Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-19 16:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | amelia bones, edgar bones |
RP Log: Eddie and Amelia
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY mrbones)
Characters: Edgar and Ames
When: After work on Friday
Where: Outside in the SNOW
Rating: PG for sillyness
Summary: Edgar wants to build a snowman.
The snow was still nothing short of ridiculous, and Edgar wanted to make use of it while he still could, especially while he and Amelia were still a little awkward around one another despite making up and her taking him to get his horrible excuse for a fringe fixed by her own stylist. Today he'd owled his mother to go rummaging through some storage at home, and she'd owled over his and Amelia's hats, scarves and gloves from when they were children--matching wool accessories, his in blue, hers in pink. Josh's, from what he could remember, had been green.
He walked into Millicent Bagnold's office with everything on (and charmed to fit), including a winter jacket and a pair of galoshes. When Amelia looked up and spotted him, all he could do was grin.
“Going somewhere,” Amelia asked before turning back to her work. It was Friday afternoon, and she had some things to finish up before the weekend could officially begin. It had been a relatively light week, but that didn’t mean it felt any shorter than usual. In fact, the week dragged on slowly and Amelia had been waiting since Tuesday for it to be over. When Ed had returned on Wednesday, her attitude had improved slightly, if only at seeing the misfortune that was his hair.
Amelia looked up once more from her work. “You look ridiculous,” she proclaimed. “Where did you get those clothes?”
"Our mommy loves me," Edgar replied, grin growing wider as the plopped a paper back down on her desk. "Look inside!"
“I’m afraid to,” commented Amelia as she stared at the bag. But just as curiosity killed the cat, she couldn’t help opening the top and peering inside. “You didn’t,” she exclaimed half in surprise, half in discontent.
"I did! We can match again, Amelia Bones," Edgar said cheerfully. "We, my dearest and one and only sister, are going to build a snowman."
He was so enthusiastic she couldn’t help but laugh. “Eddie, these clothes don’t even fit me any more.”
"Pish Posh!" Edgar exclaimed, pointing at himself. "I made mine fit. A little engorgement charm here, a headache there..."
“You’re not going to take no for an answer are you,” she asked. “So I might as well say yes.” Amelia stood up, pulled out the pink hat, and examined it. After glancing once more into the paper sack, she sighed and pulled out the contents. “You know you look ridiculous,” she said, as she enlarged the hat and gloves before pulling them on. “I did say that already right?”
"And now you do too!" Edgar said. "We can look and be ridiculous together. We are going to Diagon Alley. There's a lovely bit of snow piled up behind the Leaky Cauldron, and the resulting snowman will be more amazing than life itself.
“Hush you,” Amelia replied. She gathered up her belongings and locked up her desk. “I look posh and chic.” She grabbed his arm as the two headed out of the office. “Remind me again why we’re doing this?”
"Because the last time we did this we were about nine, and you had the bright idea to suggest we build Josh into a snowman of his own accord. I think he's still afraid of carrots," Edgar rambled. "Besides, we never do anything together, and why not something completely lame and inane?"
Amelia laughed. “I remember that,” she said giddily. “I also remember someone taking the blame for me and getting punished.” She paused and pushed him playfully. “Did I ever say thank you for that?”
"No, I believe you teased me about having to clean Pop's den the muggle way," Edgar said. "Loomed in the doorway the entire time with a smug grin on your face."
“Ah yes that’s right,” Amelia mused. “Well thank you for that. And I did give you my pudding later if I recall.” They continued on. “So I hear the Magical Reversal Squad finally sorted out this weather. I’ll miss the snow though.”
"Eh, it'll come back soon enough when the weather actually changes," Edgar said with a shrug. "The end of October is coming up pretty fast. To think that this time last year Sarah and I were on out honeymoon still. She spent most of it puking up in the bathroom."
Amelia fell silent at that remark. She didn’t know what to say to that since she had brought up so negatively not that long ago. “Well you’ll have to take Matty out come winter and play with him,” she said finally. “I bet he’s a real snow bunny.”
"He's quite involved in anything he can get his little hands on," Edgar said, beaming the way he always did when he talked about his little boy. "He's completely fascinated with the colour orange, did I tell you? If there's orange juice or pumpkin juice around he'll knock it over if he can get to it and spill all over everything. And he puts carrots up his nose."
“He sounds like a handful,” Amelia said, focusing on the pavement beneath her feet. She picked up a handful of snow from a mound. Her eyes darted from her hand to her brother and with a mischievous smile shoved the cold substance down the back of Edgar’s neck and laughed.
Edgar squealed and jumped. "Aargh!" he said, doing a little dance with his hands behind his back, trying to shake loose what had gone down his back. "Oh I'm going to get you for that," he said. "Christ, it's running down my arse!"
Amelia roared with laughter. “Oh Eddie,” she said innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
"You're a horrible person," Edgar said as the snow slid down his arse crack and he dove for a handful and launched himself at Amelia for retaliation. He managed to throw it at her face.
Amelia sputtered like a diver coming up for air. Her skin stung beneath the coldness of the snow. “Edgar,” she cried out as she wiped off her face. “You got some in my eye!” One gloved hand covered her eye as she crouched down, pretending to tear up.
"Faker! Fake, fake, faker!" Edgar said, dancing from one foot to the other. He felt like he was 10 again, and God knew that after all this time he'd learned to figure out when Amelia was completely and utterly full of shit. "What's the matter, Amesy-Bunny?"
Amelia whimpered. She was sticking to her story darn it, just like she did when she was 9. Real tears welled up in her eyes as she kneeled on the snow, with the damp and the cold sinking through her nylons and onto her skin. “There’s something in my eye,” she managed to choke out finally.
She was so full of it. Completely and utterly. And yet Edgar knelt down beside her anyway because she was his little sister and she was crying and he couldn't help it.
He caved, just as Amelia knew he would. He was so predictable in that way. Amelia allowed herself to peek briefly at Edgar as she continued her hurt little sister act. “I think…, there was…. a pebble,” she sputtered.
"In what, the snow?" Edgar asked, concerned, leaning forward and trying to get a look.
Amelia nodded. “Something’s in my eye,” was her anguished response. “It really hurts.”
"Let me see then," Edgar instructed.
It was all she could do to keep from smiling as she removed her hand from over her eye. It was a bit red from the snow and the fake tears, but other than that it was perfectly fine. Amelia’s hand was then free to grab a chunk of snow and shove it right back in her brother’s face.
Edgar spit what had gone into his mouth back out again, and then tackled her into the snow bank. "Jerk!"
Amelia laughed. It was just like they were kids again. Now all they needed was Josh so they could turn him into a snowman and the scenario would be complete. “I can’t believe you fell for that Ed,” she said. “You’re turning into an old softy.”
"I always fell for your crap!" Edgar exclaimed, attempting to bury her in the snow.
“Watch it mister,” Amelia chided, trying to push the snow and him off of her. She rolled onto her stomach and crawled out of his reach. As she stood up, she brushed the snow off of her and said. “It wasn’t crap. My eye did hurt. For about a microsecond.”
"And you played it out to make me feel so sad and guilty for bullying my poor, widdle sissy," Edgar said with a grin, rolling onto his back and starting to make a snow angel.
“Well you shouldn’t bully your widdle baby sister,” Amelia said, looking down at him. “It isn’t very nice.”
"Ah, but it's fun!" Edgar teased.
“Well in that case,” Amelia said. She haughtily made her way back over to her brother and promptly sat on his chest. “So is this. Thank you Eddie. I didn’t feel like getting my skirt damper, and my feet are killing me. One should not frolic in heels, no matter how comfortable and stylish they are.”
"Don't you dare fart," Edgar said, picking up a handful of snow and flinging it haphazardly at her.
“Girls don’t fart,” Amelia informed him as she flung snow back at him. “That’s gross.”
"Oh that is crap! Don't forget that I live with a woman! And she happily lets her farts go whenever she pleases, and without warning!" Edgar said, sticking out his tongue.
“Oh don’t tell mother,” Amelia warned. “She’d rupture a disk at hearing that. Women aren’t supposed to fart, or burp, or do anything uncouth.”
"Remember than time at that dinner party when she had the flu and she kept rushing off to the loo every few minutes?" Edgar asked. "Oh, no, darlings, I'm quite fine! Just making sure those silly elves aren't burning the turkey! Must keep a watchful eye!"
“And as I recall the turkey was burnt in the end,” Amelia giggled.
"Yes, and she didn't come back for dessert," Edgar laughed. "And remember that time me, Josh and Dad had that burping contest at Christmas dinner? I thought Nana Bones was going to have a heart attack."
“You three always were horrid,” Amelia shook her head. “I still can’t believe that you did that. Mother was mortified! But it wasn’t as bad as what you did at the wedding! Not yours, but some associate of father’s son’s wedding. I can’t remember his name. Do you remember?”
"Garfield? I think? I don't remember. I just remember getting drunk and me and Josh chorusing muggle show tunes," Edgar answered. "And then Pop chimed in on the harmonies. It would've been a real smoothe sound if I could've stopped giggling."
Amelia shook her head. “And we’re supposed to be related,” she asked. “I maintain that I was switched at birth.”
"If anyone was swtiched at birth it was me," Edgar said. "Blond? Outrageously tall? Unorganized? Blue eyes?"
"Sound like Grandfather," Amelia commented. "Or rather a mixture of our grandfathers."
"And then you and Josh are dark and brown-eyed eskimo children."
Amelia rolled her eyes. “You’re a Bones, Eddie. And we wub you, even if you are an idiot.”
"We're all idiots. It's a long standing family tradition," Edgar grinned.
“Speak for yourself. Josh is far from stupid, and so am I.”
"Hey, hey," Edgar said. "Not stupid. Stupidity is not idiocy, and idiocy has many layers. Me, for one, I'm far too pleasant and good-looking."
“Ha,” Amelia cried out. “Right. I took a picture of you with fringe. Care to see?”
"No! I never want to remember than short, horrible time of my life!"
“Right. So I’ll make sure to show it to Matty when he’s older then,” Amelia smiled.
"Don't you dare," Edgar warned.
“Sisters were created to show their nieces and nephews that their father wasn’t always so ‘cool’,” Amelia explained. “It’s my right as your sister to inform them Eddie.”
"But I was cool. I am cool!" Edgar pouted.
“Right, sure you are. But speaking of cool, I’m cold,” Amelia stated, rising to her feet. “The thing about snow is it makes you cold when you play in it. Let’s get some hot chocolate.”
"We were supposed to build a snowman," Edgar said, clamouring upward. "This is horribly disappointing."
“Well I want hot chocolate, but you can build one if you like. I’ll watch.”
"Tosh, useless," Edgar said. "Besides, I'm cold too."
“Right,” Amelia agreed. “Hot chocolate then. Shall we?”
"Oh yes, lets!" Edgar smiled lopsidedly.