wands--were bit below Madame Pomfrey’s pay-grade, and so he steered the boys to where Wesley was usually found to be. 

“They’re not dying, just a bit banged up. You can take your time” He said, pointing at a chair for the troublemakers to sit on. He then leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “Busy day?”

open starter | location: hospital wing

              IT WAS HIS DAY OFF from his internship at st. mungo’s, and yet wesley found himself assisting madame pomfrey in the hospital wing after a second year potions class had gone horribly wrong. “drink this with your next three meals,” wesley instructed gruffly, handing the vials to the younger student. “your hair should grow back.” 

he stepped up to the potion’s cabinet, taking stock of the ingredients they’d need and made a note to brew more pepperup potion when he heard footsteps behind him. “i can help you in just one moment, if you’re dying now is your chance to say so,” he called curtly without bothering to look over his shoulder. 

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solemnlyiswear‌:

“Not if you win, but fine,” Peter accepted his winnings graciously, chuckling in sync with Edgar. “You’re one of the rare few at our age, but then, it seems as if some just have an endless fountain of money.” Not that he did, but he’d never quite been the frugal type. “Thanks, I’m not usually the winning type, it’s a shame more weren’t around to see it. No one is going to believe the tale if I tell them.” Peter shrugged, flashing a sheepish half-smile at Edgar. “I mean, I’m not exactly looking forward to having to write essays again, but the social aspect, that’s why we all come back, right?” He joked, “How about you?” 

Edgar didn’t come from an endless fountain of money, but he was pretty well-off in comparison to some of his other classmates. Still, his parents had done their best to try and teach Edgar and Amelia the value of a sickle. He didn’t always remember their lessons, but he tried. He crossed his arms over the front of his chest. “At least it’s only two more years. Two more years of essays, and then you’re done. Sometimes I can’t believe how close we’ve made it to the finish line. I’m looking forward to it, though. I’m full of optimism and cheer. Perhaps I am drunk on the new year, who knows.” 

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acciopericulum‌:

Damiar chuckled a bit as the other offered up the winnings. “As much as I’m going to take pride in this, keep your money, Edgar. I don’t actually want it.” Damiar grew up in a pureblood family, but that didn’t mean they ever had much money. However, they never liked accepting free money from people either, even if they did in someway earn it. “Think of it as a gift from me, dear friend.”

“What?” Edgar protested, shaking his head. “Look, I hate to lose a wager as much as the next chap, but a bet is a bet.” He pushed the sickles out towards them again. “Besides, it’s just two sickles. It’s more about the integrity of it all than losing money.” He grinned, waving the coins. “Don’t make me shove these into your pockets.” 

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lxmcs‌:

            REMUS CHUCKLED LIGHTLY, smiling fondly at the memories of his previous years. “yes well, would hardly call it work — although i’ve served my fair share of detentions over some of it, so i suppose in a sense…” while he had gotten better at avoiding detention in his later years, he still recalled the hours spent manually scrubbing every inch of the great hall. “your guess would be as good — if not better than mine. can’t imagine it’s cheap to get all of this, but it is a nice way to kick off the school year.” 

he stepped forward, using his height advantage to get a look at the flavor options. “unfortunately not much,” he answered with a sheepish smile and shrug. “i’m afraid i’m woefully out of practice. my wand was in repair for a bit–” after a full moon went woefully wrong and he snapped his wand in half, “–so i mostly tried my hand at wandless magic.” spoiler alert: he was successful only half of the time. “and you? any new tricks to share with the group?”

“I’m fairly certain I gave you lot a fair bit of those detentions.” His first years wearing the badge had been marked by a stark strictness and a happiness to finally quiet the troublemakers who’d disturbed the school’s peace over the years. He was much more lenient these days, though certainly there were a great many who would disagree. 

He lifted an eyebrow. “Wandless magic?” Curiosity leaked out of his tone. “I’ve actually been trying my hand at nonverbal magic, but magic without a wand is something I’ve always wanted to master.” It was easy to do with easier spells. Simple shields and levitation charms worked without problem, but he’d yet to master anything of intermediate difficulty. “I didn’t exactly have a sparring partner, though. It was just some personal studying.”

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seethxng-bloomxng‌:

It felt wrong to have to find a common, neutral ground, but she supposed that’s where they were at now. Gabrielle wasn’t one to change her mind, especially when it came to this particular matter, and Edgar being just as unwavering in his own beliefs had been one of the things that had made her fall in love with him in the first place.

She could only hope that the club would provide the common ground they so desperately needed. “Yes. Yes.” Gabrielle saw his look to the flowers, remembering her previous task. “Just a minute?” She paid quickly, and watched as the package of flowers was collected by an owl and flown towards the castle, then turned back to Edgar. “I think there were tables over by the Rosa Lee Tea Stand.”

Edgar nodded and then waited in silence. Passively, he watched her purchase the flowers and send them away tied to the leg of an owl. The Rosa Lee Tea Stand was only just around the corner. He’d seen it while coming this way, and so he nodded his head in its direction. “Have you considered at all what the date of our first meeting should be. I was thinking maybe two weeks after classes start. It would give everyone time to settle and adjust, and we could recruit the younger students in the meantime. What do you think?”

The words slipped easily from his mouth, perhaps in some urgent need to turn their conversation back towards something salvageable. 

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thexchainedmaiden‌:

Andie thought that Edgar’s home life was quite different from hers, and that probably had something to do with the differences in their perception of time. “I think my summers have always felt like they dragged.” Hogwarts was the more preferable location, and she missed her friends and the break from her parents. “But we’re both here now, so that’s nice. Oh, yes,” she said, nodding. “I’m taking the requirements for Healing so I can’t change that.” She still didn’t know how it would actually go over when she had to tell her parents of her plan, but that was a problem for another day. “Are you? I did think about dropping Arithmancy because it’s not required but I really enjoy it so I kept it.”

Edgar had decided sometime around his fourth or fifth year that he wanted to be an Auror. Prior to that he used to dream of being the Minister of Magic, or perhaps a high-ranking member of the Wizengamot. Lofty dreams for certain, but Edgar had always been an ambitious boy. “Good to know that I’ll still be seeing you in Potions this year.” He smiled. “My classes are still all the same for me. I expect Ancient Runes to be even worse this year, workload wise. I’m not sure how I’m going to manage it all--classes, and Quidditch, and prefect duties. Not to mention my friends and clubs. It’ll be a miracle if I make it to Christmas.”

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evcnesco‌:

“he’s… the worst.” she said, shaking her head. she didn’t want to speak about her father though. she was at hogwarts now which meant she was safe from him now. “that’s okay. i kind of figured that not everyone got to practice all summer long.” she admitted. “i would love that. i need all the practice i can get. i’m always so nervous.” she admitted. sure she knew how to play, but being in front of people and playing always gave her butterflies.

Edgar didn’t say anything in response to her comment about her father, but his face visibly softened. It seemed the easier and kinder thing to transition into an easier topic--like Quidditch. “Well, everybody is nervous sometimes.” Merlin knew he certainly was, though admittedly he was quite adept at hiding it. “But you’re our captain for a reason, you know. You’re the best one of us. We’ll need you this year going up against the likes of Potter, Bagman, and Vanity.”

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seethxng-bloomxng‌:

“Do I need to remind you that it was you who suggested betting at all?” Lily shook her head, feeling bad as she took the sickles from Edgar’s hand. “If it makes it any better, I really do think it was luck that I managed to hit it at all.”

Edgar laughed, and then shrugged his shoulders. “Ah, it was more than luck. You’re clearly just better than I am at carnival games.” He pushed his hands into the pockets of his trousers. “You’ve been to the muggle versions, right? Are they very different from this?”

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thexchainedmaiden·:

“Ooh, maybe it is.” She cast another speculative look at the couple in question; maybe it was just a habit. Habits were hard to break, and once you fell into a pattern like that, Andie supposed you might be a little stuck. She could relate to the internship application; she had been working on one for the Healers herself. “Oh, nothing worth mentioning,” she said, shrugging. Andie’s  connection with her family was … not the greatest anymore. Well, her parents, at least. She liked to think she was still good with her sisters. “I’m glad to be back. The summer felt like it was dragging on.”

“I think it was the opposite for me. It felt like it went by so quickly.” Perhaps it was because he was older now, and things moved faster than they did when he was a boy. Or maybe it was because he’d been dreading seeing Gabrielle. “They used to feel so long when I was younger. I used to count the days down in my calendars until I could come back. This year it felt like the summer just...slipped by. Ah well, but at least we’re back. Are you still taking all the same classes this year?”

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Detective Amy Santiago, an unapologetic brownnoser who has seven brothers, so she’s always trying to prove how tough she is.

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evcnesco‌:

fi grinned when she saw it was edgar she was speaking to. “edgar! it’s so nice to see you again.” she said, briefly hugging back. “thank you so much. i really missed playing.” she admitted. “my father says it’s not very ladylike and refused to let me practice, luckily I was able to sneak a few hours in here and there when he wasn’t home. how are you? did you have a good summer? ready for quidditch season?” she asked. 

“I’m glad you were able to outsmart your father then. He sounds like too much of a traditionalist.” He lingered in the hug for a second more, before pulling his arms away. Edgar gave her a sheepish smile. “Don’t be very cross with me, but I didn’t really find much time for practice. It was just busy at home, with my parents and Amelia, and boring too. Neither of which make for a lot of time for Quidditch. But,” He leaned inwards, speaking conspiratorially, “if you wouldn’t mind, maybe we can get in a practice session or something before the season starts. I want to make sure I’m not rusty before our first team meeting.”

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spellburdened‌:

The witch held out her hand for a few moments longer, letting him reconsider before stashing the coins away in the pocket of her sweater. “If you say. Oh, and nothing new. Worked on trying to keep the house together, tried to keep track of my brothers so they don’t get themselves into to much trouble…. but there’s only so much a witch can do.” she replied warmly before raising an eyebrow at the wizard. “What about you Edgar? What were you up to?”

“With brothers like yours I’m surprised that you didn’t reach your wits end.” He only had his twin to worry about, which was surely very different from having two troublesome brothers. “Though I imagine they kept you just as entertained as they did witless. I’m a little jealous actually. I didn’t do very much of anything except prepare for the school year. I’m a bit parched for some socializing actually, so it’s good to be here.” 

“And speaking of socializing,” Edgar lowered his voice like he was indulging her in a great secret. “How would you feel about a butterbeer? It’ll be my treat.”

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spellburdened‌:

Taking the sickles in her hand, Molly Prewett couldn’t help the smirk that overtook her face at her own victory. After the initial smug moment was over, she reached out and offered the wizard his money back. “I don’t want your money, Edgar, I just wanted to prove my point.” 

Edgar laughed, and waved his hand no. “A deal is a deal, Molly, go on and keep the money. I lost fair and square. Trust me your point is made.” He waved again, only this time it was at the fellow running the booth. He turned then to Molly and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “I appreciate you humoring me for a moment. How was your summer?”