In all honesty, Edgar wanted to be shocked and horrified when he found out Amelia had been acting dangerously with the dragons. In fact, he had feigned his surprise so well that he, himself, had almost begun to believe it. That had been until logic had taken over, and he recognized that this moment had been anticipated since the temptation was set forth days ago when Hogwarts' predicament was announced. And he knew from brotherly experience that Amelia was too much of a curious, risk-taker to let an opportunity like approaching a dragon pass without even an attempt to get a closer look. He also knew that - despite all of his sister's knowledge on he beats - Mel would ignore their acute senses and violent nature in a foolish frenzy of dragon induced irrationality.
Clarke should have anticipated this. Edgar furrowed his eyebrows as he made his way through the corridors.
The Infirmary opened on a gruesome scene, one that Edgar very rarely felt inclined to witness outside of the brief episode when he desired to be a Healer. Now that the phase had passed, he looked at his mangled sister with a growing sickness in the pit of his stomach. It was not disgust for what he was witnessing, but a growing sense of dread - one that was telling him that his understanding of "It's not that bad, Edgar." and Mel's interpretation were very different things.
"Yes, I tend to linger among the contorted and crippled in hopes of someday finding a suitable wife," Edgar replied, but his tone was less than amused. He was a boy of silent anger while also fighting against his growing distraught. "What happened? And why haven't they tended to you yet?" His head whipped around on the latter question, his voice raising to get the Healer's attentions.