My name is Edgar Bones, and I'm a Hufflepuff through and through. I'm the best friend you'll ever have, if I like you. I'm 17, one of the Beaters for the House Quidditch team, and if you have anything to say bad about the Stonewall Stormers, we might have a problem.
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
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If they aren't, hit them with it.
And really? How many people are coming into your room that they need to be intimidated?
Right, and I’m sure the game officials would be completely fine it.
Either way, it’ll make a great decoration for people to see as they walk into my room.
Intimidation is always a must.
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It's not that hard to get it from them. They practically fall over to give you a drink if they ask.
I have to give it to the elves.
They really do keep the kitchens stocked considering half the brats in this place are underage.
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I'll be fine Molls.
And I'll just tell her I wiped out while practicing on the pitch. I get enough bruises that way.
Look, Ed. I’m your friend but I’m also Head Girl and I can’t just ignore this! At least let me help patch you up, if you’re too stubborn to tell me who did this.
And no, I won’t tell Gwen as long as you do—she’s not an idiot. She’ll see something’s wrong.
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Just a little blood. Never hurt anything, except a few white shirts. And I'm fine Ted.
Don't get Molls. She scares me. And no faces. Just a hex, and then I couldn't see anything. And then I was punched a lot.
Still, you’re bleeding. Want me to go get Molls?
Did you see any faces?
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Batman? But the X-Men are clearly the superior choice in super heroes.
Alright, I'll admit it.
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Why not? Looks perfectly legal to me.
Haha. Very funny. Thanks to whoever gave me the new beater’s bat for Christmas, but I don’t think it’ll be allowed in a match.
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Nothing I can't handle.
Just a few punches after a bedazzling hex. Cowards down by the dungeons.
Fuck. You alright, mate?
What happened to you?
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Hey, it's not that bad.
Mum got me a Batman shirt. Said she seen some Muggles wearing one, thought it would look 'snazzy' on me.
Alright, I'll admit it.
Maybe it’s not the best Christmas gift ever, but… Mum tried, alright? I kind of have to wear it.
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Little much, don't you think?
I’m so bored that I’m about to slit my wrists.
Where is everyone?
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I'm going to try very hard not to mess up.
Hopefully, I'll never have to cash in my points with you.
I sure hope you’re not planning on messing up just to cash in those points.
Thank won’t work, dear.
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I need to stop drinking so much. If I take a drink for all the times me and Dad fight, I'll be drunk about five minutes after I wake up.
The offer is appreciated though. Now come on. We're going to be late, because someone can't get up on time.
Why didn’t you say something? You know I have plenty of whiskey reserved especially for these situations. But I get it… I’m here for you if you need it, mate.
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Don't you snakes stick together?
Or do you treat each other the same as you treat everyone else?
I wouldn’t know anything about that…
Any reason I should?
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Not happening. I'll be fine. I've got a first aid kit in my dormitory.
Uhm... Don't tell Gwen, alright?
Well! You at least listen to me: I’m going to walk you to the Hospital Wing and you are going to tell me exactly what happened on the way there.
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I'm far from perfect Gwen, trust me.
[He smiled crookedly.]
Maybe I'm just trying to rack up some points before I mess up so you aren't as mad at me.
Yeah…okay.
Dammit, why do have to be perfect all of the time? I’m glad you’re my friend. And well, you know, more than that, but friend especially.
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Good. Cause it was funny.
How d'you tell a dogwood tree from a redwood?
'Course not, 'cause it's- you know, it's funny so- yeah.
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I'm fairly certain it was a Slytherin way of sending a message to an Auror's son.
Fat chance I'll listen.
Merlin, Edgar! What happened here?!
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I'm not really sure.

I was leaving my potions class in the dungeons, and then I was blinded by a bedazzling hex and then punched and kicked a lot. You tell me.
What happened to you?

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