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edgar bones headcanon! (bc i love him and so should you!)

⚠️tw! falling and injuries relating to falling (i researched as best i could, but im writing this at 2 am so bare w me), nightmares also related to falling, use of alc0h0l + dr*gs as a way to cope w trauma 

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edgar grew up loving quidditch. in a tiny polish town, barely registered by the wizarding world, much less muggles, it was all he could to do entertain himself. when his father taught him what a broom was, and later the rules of quidditch, edgar couldn’t get enough. (his sister amelia, on the other hand, would simply scrunch up her nose at the prospect of doing anything other than reading, grasping onto whatever information she could get her hands on.)

he was 12 when he made hufflepuff’s quidditch team. their brand new keeper. while edgar was good, people still had their reservations about him. how small he was, how he still held onto that baby fat, how hufflepuff would never see victory with a mere 2nd year being keeper. 

oh, how they were sorely mistaken. 

hufflepuff won nearly every game that year. 

edgar became captain his 4th year, and remained so through the following seasons. 

he was 16 when he fell. 6th year was the time when the quidditch scouts came to hogwarts, scanning the players to see who was truly serious about the game. who could make it to the big leagues. edgar meant to be one of those players. he was meant to become a world famous keeper, recognized by all.

he was 25 feet in the air when the quaffle hit him square in the chest, and he went toppling down. the stands were silent. only hushed whispers as the healers carried him away. ribs fractured, his legs and right arm were broken, a ruptured spleen, a concussion, and a herniated disc. it was just short of a miracle he survived. 

edgar bones, king of hufflepuff, adored by all. not seen for days, suffering quietly in the infirmary where he’d only let his sister or close friends visit him. a boy who was so full of life, now near silent. fearing if he utters a word, this nightmare of being stripped of what he loves will be never over.

edgar bones who quickly shifted to pain killers and muggle alcohol to try and ease the pain. who woke up gasping for air and freezing cold, a thin sheen of sweat covering him whenever he dreamed of falling. a glass poured, a shot swallowed quickly with shaking hands. concerned looks between his roommates, people who once considered themselves closest to edgar, now seeing a stranger.

edgar bones, who everyone, including himself, thought was invincible. right until he wasn’t.

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silly little slytherin skittles

the slytherin friend group (barty, regulus, evan, pandora, and cas) were all 100% swifties and their song was 22. i dont care if it makes no canonical sense, they played it every time they were getting ready to go out. it was requested at every slytherin party. they screamed it in car rides. it was their song.

and, if you want to make it sad, picture barty on his 22nd birthday. just when he was planning on proposing, the love of his life died. his best friend let his pride get in the way for the very last time and drowned. the one who used to do his eyeliner for parties and was like his older sister was murdered by the master he was pretending to serve. the girl who knew everything about him without having to ask passed trying to destroy horcruxes. barty sits alone in a bar, drinking firewhiskey, while 22 by taylor swift played over the speakers. and for the first time in years, he cried.