Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-10 19:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | amelia bones, edgar bones |
RP Log: Amelia and Edgar
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY mrbones)
Who: Ed and Amelia
When: Afternoon, before dinner
Where: St. Mungo's
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ed got hurt on the job, and Amelia is listed as his immediate contact.
It was the perfect day for Amelia. A light snow was still falling outside, making it a perfect excuse to wear her new boots. She had gotten over the argument with Edgar, well if pushing it to the back of her mind and ignoring him at work way. She hadn't run into him since then, and it was fine by her if she never did again.
Now, she was concentrating on the work in front of her. Papers were strewn about the desk, intermingled with Daily Prophet articles and texts. It was a great deal of work, but now that Edgar wasn't sending her pointless memos during the day she had more time to focus on work. Much to her surprise a memo landed on her desk, one that was addressed to her, not Millicent. Slowly, Amelia opened it, half-expecting it to be from Edgar. Her heart stopped when she read the words "Edgar Humphrey Bones requested that you be notified in case of an emergency." After finishing the note, Amelia penned quick owls to their parents, Sarah, and Josh, before grabbing her coat and heading as fast as she could to St. Mungo's.
When she entered his room, Amelia stopped to catch her breath. There, in the bed in front of her, lay her brother. Her fearless, reckless, brave, indestructible older brother. This should not be happening, not to him. "Ed," she said softly as she approached the bed. "It's me. Ames. I'm here." She sat on the edge of the bed, and held back tears. "Everything is going to be all right."
What had happened could hardly be considered heroic, although Amelia knew nothing yet of the specifics.
Edgar and another officer had been called to Diagon Alley because some old fart was stumbling about, drunk in public. When they'd gotten there, it (like most other significant places in the world at the time) was snowy and icy despite the typical October weather. While attempting to restrain the fellow, Edgar had slipped on the icy street and suffered a rather spectacular fall, smashing his head, hard, against the sharp brick corner of a jutted building. The blow had been hard enough to knock him unconscious, and had split his head open deeply at the base. There was a lot of blood, and he still hadn't come to after they'd gotten him to St. Mungo's, and fixed up the wound.
Now, though, he came to with slowly with a groan, his entire head pounding. He blinked blearily, the room around him slowly coming into focus, and other than the sharp stinging at the back of his head, the first thing he noticed was his sister.
"Amelia?" he asked groggily, confused.
Amelia looked down at him and reached for his hand. How could she have been so stupid, she wondered as she watched him lay there helpless. She had never seen him this vulnerable and so close to death. Tears welled up in her eyes. What would she have done if he had died today? She would have never forgiven herself had that happened. The last memory she would have had of him would be her telling him to fuck off and die. Certainly not one of her finer moments in life.
"Mhm‚" Amelia said, choking back tears. "I'm here Ed."
Edgar furrowed his eyebrows and glanced around. "Am I in hospital?" he asked, not quite remembering what had happened. He had an inkling it had something to do with the throbbing that seemed to be everywhere in his body.
"You are," she explained calmly. They hadn't told her what happened; only that he was in the hospital. Judging from the bandage around his head, she could only assume that he had sustained serious head injuries. Maybe that would knock some sense into him, or into her. "Do you remember anything that happened?"
Edgar shook his head blankly. "I remember slipping on ice. Did I really hurt myself that badly?" he asked, touching his hand tentatively to the biggest source of pain. He winced.
Amelia winced with him. "I haven't had a chance to speak with a healer Ed," she explained. "I rushed here straight from work. They sent me a memo at work. You listed me as your emergency contact."
"Oh, right. Well. Don't trust the ministry to talk to Sarah sensibly. You know what she's like, she'd come in and start poking whomever she could for answers," Edgar said. "Fucking snow. Don't know whose stupid idea it is, but it's getting old really fast."
She nodded and took a deep breathe. "Look Ed, about last week..."
Edgar emitted a dry, little laugh. "Yeah. Probably not our finest hour there."
Amelia didn't know how to say what she wanted to say. What she wanted to say was that although she was sorry, she had meant every word she said. But given his current condition, that little tidbit could wait an indefinite amount of time Amelia decided. "No it most certainly was not." She signed and her eyes welled up with tears. "Oh Merlin Ed what if you had died today?"
Edgar raised an eyebrow. "I believe it would've been a very pathetic death," he said, scratching awkwardly as his bandage, not really sure what he was expecting her to say about what she had said, or what she expected him to say in return. They had both been brutally honest.
"Don't scratch at that," she scolded, pulling his hand away. "What happened out there?"
"Slipped on some ice, told you. We were..." he blinked. "Trying to take some slosh into custody and he put up a fight and I guess I smacked my head upside a wall or something pointy? Terrible tragedy."
"You mean to tell me that you slipped while trying to take an inebriate into custody?" she asked, becoming slowly enraged. "Merlin. I thought someone had attacked you!" She let go of his hand and slapped his shoulder.
Edgar rolled his eyes. "Well they took me off of the Shiver investigation. They don't think I'm 'prepared to handle the stress', which is about right of them to say."
"I don't have much choice in the matter," Amelia commented, rubbing her temple to try and relieve stress. She read somewhere that it worked, but she hadn't seen it thus far. "I work on what Millicent works on. Though it's hard to develop a case when we don't have a viable suspect, so I've been working on other things. Still, whenever one of your lot takes a suspect or someone with a tip we have to be there when they interrogate them." She buried her face in her palms and shook her head.
"Makes me wish I'd gone with quidditch as a profession instead," Edgar sighed, looking away from her and toward the window.
She slapped him again. "You would have hated it Ed. You know you would have. Ultimately all that traveling and being away from your family... And I'm sure Sarah would not approve of the girls. Besides, then you wouldn't have been able to send me useless memos during work."
Ed gave her an incredulous sort of look. "Doesn't everything have to be a lecture or sorts, Ames, honestly? Sometimes I wish I'd went with a career that involved thinking less and acting more. I'm allowed to say that when I'm stressed or in a bad place. And stop hitting me."
"I'll stop hitting you when you stop being stupid," she teased. "Which I don't see happening in the foreseeable future." Amelia smiled sadly. "Would you really rather be a Quidditch player?"
"No," Edgar replied honestly. "But it's a relief to pretend I do sometimes."
She nodded and looked down at her watch. "I wonder what's taking them so long," she pondered aloud.
"I'm sure they've got more important people to deal with than me and my lack of balance," Edgar said without much enthusiasm. Things felt awkward.
"I sent mother and father and Sarah owls before I left," she continued, ignoring him. "They should be here by now. I hoped the owls reached them." Then Amelia remembered he had spoke, but she did not know what he had said. So she looked at him, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Hmm?"
Ed just shook his head. "You owled Ma and Pop? Was that really necessary?"
"Edgar," she said a little tersely. "All they told me in the note was that it was an emergency. I thought you were dying. Of course I owled them. Would you prefer they found out that their son was dead through the Ministry officials? Besides," she perked up. "I bet someone will be receiving a rather large hospitality basket." She poked his arm.
Edgar refrained from a sarcastic 'Whoopee' and instead forced himself to give her a small smile. "It's like the dragon pox all over again."
"Only when you had the dragon pox you were contagious and you still had all your hair."
Edgar's eyes went wide. "What do you mean, all of my hair?" He patted his wound again. "Oh fuck they didn't."
"Eddie your head is bandaged. You apparently had a rather large wound. What did you expect," Amelia asked rather exasperated.
"Them to find a way to work around it!" Edgar said in a panic, a lot of the preoccupations he'd had with his looks before Matty came along coming back in a rush.
The one thing that Amelia wanted to do right now was give her big brother a big shake. He was acting like a child again and being ridiculous. "It's just hair Eddie," she tried to soothe him. "It'll grow back. And in the meantime you can wear a hat. Makes sense with the weather."
Edgar just glared. "Stop patronizing me."
"Stop acting like a child," Amelia retorted.
"If it bothers you that much then don't indulge me in the first place," Edgar snapped back.
"I was trying to make it better," she growled through clenched teeth.
"Yeah, you've always been bad at that," Edgar returned, growing more and more agitated.
"Is this really you talking, or is it the pain," Amelia asked, trying not to snap.
"Maybe it's just a sudden need to spit out honest opinions that I've bottled up for two years?" Edgar asked, challenging her.
"So go on," she countered. "I can take it. I'm a big girl. Go ahead and tell me."
"Fine! You resent me, don't you? For being the oldest, and for being a boy, and for constantly fucking up and still not getting the shit end of anything?" Edgar spat. "Stop it! I am not some fucking level of comparrisson!"
Amelia blinked. She had expected some of that to be honest. She had it coming to her, but to be honest hearing it hurt more than she would like to admit. "I'm-=I'm sorry Ed." She looked down at the floor, not bearing to look at him. He was right. Or course he was right.
Edgar took a deep breath and softened. "Amelia, don't... I mean. You know I don't purposefully do things just to piss you off anymore, right? I stopped doing that when I was 15. It just feels like you set impossible expectations for me sometimes just so you'll have a reason to feel as though you're better than me."
"I know," she said softly. She knew that he didn't mean to hurt her. But that didn't mean that she didn't hurt herself. "I know.†She shook her head unable to say more. "Maybe I should leave. Let you rest."
"No, don't," Edgar said, reaching for her hand. "Just. You really hurt me with what you said last week. I mean, just blow after blow. I've made a lot of mistakes, Ames, but I'm trying. I'm not perfect. I'm doing the best I can here."
"Oh come on Eddie," Amelia looked at him again. "Be realistic for a second here. You have always been the perfect son, the perfect child, the perfect big brother. You can't make mistakes. They somehow turn into accomplishments or what have you. I never set any expectations, you set them yourself."
"Don't presume. You don't know everything," Edgar said quietly. "I mean Christ, Amelia. What did you think telling our parents about Sarah being pregnant was, a fucking cakewalk? Ma didn't speak to me for a week and a half she was so disappointed. Pop must've yelled at me for two hours. How I should've known better, how I was setting a horrible example for you and Josh, what was he going to tell you, how I wasn't mature enough to handle the responsibility..." Edgar exhaled deeply through his nostrils. "How they'd expected so much more of the heir of such a noble, pureblooded line..."
"And what would they had done had it been me," Amelia asked slowly.
Edgar considered it for a moment, and then rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It would've been twice as bad, I'd imagine. Unless the father was a pureblood, but even then... I don't. I wouldn't ever want you subjected to that. It was bad enough that he said anything to me. I think he was more angry I killed the line and was marrying a halfblood then because Sarah was pregnant. It was a side of him I'd never seen before."
"I guess it's up to Josh to continue on the Bones tradition then isn't it," she asked with a small smile. "I'm sorry you had to go through that Eddie. I am. But... It was hard on all of us."
Edgar looked confused. "How do you mean? You and Josh?"
She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I can't speak for Josh. But it was like I was losing my brother. And my best friend. All at the same time."
"What, why?" Edgar asked with immediate concern. He hadn't realized... "I'm sorry. I mean... I don't... I tried..."
"I shouldn't be so selfish," she realized. "But I was 18. I don't know Eddie. It was hard. But it's in the past. I really should just grow up and get over it. Right? Be a big girl."
"It was only a year ago, Amelia," Edgar said. "You should talk to me about it. Not bottle it all up until the next time we stress ourselves out and explode at one another."
"You don't need to hear all of my problems right now," Amelia sniffled. "You have so many other things going on. Really. I'll be fine. And it won't happen again."
"Ames," Edgar said, raising his eyebrows. "We used to be able to tell each other everything. Have we really drifted that far apart?"
Amelia shrugged sadly. "I don't know. You have a child and wife and I have my job and roommates. I guess we are."
"I don't want it to get any worse," Edgar said, calmly. "Talk to me, please? I want to know. I want to help make it better."
Amelia paused. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know where to begin. She didn't want to make it worse than it already was. "I think all I could say I said the other day," she whispered.
"That you think I'm a complete idiot and that Sarah and I arsed-up ridiculously?" Edgar asked. "Which... I mean. You knew Sarah and I had been sleeping together for two years before she got pregnant."
"There were other things too," came Amelia's small voice.
Edgar tried to remember what Amelia had written. "Well, um. You said a lot. What specifically?"
"All of it? It doesn't really matter."
"Yes it does," Edgar insisted. "Talk to me rationally, Ames. Say what you think. Please."
"I feel as though I'll never be as good as you," she admitted finally as she gazed out the window. "Basically that is what it boils down to."
Edgar shook his head. "You got more OWLs, you did better on your NEWTs, you made prefect and Head Girl the same, you got a good standing job right out of school, and you're not about to get married and have a kid," he said. "If it's really a competition, Amelia, I think you've won. Though I don't know why I can't be Edgar, and why you can't be Amelia."
"Because it has never worked that way Ed," Amelia explained. "When people looked at us when we were younger we were 'The Bones children'. So to me that's what we are. Three people. Three different people, but all tied together. We can't separate."
"If you constantly compare us to one another you're going to drive yourself insane," Edgar said gently. "We're not children anymore."
He was right. Again. He was always right. Amelia nodded and shrugged. "You're right," she said. "But sometimes I wish we still were." She looked down at him with a small smile. "Don't you?"
Edgar nodded. "In a lot of ways, yeah. I miss not having to worry so much, even before Hogwarts, when it was just the three of us in the backyard from dawn until dusk," he said, smiling. "Back when parental expectations involved not stuffing whole pieces of cake in your mouth, instead of carrying the weight of the end of a legacy on your shoulders."
"Well we all have to grow up someday, whether we like it or not."
Edgar sighed. "Yeah. So I've discovered."
"Cheer up Eddie. Mother will be here soon with a huge basket," she replied cheerfully giving him a hug. "And I'll stay until you kick me out. It;ll be like when we were younger and one of us was sick."
"I'm sure they're not going to keep me here that long," Edgar said, the sentence followed by the loud sound of baby giggles, and Sarah's demanding voice. Edgar perked up.