Edgar Bones
Order Member
Graduated Gryffindor
Never gonna live if you're too scared to die.
Posts: 177
Relationship Status: Married to: Phoebe Bones
Player: Sam
Title: Agent - Order of the Phoenix
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Post by Edgar Bones on Jan 26, 2020 21:31:06 GMT
"All right babe, I made it through the set - just going to pop out to the telephone box and call Mum, okay? See if Cami's gone down? Bring you a refill on my way back, promise." Not that the young father didn't trust his own mother to take care of his and Phoebe's children - she'd done amazing work raising him and his siblings, especially seeing as she'd learned on the job how to care for magical little ones so any odd bouts of magic would be dealt with calmly - but their newest had developed a cough and what if she and Dad had forgotten where they stored the humidifier and Cami was miserable and keeping the others up with her coughing? And it wasn't as though Edgar had walked out while their old neighbor was on stage, even if he couldn't always tell which songs were the girls's originals and which were covers, and even if it was getting late and he was concerned about their nuggets. But this was a rare evening when being away from the kids didn't mean he couldn't check in on them. When he was off with the Order, it was different - he couldn't contact his family for their protection and his team's, however much he wanted to sing them a long-distance lullaby and wish them good dreams. Won't be like this forever - made it this far, gotta see it through to the end.He gave his wife a peck on the lips and took up his jacket, giving the petite blonde's stage-mussed hair a friendly ruffle after she was released from Fabian. As Ed shrugged into his jacket and gently shouldered his way out of the club, he had to give his best mate a mental high five for managing the evening so well. The progression of his and Kyra's relationship last year had seemed like something made to last, at long last. But in a way, Edgar was relieved that Fabian had called it quits. It meant that they were done. Or so he figured. For would she even consider taking him back after dating for a year (and learning of magic, which she now could not remember) and getting left out of the blue? Ed didn't think so. And so their on-again-off-again friends had to let each other go, romantically, and while Ed would have preferred they'd stayed together, that the deception could end... Better they're done, knowing they're done, and healing with no more what if's. That's progress, right?Edgar headed out into the evening, gesturing to the bouncer that he was going for a call, and entered the nearby telephone box. Muggle and magical coins mixed in the pocket of his jeans and he sorted them out in his palm, placing the proper ones after a few tries - for even after years of living in both worlds, some things were a bit tricky when under the influence - and dialing home. He leaned against the wall of the box as the call connected, unhurried as he listened to the ringing on the other end - they were in no rush to leave the group, unless the kids weren't doing well...
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Phoebe Bones
Muggle
Posts: 160
Relationship Status: Married to: Edgar Bones
Player: Tay
Title: Paralegal - Waltham Forest
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Post by Phoebe Bones on Feb 2, 2020 21:14:28 GMT
Phoebe was still pissed at Fabian Prewett, and she was sure that he could tell tonight. After a year of dating her best friend, the bloke had called it off again six months ago. She’d be furious with him for it, because things had finally been going so well for him and Kyra. Then talk of moving in together had been brought up, and he’d come to her and Edgar with the same old worries. And one new one, the fact he’d let it go on a year within telling Kyra the whole truth. That was what Phoebe was really pissed about. That he’d told her about magic and then changed her memories again, that was one thing. Phoebe hated it, but she’d lost that argument too many times. This time Fabian had neglected to mention all the times he’d altered her memory during their entire year of dating, and Phoebe didn’t know how she was going to forgive him for that. Because yes, Kyra would have been angry, but they could have worked through that. Instead, he’d used it as an excuse for why the two of them simply couldn’t be with each other. So it was almost a surprise to see him here tonight, even though Kyra said things were fine between them. And maybe Fabian was just better at hiding it when he knew people were paying attention, but she didn’t miss the hurt in his eyes as he watched Kyra’s band play tonight. Clearly he was missing her, and Phoebe was a smidge glad that he was still upset. He’d completely ruined any chances the two of them had for ever working out, and that meant Kyra could finally move on to someone brave enough to be with her. Phoebe was pulled from her thoughts by her husband addressing her, and she leaned in to give him a kiss at his words. “If she hasn’t gone down, see if you can sing her your lullaby. That always helps her fall asleep,” she said to him as he left, hoping that their youngest was feeling better. She’d been coughing, and Phoebe worried she was coming down with something that would make it’s round through the house before long. Trusting her husband to let know how the kids were doing, she slipped her arm through her best friends and pulled her towards the bar, “Stay Fabian, guard the table.” Pulling Kyra along, she found them a spot at the bar where they could squeeze into two seats, “Edgar said he’d bring me a refill, but knowing our youngest she’s going to want to hear him sing before she goes down,” she said leaning across the bar to grab two shot glasses and whiskey, pouring them both one as she grinned at her best friend. “One shot for old times sake?”
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Regulus Black
Hogwarts Student
7th Year Slytherin
You know, sometimes I amaze even myself.
Posts: 68
Relationship Status: Engaged: Bronwyn Nott
Player: Sam
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Post by Regulus Black on Feb 22, 2020 2:18:07 GMT
Do you expect me to applaud you? Swallow this sh*te like I'm eleven years old?
Yes. You know ego, work with it.While Regulus wanted to correct the Snatcher, he knew better and gave a shake of his head in the short pause after her question. Hunting hadn't been a priority to his upbringing, his parents preferring the school of etiquette to falconry or archery or whatever the hell else training that some of the more fanatical families subjected their children to. Alecto went on and it was so practiced that he wanted to gag. What do you see in her, Bellatrix? Nonetheless, Regulus took mental note: a slow kill that the victim did not suspect until it was too late. They're seriously just doing this to test you. What are you willing to do? Not from His word, but from theirs.To fit in, to be accepted into the fold, would there be trials further to this? Those who had graduated with had had an evening out with this pair, and Wyn had told him enough for the fear to start creeping in. You really want this for me, Bella?He'd known that there would be ugliness to this work. But being undercover at Hogwarts, ear to the ground in search of future recruits who believed in the right of wizardkind to power, it was thrilling enough to distract him from the realities becoming clearer by the moment. He followed along as Bellatrix convinced the muggle guard to allow them entry to the club, foregoing magic in place of male weakness. But as they entered? After Bellatrix and Alecto took stock of the place, his cousin turned to him with words that sunk his heart. Someone's dying here tonight because you point a finger at them.
This isn't fair.
That they expect this of you? Or that the muggle can't put up a fight?With a sinking suspicion that his gut felt both were valid points, Regulus tried to disguise his emotions. The churning in his innards felt akin to going into the pitch against a team he knew his would lose against, but worse, so much worse. More like seeing Sirius blasted off the tapestry. Is that what you want? It's this, or you lose your place. Regulus drew himself up to his full height, unbuttoning his coat with nonchalance he didn't feel, gray eyes surveying the crowd of unsuspecting muggles. Not wanting to seem like he was stalling, delaying the inevitable, he nodded to the first who truly stood out - a brunette who'd just taken a bottle from behind the bar. If someone had to go, made sense for it to be someone without responsibility, right?
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Post by Alecto Carrow on Feb 22, 2020 2:50:08 GMT
So what if the boy wasn't giving her a reaction like she'd hoped for? Neither too terrified to enter with them or too eager for her to believe in his sincerity, he was willing. Willing...to stay in their good graces. And that was enough, for now. He couldn't be chaperoned on a real mission, naturally - but if he had no practical training at all, what use would he be in the field? So she snickered at the ease with which they entered the club via Bella's assets, moving to the unsteady beat of the amateurish band despite her return of Bella's look. Was there any human talent that muggles had a handle on? Alecto watched their student from the corner of her eye as she worked towards the bar to con her way into free drinks for the lot, still of the opinion that they'd need to get Regulus some liquid courage before he had the nerve to act. You can't be so shocked. Haven't your fellows told you what we do? However old you are, you're not a child, you're in His service the same as us. Was he going to have the stomach for this work? What was it that made him squeamish already? Was he simply unused to acts of violence, or did he not believe as much as he would have them think? Even if he was under the protection of the Lestranges and the Malfoys, if he couldn't handle this... "Alright then, keep up," she remarked with a grin, surprised as he did indeed choose. She twisted her way through to the side of the women at the bar, swiping a few glasses and slamming them on the pockmarked wood before they returned the bottle. "Make it a couple more?" she asked with a laugh she felt was sloppily convincing enough to pass for drunk muggle girl.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Mar 8, 2020 3:46:03 GMT
Regulus didn’t seem to find Alecto as amusing as she did, which Bella didn’t mind. Rodolphus wasn’t exactly Alecto’s biggest fan either, and that didn’t stop Bella. She would keep Alecto by her side, no matter what her family thought. Alecto was Bella’s pet, her play thing. The two of them were made to be together, whether it be in the bedroom or in the field. It didn’t matter that Narcissa disliked Alecto, and it didn’t matter that Regulus didn’t seem to care for her companion either. What mattered tonight was that they had a fun hunt, and that they could report good things back to their Dark Lord about Regulus. If it was anyone besides her cousin, Bella would have thought that they weren’t up to the task. That they were hesitant to pick a victim. If it was anyone besides Regulus, she would be prodding into their minds to find out what was taking so long. But this was her cousin, and he would do what he was told to do to please her. That much she was sure of. However, a little bit of alcohol would certainly help him, and she followed Alecto towards the bar. But it seemed liquid courage wasn’t needed, as Regulus was pointing out a brunette that looked strangely familiar. She followed her lover, putting on a fake smile as they made their way to the two women at the bar. She slid up next to the blonde, forcing a laugh to follow Alecto’s lead. “We’re celebrating a birthday, you see,” she added enthusiastically. She waved for Regulus to get closer, still smiling at the girls, “He just turned eighteen you see.” The brunette seemed annoyed by them, but poured three more shots anyway, and Bella accepted the one handed to her. “Cheers!” She clinked her shot to the blondes, downing it quickly as she ignored the familiar burn of terrible muggle alcohol. Now, to separate the girls from the rest the group, how would Regulus go about it?
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Kyra Thatcher
Muggle
somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known
Posts: 186
Relationship Status: on and off with fabian prewett
Player: Sam
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Post by Kyra Thatcher on Mar 9, 2020 0:04:00 GMT
"I hereby grant you permission to stop being so hard on him, by the way," Kyra said pointedly as she and Phoebe moved towards the bar, looking back to her from where Fabian stood at their otherwise empty table like an abandoned guard dog. "In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: It goes on," she quoted, giving Phoebe's arm a squeeze. "We tried, it didn't work, I'm over it, and it feels good to be moving back to where we were before. If anything, he's still beating himself up about it, so we don't need to pile on when I am good." While the breakup still felt like it'd come out of nowhere, she'd accepted that that was on Fabian. And while she appreciated the support of her best friend, that didn't mean they had to turn on their other friend. They'd had what she felt was a really good year together, and then he'd cut everything off. Whatever issues he had with trust, commitment - the burden didn't fall onto her to try and fix them. Not if he was more willing to push her away than to try. She wanted good things for his present and his future, for him to overcome whatever was fated in his palm. But she couldn't try and take ownership of his happiness, not anymore. "And that's really cute about Cami," she went on, grinning at the thought of Edgar singing the baby a lullaby from a phone box. "Should've told me that's what he was up to, I could've gone and harmonized." While Grayson was nearest and dearest to her heart, as Phoebe's oldest and as her godson, she had soft spots in her heart for all three of them. But she was far from complaining as Phoebe's plan progressed, delighted to see her oldest friend reigniting her rebellious side. It was hard to keep her enthusiasm in, in order to not draw attention to Phoebe's...sneakiness, but while the bartender was conveniently turning a blind eye, that was not the same for an incoming trio. Kyra exchanged an amused look with her friend but shrugged, not seeing the harm in swiping a few more drinks, not when she was already getting money from her purse to leave a good tip. "Fan of local music, are you?" she asked the birthday boy, chuckling as they made themselves so at home with Phoebe and herself. "Bottoms up then - happy birthday, kiddo!" She clinked her drink against the brunette's who'd settled in next to her, and thew the whiskey back.
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Fabian Prewett
Order Member
Posts: 230
Player: Tay
Title: Captain - Order of the Phoenix
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Mar 9, 2020 20:38:48 GMT
He could feel Phoebe staring him down when she thought he wasn’t paying attention, but it was better to ignore it than to get into it with her another time. She was still pissed at him, and quite frankly he knew she had every right to be. Not only had he broken her best friend's heart again, but he’d altered a lot of memories. And he knew that this was something that Phoebe would never let him live down. So it was no surprise to him that as soon as Kyra got to their table, Phoebe was pulling her away to go and get a drink. He gave a sigh, resting his head in his hands as he watched the next band take the stage, getting ready to perform. He hated himself enough for what he had done, and Phoebe’s constant irritation with him certainly wasn’t helping. He finished off his drink, hoping that perhaps his friends would bring him one back, and looked to them to see Phoebe sneaking a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar.
Looking toward the door, his heart stopped for a moment. No, it wasn’t possible. He could have sworn that he’d seen Bellatrix Lestrange and Alecto Carrow, but surely it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. There was no way they would be here, in a muggle bar. Surely followers of the Dark Lord had better things to do. Unless… Fabian looked back toward the door, but the people he’d mistaken for his enemies were gone. No, there was no reason for a Death Eater attack on a muggle bar, there was nothing to gain from that. Even if it seemed like muggles were dying often these days, they were safe here. They had to be safe here. He glanced back toward the bar, and was surprised to see that the girls had been joined by a group of three people. That seemed harmless enough, until the raven haired woman with them turned to scan the bar.
It was Bellatrix.
Abandoning their table, he started toward them before he stopped. They couldn’t fight in here, and he couldn’t fight alone. With that he darted towards the door, stopping only momentarily to let the bouncer know he would returned before he found the phone booth Edgar was in. He opened the door, panic on his face as he looked to his brother. “Bellatrix is here, she’s with Pheebs and Kyra now. We have to go.”
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Edgar Bones
Order Member
Graduated Gryffindor
Never gonna live if you're too scared to die.
Posts: 177
Relationship Status: Married to: Phoebe Bones
Player: Sam
Title: Agent - Order of the Phoenix
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Post by Edgar Bones on Mar 14, 2020 22:09:30 GMT
"...you're sure she's down?...No, no, it's not that, I trust you, Mum. Can you put Gray on then - "The door of the phone box opened behind him and Edgar swung about, slightly tangled in the cord as he was thankfully greeted by a familiar face. Far less heartening was the news rapidly coming from Fabian. "Never mind - I have to go, we'll be home soon." He slammed the receiver down and gave the charmed ring on his pointer finger a twist as he stormed out of the box, trying to recall if his wife had put hers on before they'd left home. He'd made them so long ago, and thankfully hadn't had much need for them over the years, but if there ever was a time to give Phoebe a warning - Bellatrix Lestrange cornering her was it. "Takes it upon herself to ambush us on all nights out, does she?" Edgar seethed to his best mate, knowing it was an exaggeration but feeling that the statement wasn't all that off the mark. Lestrange had been a precursor to their face-to-face with Riddle on their entry to the Order, and now she'd found them out in the city? What did she want now? Besides the obvious. They'd had their differences ever since their first meeting at Hogwarts, sharing halls for years and swapping hexes at ample opportunities under the inadequate supervision f of professors - but this could not be a circumstantial occurrence. Ed felt that this was personal, targeted, and re-entered the club at all but a run. Because Lestrange had to be here for him. Fabian and Kyra hadn't been connected lately, so the Death Eater was using his wife to get to him. Right? To continue at speed was impossible, however, once met with the wall of bodies inside. And he had to calm down, he knew it - they couldn't very well duel here, what with all the muggle civilians around that he and Fabian would try and protect while Bellatrix used them as leverage. They needed to get Phoebe and Kyra out. They needed to get Bellatrix - and any companions unlucky enough to tag along - back into her world. And you need to stay long enough find out what she wants. "Carrow's with her," he warned, immensely disliking that Phoebe and Kyra were sandwiched between the pair of unpredictable Death Eaters. "Phoebe, with me," Ed called over the music once they were within arm's reach. He blocked her with his body, wand in hand, and looked to the women in disgust. No time to explain, baby - but we are out of here together, I promise. "Whatever you want with me, you leave my wife out of it. If I see you with her again, I won't care where you are - I won't hesitate. Why are you here?"...so much for calming down.
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Phoebe Bones
Muggle
Posts: 160
Relationship Status: Married to: Edgar Bones
Player: Tay
Title: Paralegal - Waltham Forest
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Post by Phoebe Bones on Mar 17, 2020 22:49:22 GMT
“Alright, alright. But only because you asked, I could be angry with him for ages,” Phoebe said, sighing. She would still be angry with him, because how could she not be? A year's worth of memories altered, and Phoebe was just suddenly supposed to be okay with it. But for Kyra’s sake, she’d keep her anger limited to when it was just her and Fabian. He did look like a lost puppy standing there at the table, and she knew that Fabian had regrets. But if Kyra knew the truth, Phoebe didn’t think that her best friend would ever forgive him. And so Phoebe wasn’t about to, he deserved to have someone angry with him for this. She would be silently angry with him until the day she died - or the day he told Kyra the truth. Thankfully, they didn’t have to keep talking about Fabian, and Phoebe grinned as she thought of Kyra and Ed singing Cami down together. “Next time we’re all at the house at the same time you can harmonize to as many lullabies as you want. Cami would love it.”She was happily pouring them shots when shot glasses were set down next to her, and she looked up to see a blonde laughing, and something just didn’t feel right. She had no idea why alarm bells were going off in her head, but perhaps it was simply because she was startled by their sudden presence. She exchanged a look with Kyra, who seemed amused, and decided that they were harmless. Simply celebrating a birthday. So she poured the extra shots, setting the bottle back behind the bar before she picked hers up, clinking it to the woman’s next to her. “Hope it’s your best birthday yet!” Throwing back the shot, she laughed through the burn, when the ring on her right hand started spinning. That worried her, because that meant something was wrong. Had one of the kids gotten hurt? She turned in her barstool, eyes shooting towards the table where Fabian was no longer standing. She scanned the crowded room, hoping that she could find them both, and when she couldn’t she turned back to Kyra, grabbing her best friends hand to give it a squeeze. Something was wrong and Phoebe didn’t know what to do, so she cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Edgar should be back by now, we should probably go and check…” she said, before she heard her name through the crowd. Edgar and Fabian were just within arms reach, and she slipped out of her chair and behind her husband, glad to see that Fabian was putting himself between Kyra and the darker haired woman. Edgar was practically yelling at the two of them, and Phoebe didn’t know what to do. Both Edgar and Fabian had their wands out, which meant the two women were clearly magical. “Let’s just go,” she said, tugging on her husband's shirt. The blonde however blocked her exit, throwing her arm out. Phoebe cursed, looking back to Kyra. “Whatever you do, don’t freak out.”
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Regulus Black
Hogwarts Student
7th Year Slytherin
You know, sometimes I amaze even myself.
Posts: 68
Relationship Status: Engaged: Bronwyn Nott
Player: Sam
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Post by Regulus Black on Mar 18, 2020 21:07:22 GMT
Do what you have to do. You can talk to Wyn about it later. She'll understand.Regulus followed the terribly upbeat duo to the bar, putting on a smile and wondering when he'd learn to flick a switch to change his persona in an instant. Was it something they'd learned while on the job? Or was it ingrained much earlier? He'd always admired Bellatrix's ability to manipulate a crowd, and his memories of her from before she'd joined the dark forces were fuzzy around the edges with the vignettes of childhood. Something to ask later, then. Because now, now, Bellatrix and Alecto were cozying themselves up to the bar on either side of the muggle women, doing nothing in the slightest to lay low, and he felt the discomfort of realizing he was extraordinarily out of his depth. Like a viper. Strike and get out.
Pretend. Pretend. Pretendpretendpretend-"Thanks for entertaining us," he remarked with a sheepish smile, raising the glass shot towards him before knocking it back. But his usually sharp mind was drawing a blank, now with the realities of being face-to-face with someone he'd targeted. "Yeah, love the local circuit," he lied to the blonde to keep the conversation from stopping. But it wasn't enough, it seemed - the other woman started to make an excuse to leave, when a man started yelling - ...sh*t.The brunette went to him, the blonde woman not far behind, and he was threatening his cousin and her companion like they had a proper blood feud. Probably do. Aurors? Order? Luck was on his side for the briefest of moments, Regulus realized, as the wizards didn't know his face. He kept his eyes on the bar, ears on the scene, as Alecto rose, presumably to block their exit. Okay, so - change of immediate plan, not that there was much of one to begin with. Help. Stall them?
And for the record - you would find the wife of a wizard here. F*ck's sake.He slipped his wand into his hand under the bar, angling himself in the stool to see the uproar as any curious bystander would, and sent a hex to the wife's feet.
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Post by Alecto Carrow on Mar 18, 2020 21:22:52 GMT
Muggles were so simple. Even though neither woman seemed keen on the three of them crashing their little party, what were they going to do about it? For the sake of social convention, for the solidarity of their sex, they had to comply! And so they drank, and laughed, and she watched the boy, wondering how quickly he'd come up with a viable plan. Or if he'd jump into something stupid, and they'd have to watch him fail. She toyed with her now-empty glass, smile only faltering when their target named an Edgar. But that was only because the name left a stink in her nose, due to a poor association with the name. Come on now, Regulus, she's getting away...Luck changed swiftly, however, and what was supposed to be an evening of light training for the boy was becoming a full-credit course. Alecto laughed as flesh-made ghosts came at them full of righteous glory, and slid off of her stool in the wake of their anger to get between them and the door. The idiots had their wands in hand, in full view of the muggles they loved so much, and they were the ones making demands? "What's the plan, Bones? Prewett? Whichever one you are - going to risk your good names by throwing the Statute to the wind?" The blonde tsked, making a show of looking about the crowd that was drawn to the raised voices. "Go for it, by all means. Would certainly liven up our evening. I'm only curious, because we're just here for a drink, and you wankers have your wands out." She let loose another laugh as more than one patron looked to their pants, and others started pointing...
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Mar 18, 2020 22:51:01 GMT
This was her favorite part of the hunt. Approaching the unsuspecting target, pulling them into a false sense of security. And it was so easy to do at a muggle bar, when people’s minds were already fuzzy from the drink. Muggles were so dumb, so easily caught up in the rules of the social scene to even think that they were in danger. Like the girl pouring them a drink with only a little hesitation, the blonde clinking her glass to Bella’s without any idea that by the end of their night, they’d be dead. Regulus was continuing the conversation, and Bella gave a sly grin to Alecto, before raising an eyebrow at the brunette’s sudden mention of an Edgar. No, surely it couldn’t be the Edgar that she was thinking of. There was little time to think on it though, not when there was yelling and the two people she hadn’t expected to see at night were approaching. The girls were off their stools and heading to Bones and Prewett and she couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed that Alecto found it as amusing as she did, and Bella left her post by the bar to stand next to her lover, arms crossed in front of her as Edgar yelled at them. So the brunette was his wife...what was her name again? She’d read it years ago in the Prophet when there’d been a wedding announcement for them. Her eyes darted to where Regulus was still at the bar, wondering what exactly he was going to do. He was still in school, it would displease her Lord if his status as a Death Eater was discovered by the idiots in front of her. Looking back to the two fools with their wands out, Bella gave another laugh as Alecto addressed them. People were staring, and here they were exposing their world in a crowded muggle bar. Not exactly how Bella had expected the night to turn out, but she was certainly glad it had. “Alecto’s right you know, about you being wankers,” she chimed in, making sure her voice was loud enough to draw more attention to them. “Besides, I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting...Phoebe, was it? So how could I have possibly known my new drinking companion had anything to do with you?” She’d never met the muggle woman behind Edgar’s back, but she’d heard stories. Namely, how Phoebe had mouthed off to Rabastan. “Now what’s the plan, attack us in front of a bunch of muggles? Not a smart one in my opinion.”
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Kyra Thatcher
Muggle
somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known
Posts: 186
Relationship Status: on and off with fabian prewett
Player: Sam
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Post by Kyra Thatcher on Mar 22, 2020 23:14:12 GMT
"No one is attacking anyone," Kyra called out, looking around Fabian to the rest of their party and the pair of women who'd they had bad blood with. "Go back to enjoying the music, everyone, nothing going on!" While she wasn't fully successful in convincing the lot of looky-loos, there wasn't time to waste in removing the onlookers one by one. Edgar looked ready to bite someone's head off, and Phoebe was trying to get her to "not freak out," and nothing since that shot was making any sense. "Are you trying to get me blacklisted here? Can we be cool for like one minute?" she hissed at Fabian and Edgar. "Follow me, and you can all justify this mess to me over a drink next door." There was a door to the alley behind the building on the backstage wall, and as the women were blocking the front door, it seemed like the best way to get out of this before anyone did anything more stupid. Because in the span of little over a minute, Edgar had come barreling in like some sort of big shot copper, Fabian at his side, and she did not like this color on them. Their drinking partners had wasted no time in calling further attention to the men, making it clear they were known to each other on poor terms. Tried to turn them in for something at work? Failed, obviously. What's their crime? But what had been brought to her attention next was that both Fabian and Edgar...were...holding wands. Not billy clubs, not batons - wands. It was that fact that made her want to leave more than anything, so they could properly explain themselves. Sure, it looked bad for her for her friends to start a fight in the club, so it was necessary that they left before it got that far. But what was going on with the wands? Kyra took her best friend's hand and made to leave opposite the women, only to find her tug to be extremely ineffectual. It was like Phoebe had planted her feet to the ground and was putting twice her own weight on them, and that was not helpful at all. "What the hell, Pheebs?" Kyra groaned in exasperation. "I thought you wanted to go!"
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Fabian Prewett
Order Member
Posts: 230
Player: Tay
Title: Captain - Order of the Phoenix
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Mar 30, 2020 23:05:53 GMT
He hated that he was interrupting Edgar’s phone call home, but this was urgent. And his mate was quick to get off the phone at the news, practically running back towards the bar. Fabian followed quickly, nodding to Edgar’s words. “But how did she find us?” he asked, knowing there was no good answer. If she was truly here to get at Edgar by attacking Phoebe, it meant that they had been followed. Which meant that Edgar and Phoebe’s home could be under surveillance right now. Greg was good with his wand, but would he be enough if they were watching the house? They needed to get the girls and get out, as quickly as possible. But their quick pace was stopped once they got inside. He let Edgar take the lead as they shoved through the crowd, scowling when he realized that Edgar was indeed correct, and Carrow was here as well. One of them was bad enough, but the both of them? If they weren’t in such a public place, he would have sent a patronus to Headquarters. But this place was filled with muggles, and they were all targets. Could they really leave knowing the damage those two might cause? They needed to get the girls out, and then get a message to Headquarters, before something bad happened. Thankfully as they pushed through the last of the crowd to get to the bar, Phoebe and Kyra were headed to them, and he blocked Kyra from Bellatrix’s view as fast as he could. This right here, this was why it would never work. Because even when they weren’t together, somehow she was in danger. And tonight would be another fight between them, when he had to alter her memories of whatever was about to happen. Edgar, on the other hand, seemed ready to fight them right here and now, and Fabian pulled his wand out, trying not to feel the rising panic in his chest. This was a very public place, and people had started to watch as soon as Edgar had started yelling. Alecto was quick to continue making a show, and she was in between them and the door. “Can you really not tell us apart yet?” he asked snarkily, his annoyance with them evident. Bellatrix was chiming in, bringing even more attention to them, and before he could answer her Kyra was taking charge. Some of the onlookers left at her words, but he didn’t lower his wand. Not with the threat still there in front of them. “I’m being chill,” he whispered back to her. “And I’m not getting you blacklisted, I’m keeping you safe.” He doubted they would be allowed to walk away from this conversation, and so he didn’t dare turn his back to the two witches, stopping only when he realized that Phoebe seemed to be frozen in place, a look of panic on her face. She looked ready to fall over, and she hadn’t had that much to drink. Something was wrong, and he directed his attention back to the witches. “What did you do?”
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Edgar Bones
Order Member
Graduated Gryffindor
Never gonna live if you're too scared to die.
Posts: 177
Relationship Status: Married to: Phoebe Bones
Player: Sam
Title: Agent - Order of the Phoenix
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Post by Edgar Bones on Apr 22, 2020 20:38:39 GMT
This was why he'd never be Captain. Not that Edgar had ever put himself up for the job or had plans to do so, what with the increased hours and increased risk that didn't seem worth it when he had a family to take care of and be present for - but he let his emotions get the better of his judgement too easily. Storming in, wand blazing...while it took the attention from Phoebe and Kyra to him and Fabian, which he counted as beneficial, Ed doubted he could justify the rest of the outcomes. Should've let Fabs take point, he realized too late, after he'd caused a scene that someone they were trying to protect had to step in to mediate. And she's seen the wands. You idiot!The witches were right - they didn't have a plan, and he hated how relaxed they were, how quick they were to point out his errors. Phoebe's tug at him to leave was right. The front door was blocked, and Lestrange and Carrow were unarmed - although that could change in a moment, quick-draws as they were. And Edgar wanted to pause time to have an aside with Fabian, to puzzle out if they were telling the truth, if this was somehow one big unfortunate coincidence that he'd helped go from bad to worse. Or, better yet, go back in time and avoid this entire encounter. But neither were viable options, and Kyra seemed to know a way out, and Phoebe - With Kyra's frustration and Fabian's accusation, Ed had no choice but to look back - once his best mate had returned his focus to the witches - to see his wife in a panic so rare it threatened to break his heart. He sent a silent finite incantatem, hoping that would be enough to free her from what was causing her immobility, and - with a prayer to Merlin - made a show of pocketing his wand and taking her hand. It sped his heart up even more to be without his defense in hand, but could a show of good faith be enough to get them out of there without a fight? "The plan," Ed said firmly, "is for us to go our separate ways. Apologies for the misunderstanding," he continued through clenched teeth, taking a step back away from them.
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