Sibling Revelry - Monday, 22nds of December, 1975
Jan 28, 2024 0:27:24 GMT
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Post by Edgar Bones on Jan 28, 2024 0:27:24 GMT
He snorted - Not impressed, sure. - and held a hand up in defeat. He hadn't been making a look. Had he? Could she blame him if he was? He and Rod were the best equipped pair to handle something as dicey as getting rid of one of the Lestranges - morals notwithstanding, of course - and it was good of her to keep putting that in Annette's ear, if it only kept the witches from taking drastic action without backup. Ed knew they were kidding. Mostly. If anyone could negotiate her way out of a betrothal and leave them doing a double-take, it was Annette Greengrass.
He gave a celebratory pump of his fist at his first win, but groaned and took up his own drink anyway as Amelia's words hit him. "The whole lot, believe you me," he sighed. "Slippery and ruthless as kelpies, the whole lot. Nettie ever...seen the Mark on him?" Bellatrix and Rodolphus were masters of manipulation and evasion, but the kid, he was still at school. Unsuspecting that they were suspecting him. Perhaps. Second-to-last thing he wanted to do was get Annette on the wrong side of him - first was Milly, priorities being what they were - but she was in an interesting position to inform. His sister tipped up her glass to prove him wrong, and he mimicked the gesture, glass banging down onto the table as she prepared to play. His brows disappeared under his hair - Polyjuice would get her in, but what would get her out? - but soon, so soon, he was speechless. Nearly.
"You're applying? Amelia Susan," he sputtered, all but overcome, and wasted no time crossing to her side of the booth. A beaming grin, a laugh of wonder, as he took in his not-so-little-anymore sister, squeezed in beside her, and pulled her into a tight hug. Knowing her, she'd deny that he'd had any influence on her decision to apply for the Auror program until he was on his deathbed, but Ed looked forward to arguing it in circles over the coming years. Whether or not Amelia would have seen it as a path for her if he hadn't taken it first, he was glad that she hadn't been deterred by his example. Conflicted, certainly, and preparing to talk the rest of their family down - sure, she wasn't so little anymore, but he'd do just about anything to wrap the war up all tidy-like before her graduation so she didn't enter into this mess; just the thought of arriving onto a scene and seeing her there filled him with immense pride and fear already - but it was a worthy path, and they needed every talented wand on their side.
"You're brilliant - you're getting in, and we'll train, and you'll be brilliant. This is huge - I'm so proud of you - would've been whatever you chose, but this is just - brilliant. How long's this been on your mind?" He released her with a mighty exhale but didn't go far, dragging his glass over from the other end of the table. Edgar was missing their brother, but was privately glad for this moment to be shared between the two of them only. Different as they all were, they had an understanding of each other - but Milly gravitated to Quidditch and dueling, outward competition, just as he had. Their no holds barred flying sessions and spell practices had surely prematurely colored their mother's hair gray, but they'd kept her skills sharp over the holidays and look at her now. This decision was monumental, just as it had been for him, just as it had been for Roderick to dedicate himself to Healing. They would each do their part in their own ways, no doubt about it - but he'd never so acutely felt the kindred spirits between himself and his sister as he had here on this old bench.
He gave a celebratory pump of his fist at his first win, but groaned and took up his own drink anyway as Amelia's words hit him. "The whole lot, believe you me," he sighed. "Slippery and ruthless as kelpies, the whole lot. Nettie ever...seen the Mark on him?" Bellatrix and Rodolphus were masters of manipulation and evasion, but the kid, he was still at school. Unsuspecting that they were suspecting him. Perhaps. Second-to-last thing he wanted to do was get Annette on the wrong side of him - first was Milly, priorities being what they were - but she was in an interesting position to inform. His sister tipped up her glass to prove him wrong, and he mimicked the gesture, glass banging down onto the table as she prepared to play. His brows disappeared under his hair - Polyjuice would get her in, but what would get her out? - but soon, so soon, he was speechless. Nearly.
"You're applying? Amelia Susan," he sputtered, all but overcome, and wasted no time crossing to her side of the booth. A beaming grin, a laugh of wonder, as he took in his not-so-little-anymore sister, squeezed in beside her, and pulled her into a tight hug. Knowing her, she'd deny that he'd had any influence on her decision to apply for the Auror program until he was on his deathbed, but Ed looked forward to arguing it in circles over the coming years. Whether or not Amelia would have seen it as a path for her if he hadn't taken it first, he was glad that she hadn't been deterred by his example. Conflicted, certainly, and preparing to talk the rest of their family down - sure, she wasn't so little anymore, but he'd do just about anything to wrap the war up all tidy-like before her graduation so she didn't enter into this mess; just the thought of arriving onto a scene and seeing her there filled him with immense pride and fear already - but it was a worthy path, and they needed every talented wand on their side.
"You're brilliant - you're getting in, and we'll train, and you'll be brilliant. This is huge - I'm so proud of you - would've been whatever you chose, but this is just - brilliant. How long's this been on your mind?" He released her with a mighty exhale but didn't go far, dragging his glass over from the other end of the table. Edgar was missing their brother, but was privately glad for this moment to be shared between the two of them only. Different as they all were, they had an understanding of each other - but Milly gravitated to Quidditch and dueling, outward competition, just as he had. Their no holds barred flying sessions and spell practices had surely prematurely colored their mother's hair gray, but they'd kept her skills sharp over the holidays and look at her now. This decision was monumental, just as it had been for him, just as it had been for Roderick to dedicate himself to Healing. They would each do their part in their own ways, no doubt about it - but he'd never so acutely felt the kindred spirits between himself and his sister as he had here on this old bench.