Cally will beat you 'til candy comes out. (dyedinthewool) wrote in find_horcruxes, @ 2009-09-05 23:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !backhistory, calypso bones, edgar bones |
Backstory Log: Edgar and Cally
Who: Edgar Bones and Calypso Doge
When: December of their 5th year, not long before Christmas hols
Where: The Astronomy Tower and The Great Hall
What: Edgar is tired of just being used for snogs, and Cally has a massive jealous fit.
Rating: PG
By the time a few weeks had passed, Calypso was still being very conscious of not messing with his head too much. She didn't ever want to see that awful wounded look on his face ever again if she could help it, and certainly not because of her. It had felt absolutely terrible, like she was some kind of cruel, puppy-kicking demon-woman.
Nonetheless, she was still a little hesitant to actually be called Edgar's Girlfriend. It was a title that seemed to naturally lend itself to capital letters, and Cally wasn't sure she was ready for capital letters yet. Yes, she liked Edgar. Yes, she liked kissing Edgar. She liked kissing Edgar a lot, actually. But she also liked being her own person and she didn't want people thinking she was just an accoutrement to Edgar. And if she admitted to being his girlfriend, then there was all kinds of pressure. People would start thinking "Oh, a Bones and a Doge! Obviously they are MEANT TO BE!" And maybe they were, but maybe they weren't, and what if putting all those expectations on things just...ruined them?
The more time Cally spent with Edgar, the more she realized that she really didn't want them to be ruined. She loved the time she spent with him; she looked forward to it all day. Therefore, she wanted to take it slow, be careful, and make sure that nothing got too messy before she was ready for it.
Of course, Edgar wasn't about to make that easy for her.
"Caaaalllyyyyppppsssssooooo," Edgar whined, looking at her with puppy dogs eyes from where he sat beside her on the floor in the astronomy tower. They'd been using their prefect badges to their advantage for a good 45 minutes. And as much as Edgar was quite happy to spend as much time with Calypso as was possible, and as much as he enjoyed snogging and snogging frequently, Edgar couldn't help but feel... well. A little used. Those were the sorts of things that boyfriends and girlfriends did together. But Cally wouldn't let him call her his girlfriend, and that really bothered him. Not to mention confused him. If they fancied one another, and spent copious amounts of times attached to one another at the lips, and held hands and he carried her books from class to class and they ate lunch together and went for walks on the grounds and hung out in the bleeding astronomy tower, then how in the name of Circe were they not boyfriend and girlfriend?
"Oh honestly, Edgar!" Calypso huffed. "Why do you have to rush everything?"
She couldn't admit that his puppy-dog eyes were rather convincing, after all. Admitting that she would actually very much like to call him her boyfriend was out, too. She just needed a little more time, that was all. A little certainty that she wasn't going to get lost in the typhoon of personality that was Edgar Bones, and then she'd be willing to put a name on it and let people think what they would. After Christmas hols, Cally was thinking. That would be a good time.
And in the meantime, they could just keep right on like they were, because she was quite enjoying it.
"How's it rushing?" Edgar asked, giving her a rather incredulous look. "It's an organic sort of flow, isn't it? A bloke and a bird fancy one another. They snog. They hold hands in the hallway. They hang around with each other all the time. They go by the titles of boyfriend and girlfriend. It's really not complicated! Everyone knows we're together anyway, so, I mean. Wouldn't you rather by my girlfriend than just the girl I'm snogging?"
Well, yes, she sort of would. "But then there are so many...expectations!" Cally complained. "From my parents, and your parents, and everyone who knows our parents, which is of course everyone, and next thing you know everyone's decided we may as well get married next weekend. And I don't want to be just Edgar's Girlfriend. I like being Cally."
"Yes, because I'm such a huge fan of objectifying women," Edgar said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. "Our parents can fuck right off. We're fifteen. One whisper of arranging our marriage and I'll tell dad I'm sterile or something. I don't know. I think you're thinking too hard about it."
"What if you're not thinking enough about it?" Cally pointed out. What if he just got bored once she was his girlfriend? Now there was a scary prospect that worried her regularly. If she wasn't a challenge anymore, he might just decide she wasn't any fun to pay attention to anymore, and then where would she be? Woefully infatuated with Edgar Bones and relegated to being a plain boring girlfriend. It would be too awful to bear.
"Merlin, Cally, it's not as though we're talking about planning a wedding. You're not signing a contract or like I'm going to require you to wear a loincloth bathing suit and feed me grapes," Edgar said, feeling far beyond frustrated. "What's your real problem with this? Do I need to prove I'm not a twat? Because I thought I'd already done that."
"I didn't say you were a twat!" Cally snapped back at him, getting distracted from the rather pointed question he'd asked. "I haven't called you any names at all for three weeks! I even told AJ not to call you Sir Prancealot anymore! I mean, she probably still will, but I told her!"
Honestly, he acted like she was just awful. It had only been a few weeks! Did they really have to instantly be labeled boyfriend and girlfriend? She just wanted a little more time to feel things out and get settled! It wasn't that much to ask!
Oh whatever the fuck. That was enough for Edgar, who got to his feet then and looked down at her with a really annoyed look on his face. More annoyed than he'd ever looked when he'd been called Sir Prancealot to his face. Which up until he and Cally had started--well whatever the fuck she thought it was--had been all too frequently. "Is that supposed to make me happy? Oh look, Ed! I've found you swell while we've had our tongues in each other's mouths!"
Cally's jaw dropped in shock and then promptly snapped shut in indignation. She scrambled to her feet just to cross her arms and glare at him. "Why is it that every time I don't do exactly what you want, you have to get vulgar about it?" she demanded. "You think everyone in the world has to jump to your command, and every time I don't you make it all sound like some sordid affair! It's not like I said I'd never be your girlfriend! Just not now!"
"Well until you decide you fucking up for it, let me know!" Ed snapped. "You're so bleeding difficult, and for what? Because you don't want me to be like 'yeah, Cally's my girlfriend' when somebody asks? Bollocks on that shite! I'm not going to sit about snogging and... finding you after classes and carrying your stupid books anymore. I'm not going to hold your hand or come up here with you or... or tell you how pretty you look or sit next to you at mealtimes! Not until you know what it is you want! Because if you really wanted to do all that with me then you're take the crap with the happy no matter what the... the society connotations!"
"That's really easy for you to say, since you're the one who gets to keep right on doing whatever he wants no matter what the society connotations!" Cally shot back, willing her eyes not to tear up and failing. She didn't want to lose all those things, not at all, but she didn't want to lose herself, either. She was scared half to death of it, and it was hard to find the nerve to think she wouldn't when he was busy yelling and being angry at her.
And blast it all, she was not going to let him make her cry, or at least wasn't going to let him see it. Without another word, Cally stomped past him and started taking herself down the tower stairs as fast as she could without tripping over her own feet.
"Stop being so afraid of me!" Edgar called after her. "I'm just Edgar before I'm a Godric be damned Bones!" He ran after her then, automatically feeling bad for upsetting her. "Cally! Calypso, come back! I'll stop yelling, we can, we can just. Can we please talk about this?"
"Not now!" she shouted without turning around or slowing down, which was what always seemed to be her response. She had to think about things, and mostly she had to get her crying done somewhere that he wasn't going to see it. The stupid, difficult, wonderful boy already had enough power over her as it was; he didn't need to know he was that good at making her cry if he wanted to.
Edgar was still following her down the tower stairs. "Come on Calypso! Running away doesn't... it's not going to fix anything if you're constantly telling me to wait for you to figure things out? What's to figure out here? We care about each other, we should be together. It's that simple!"
Of course he wouldn't just give up. He never just gave up. Cally wiped her eyes as she kept walking, just in case he caught up with her.
"Just...just one night, please?" she asked, still hoping to get out of this without him having to see that she was crying. "Just give me one night to think about it. That's all I want."
Cally already knew which way this was going to go. She was going to end it as his girlfriend, just as she'd known she would for weeks. She hadn't planned on it being so soon, but taking the plunge would be better than losing him, if he was intent on giving ultimatums. Be that as it may, she wasn't willing to officially become his girlfriend while she was crying in the middle of a fight. Something like that ought to be happy, and she didn't want it to be like this.
Edgar stopped walking then and sighed. Why did this have to be so dramatic and complicated? Really? "Okay, okay. Take your time. Think about it," he said, the 'whatever it is there is to think about' added on in his head.
Whatever deities, demigods, or spirits might have been listening, Cally offered up a silent thanks to all of them that Edgar was going to let her have the little bit of space she needed. This still wouldn't be easy, but it wouldn't be bad now. She could go back to her dorm, wash her face, get some sleep, and then she could talk to him in the morning.
In fact, she thought as she approached Gryffindor tower, starting the next day as Edgar Bones's girlfriend might even be a good thing. After all, if she were his girlfriend, that would make him her boyfriend. Hers, which meant that the power didn't really all belong to him. Edgar was quite right about the fact that he didn't go around objectifying women; he was very respectful, and not just in that condescending way that a lot of boys had.
By the time she had her face washed, Cally had even convinced herself that he wasn't going to get bored just because she was his girlfriend. She would still be plenty interesting, and she could easily make sure he didn't get too complacent without actually jerking him around. Yes, everything was going to be just fine, she decided, and she drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, she was a cheerful, smiling girl who bore almost no resemblance to the weepy and panicked one from the previous night. She was going to get a boyfriend today, and it was going to be lovely. They could stop fighting about labels, and find something else more fun to fight about to keep things interesting. They could have nice little light non-serious fights that could be solved with snogging and not require major emotional discussions. Yes, Calypso was a much happier person today.
Or at least she was, until she came down the stairs to find that Edgar was not waiting to walk to breakfast with her.
Her face fell a little, but Cally figured she deserved that. She hadn't been entirely fair to him. If he was going to get a bit of his own back, well, all right.
...but then she got to the Great Hall to find that Edgar had Mirabella Rogers hanging all over him, and all bets were off.
Calypso saw red. How dare that little tramp drape herself on her boyfriend? And what in the hell did he think he was doing letting her?! She had asked for one night and he said she could have it! He didn't say her chances were over at sunrise!
She hardly even realized that she'd gone stalking over to the Gryffindor table at top walking speed, or that she'd grabbed the back of Mirabella's school robes to yank her up off the bench. "Get your hands off my boyfriend!" Cally snarled, much to the other girl's great surprise.
After their fight the night before, Edgar had given her enough time to get back to the tower and to her dorm before following suite. If she wanted a night, then fine. Whatever she needed, he supposed. He'd gone to sleep fairly annoyed and miserable, and when he'd gotten up that morning, he'd kept his word and went downstairs to breakfast without waiting for her, looking miserable. He'd taken a seat and was playing with his eggs rather than eating them when Mirabella Rogers had sat down beside him and asked him what was wrong. Ed had tried to ignore her (he really felt more like wallowing in his own misery without high-pitched commentary, thanks), but small talk had had to suffice, and Edgar had offered back as little as he could manage in response to her incessant rambling about whatever it was she was talking about.
Then Calypso had shown up out of nowhere. And had yanked Mirabella bodily off the bench. And had called Ed her boyfriend. Edgar didn't know whether he should continue staring in surprise, start laughing (because holy crap that was funny), or point at Cally and say "HA!"
"Uh, Cally?" he said finally with an amused look on his face, and that was about all he could manage.
She was still entirely too enraged to really even be cognizant of the utter madness she was created. She hadn't really made note of their very sizable audience (the entire school), either, nor was she concerned about the fact that if she didn't cool it very soon Professor McGonagall was probably going to come down there and give her a detention right in front of everyone.
"In a minute!" Cally snapped at Edgar before turning her attention quickly back to a rather frightened-looking Mirabella. "He's mine," Cally growled. "Do you understand? My boyfriend. And if you ever, ever try anything like that where I can see it ever again, I'll hex your pretty blond hair right off your head!"
"But I wasn't--"
"Go sit somewhere else!" Cally cut her off, finally letting go of the other girl's robes. Mirabella might have been a Gryffindor, but she wasn't crazy - she got out of the way and went down to a part of the table where she could quickly fill everybody in on the best gossip since the last time Cally and Edgar made a scene in the Great Hall.
Cally, meanwhile, rounded on Edgar. "Did you hear all that?" she asked pointedly, arms crossed. Just in case he hadn't, she reiterated. "You're my boyfriend. Mine. And if you let some other girl drape herself on you like a scarf again, I'll hex your pretty blond hair off your head, too!"
Edgar had a shit-eating grin on his face and was laughing, though not as violently as he felt like doing. "Let me make sure I've got this straight," he said, getting to his feet so he was standing in front of her. "I'm yours? As in you're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend and we're dating? No ifs ands or buts about it?"
She glared up at him, his laughter just infuriating her even more. "You heard me!" Cally snapped. "Stop being dense. And stop laughing at me, damn you!"
"You're so adorable I can't help myself," Ed said, moving closer. "All possessive and such. And you were worried about being objectified. Is that all I'm going to be for you, a pretty boy on your arm?"
Cally was not looking any happier. "You are not funny, Edgar Bones," she growled. "Not even a little bit. Now do you want to be my boyfriend or not? Because if you've changed your mind, you should probably go comfort Mirabella."
Edgar sidled a little closer still and slid his arms around her waist. "Of course I want to be your boyfriend you great drama queen."
That was better, she decided. Cally was still glaring mutinously up at him, but she did put her arms around him in return.
"I am not a drama queen," she grumbled, even though she knew that she was. "I was going to talk to you in the common room, but apparently your lust for waffles took over so fast that you couldn't wait five minutes."
"I told you I wasn't going to seek you out until you thought about thing, right?" Edgar said, pulling her closer still. "But obviously you did. Or Mirabella lit a possessive fire under your arse."
"I'm not arguing with you about this," Cally said flatly. She glanced to the side as she finally noticed that everyone in the immediate vicinity was still whispering and/or staring.
Oh, Merlin, she'd done it again. Beginning to turn pink, Cally glanced to the other side and took a step back. "Right, so...I think I'll just...go to the...um...I left something in the common room!" she finally declared, stepping back again as mortification began to set in.
And that was when she turned on her heel and ran, finally giving the rest of Gryffindor permission to burst into gales of laughter.
Edgar watched her go only for a split second before running after her. "Excuse me, folks! Pardon me! Have to go help my girlfriend with what she forgot! Excuse me, excuse me!" he exclaimed loudly as he went, still grinning.
By the time he got out to the hallway, Cally was covering her mouth in horror as she retreated, trying to decide if it was appropriate to laugh or not. She heard Edgar behind her, and upon turning to look was relieved to find that it was in fact him and not someone else.
"Oh my sweet Circe," she said, the laughter not quite taking over the horror yet. "I cannot believe I just did that."
"What's that? Asserting your dominance?" Edgar asked, completely and utterly amused out of his mind. "Claiming your man? Letting the whole school know whose property I am?"
"You're still laughing at me!" she complained. "Merlin! Isn't it bad enough that the entire rest of the school is laughing at me? Does my own boyfriend have to do it, too?"
Now that she was getting in the habit of it, Cally found that she rather liked this boyfriend word. It suited him nicely. She liked saying it, as it applied to Edgar Bones. She just might have to do it a little more often now.
"Hey, that's something to get used to not that we're dating," Ed said. "I have a reputation as a bit of a ham, don't you know. Taking the mickey is good times. Besides that, it's really not that bad. Everyone already knew we were a bit of a thing. You defending my honour is just... the icing on the cake, really."
"Well, next time you'd better defend your own honour," Cally grumbled. "I was serious about your hair. And," she added, poking her index finger right at the middle of his chest, "if you ever even think about cheating on me, the very first thing I'll do is snog Sturgis Podmore and tell everyone it's because you're a lousy kisser."
"Duly noted," Edgar said, moving to embrace her. "But I wouldn't. And I'm not," he added, and then leaned in to prove the point.
If he was going to kiss her like that every time she made such a suggestion, she was going to have to threaten to insult his kissing ability more often. Cally's arms went right around his neck, and she decided that she liked kissing her boyfriend even more than she'd liked kissing him when he wasn't. Even when the kiss broke, she stayed right where she was, her lips almost touching his.
"So now you go back to carrying my books around and holding my hand again, right?" she murmured softly. "And you don't get bored of me just because I'm not as much of a challenge anymore?"
"Yes, I will," Edgar answered, giving her another light kiss. "And you're nothing resembling boring, Calypso. Never could be for me. You need to know how happy I am right at this very second."
"Me too," Cally said, smiling slightly with the admission. "I already knew that I wanted this last night - I just didn't want to start it off with a big fight and crying."
She grimaced. "...so instead I started it off with a big fight and yelling. Sorry."
"Hey, you were yelling at Mirabella, not me," Edgar said. "Can I carry your books to double potions? And hold your hand on the way? Then eat lunch with you?"
If he was still putting up with her after all that, Cally figured she must have found somebody pretty special. And really, really excessively patient. Which, now that she thought about it, was definitely a good thing.
Cally looked up and smiled at him again. "Only if I can hold your hand on the way to History and you promise to drag me into a corner for a quick snog before dinner."
"I can definitely make that happen," Ed agreed happily. "I could never say no to you. Or to a snog. With you."
"You are so easy," Cally replied with a grin. "I think you'll be a very good boyfriend."