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alias: Sigyn !
player age: 23
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occupation OR house/set/dorm + year: Chief of Staff to the U.K. Minister of Magic
relationship status: "I hope you know, Oswald, I would do anything for you."
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11 Feb 2018, 08:14 PM
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<span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“Would you <i>just, please, stop talking</i>?”</b></span> It was always <i>so</i> much harder to try and pretend whatever short, black-haired white man he’d managed to find was actually Oswald when they just kept talking and ruining the illusion he was trying to build. Ed had mastered the art of subtly styling their hair into something vaguely more familiar while making out with his newest lookalike which was usually the only physical thing required, and they were generally happy enough to go along with how he subtly suggested they act when he promised them sex in exchange for it in no uncertain terms. But this one didn’t seem to have understood the ‘be quiet’ command he’d led with, because Ed had only left his lips for a few moments to slide down to his neck before the idiot had started blathering on again.
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Letting out a very exasperated sigh, Ed leaned back again to glare at this not-quite Oswald, revealing the dark love bite he’d left at the base of his neck which was surprisingly not what the man had been commenting on. Instead, it was some stream of questioning about all the Ministry gossip he’d been involved in, which Ed had absolutely no intention of answering any time soon. It usually wasn’t too hard to distract someone in this sort of situation though, so Ed’s hands dropped to his newest consort’s thighs sliding upwards and inward as he spoke to accentuate his meaning. <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“Look, I’m not here to talk, okay? So you might as well drop the questions if you actually want me to-”</b></span>
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He suddenly froze mid-sentence as his gaze caught a flash of movement over the other man’s shoulders, and a far too familiar face caught his eye. His hands had stopped just short of their target, much to his companion’s dismay but Ed wasn’t even listening as he started up his whiny little voice box again. His attention snapped back to him a moment later, offering a quick, <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“Too late, opportunity lost,”</b></span> before clambering off him and making an immediate beeline towards the face he could pick out in any crowd.
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Of course, that would be a significantly easier task if he hadn’t been here most of the night already, meaning he was already several cocktails away from the mostly sober state in which he’d entered. So despite the fact the bar wasn’t even particularly crowded tonight, it still felt like some sort of obstacle course that he had to cross in order to get to his target. And one that he was failing at too, considering how often he bumped into something or someone in his progress. But there was only one man who could make him drop everything like this, only one man he would rush towards the arms of like they were his only source of power. Why on Earth was <i>Oswald</i> here?
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Had he… come looking for Ed perhaps? Was that too much of a long shot? Ed had frequented this particularly dive fairly often over the last few weeks, it wouldn’t take much to figure out he’d be here. So… maybe? Hopefully? Actually, it didn’t matter <i>why</i> he was here, all that mattered was for the first time since they’d broken up, Ed had the opportunity to actually talk to the man who’d crushed his heart to dust and taken everything he'd had away from him. One might assume he wanted revenge for such a thing but oh no, not at all – he just wanted an opportunity to apologise again.
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He’d almost reached the Minister of Magic when a coat sticking out from under a table managed to catch his foot, and he went crashing to the floor before he’d even realised he was falling. Oh but he was so close now, no point putting the effort in to stand up when he would only need to take a few steps anyway. Instead he basically crawled the remaining distance, kneeling up and grabbing the table beside him in preparation to stand, but calling out, <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“Oswald?!”</b></span> before he’d stood anyway. Because alcohol and desperation made a lovely pair, under which no actions could be possibly seen as embarrassing if they helped to achieve a desired goal.


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<div style="width: 400px; text-align: right; font-size: 10px; color: #0F6F4A;"><b>oswald cobblepot / 702</b><br>
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29 Jan 2018, 09:36 PM
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Why was this <i>hard</i>? This shouldn’t be hard? This was just going into work, there was nothing difficult about this? And he’d only been away for a day, a bank holiday he couldn’t have worked in anyway, so it wasn’t exactly a big break from his routine… Yes he’d spent that day in a hospital bed but that was obviously just a technicality. He’d been in work on New Year’s Eve, been to the event that… evening… and then… woken up in hospital, but now it was the next day and he just needed to go back into work like normal. What was so hard about that?
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Oswald clearly didn’t think he’d have a problem with this. Ed had pushed him away ever since he’d been discharged though, the cooing and the fretting making him feel far more pathetic than he liked, besides the fact he really didn’t want anyone touching him right now. Or, well, maybe that was just Oswald… honestly, ever since he’d shouted at him the day before in the hospital room, Ed hadn’t felt completely comfortable around him. Every gentle touch made him flinch, like he was expecting a fist instead of a finger, and it had been easier to just shove the man away to a more reasonable distance. Which he obviously hadn’t been very happy about… But then he’d rushed off this morning to his two new interns nevertheless, so at least he was agreeing to Ed’s request for space… or maybe he was just sulking, Ed had no idea how they stood right now actually.
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So perhaps it was worry about his relationship with his boss that was making this difficult. But no, no he knew what it was. It was just irrational so he was trying to explain his way around it. Because it was stupid to be worried about being assaulted in his workplace again when he knew for a fact those same circumstances could not be repeated now. And it wasn’t even like it had been an unprovoked or a surprise attack either, which would at least make the fear a more sensible one – no it had been all too familiar. And it had… <i>tainted</i> the Ministry for the moment, taken away one more safe place from him. So despite knowing perfectly well that he was completely safe going into work today, he was still finding it virtually impossible to leave the house, perhaps the final place he still felt secure in.
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So maybe it <i>was</i> more than that. Maybe it was the embarrassment too. Maybe he didn’t want to have to face people who’d heard about what had happened, to deal with their sympathy and their pity that he didn’t need and didn’t deserve.
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Or honestly, maybe he really was just weak, and worthless, and a disappointment, and all the other things his father had said to him, and maybe he’d just needed reminding of all of that, and maybe now he knew he needed to hand in his notice and give up his fancy title and the power he shouldn’t be trusted with and go back to living in the background where he belonged.
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Whatever the reason, Ed’s arms had been shaking while he’d tried to dress himself in his suit that morning, so much so that it had taken him several attempts and far too many minutes to put on a single sock, which did nothing to help him feel <i>less</i> like a useless waste of space. So by the time he had eventually made it to the door, skipping breakfast but already late anyway, he had found himself immediately stalling at the thought of apparating into the atrium of the Ministry like he would on any other day. And he still found himself stalled now, having hovered beside the door for far too long and eventually moving back towards a sofa so he could sit for a moment until he stopped trembling. Yes, once he was still again, then he’d go in. Yes, yeah, that made sense, it was probably just… he’d probably slept funny or… either way it would stop soon, and then he’d go in and just explain he’d been working from home this morning, but then that would be a lie so perhaps not, but he’d come up with some excuse, yes, or he’d just take a sick day, he could do that, everybody did that, except he’d never done that, but he deserved one by now surely, but he wasn’t actually sick so maybe that was a lie too and-
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Okay, well, at this rate, the shaking was only going to get worse.


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15 Dec 2017, 10:00 PM
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Quite frankly, he couldn’t actually remember <i>when</i> he’d started drinking today. Or what exactly he’d been drinking. Or… where… he’d been drinking… The whole day was a bit of a blur to be quite honest, and though he had a vague recollection of deciding alcohol was the best way of numbing the pain that had felt so overwhelming he was certain he was going to explode if he didn’t find some way to stop it, he couldn’t quite recall where he’d gone from that point. Or how much time had passed since that point. Or really… very much at all actually. He didn’t seem to have access to the vast majority of his memories right now, or really any other part of his brain either.
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And, to be fair, he didn’t hurt as much anymore, so it <i>was</i> technically helping. But then he also couldn’t walk straight, or remember how he’d gotten onto this particular street, or for that matter, remember why his suit was entirely drenched on one side. He’d actually fallen almost face first into a puddle of water a little while ago, but that instance clearly hadn’t cemented itself into a memory, and Ed was left vaguely wondering why he felt soggy and cold. That was only one of several misadventures he’d had today already, all blending together in the current soupy state of his brain, impossible to concentrate on or draw any sort of information from. His current woes were lost in there too, but they were much bigger, much louder, so he didn’t need clear vision or a settled stomach to remember that Oswald had left him...
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His legs had walked him in this vague direction without telling his brain why, and it wasn’t until he found himself turning towards a particular door that he even realised where he was. It’s not like he’d visited here often, only perhaps once or twice at most, but even with so much liquor sloshing around his mind and making most of his thoughts fairly incomprehensible, he knew this was Jim Hawkin's house.
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Strange that he’d ended up here though. But where else would he be going? He didn’t have a home now, so he couldn’t exactly have been heading back there. And Jim had said he’d always be there for him. Fat lot of good <i>that</i> had done; he was in this mess anyway. What good had Jim’s apparent ‘love’ done for him in the end? He’d still lost everything. Such thoughts were slowly stirring an anger in Ed that was driving him towards the door in front of him at an even faster pace, even if he did have to catch himself against the fence at one point to save himself from toppling over it. Before he’d even knocked on the door, he was calling out towards the inhabitant he was looking for, with a voice loud enough to alert every neighbour in a mile radius to the sudden disturbance <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“JIM!”</b></span> His fist banged against the door, before Ed paused slightly to take in the cuts and scrapes covering his hand. Huh, how did they get there? Anyway, <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“JIM! <i>JIIIIIIIIIIIM</i>! JIMBO, JIMMY, WHERE ARE YOU?!”</b></span>


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<i>It’s unreal how we bleed, I can’t seem to break free, from these chains that were made, made just for me<br>
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10 Dec 2017, 08:45 PM
FOR CONTEXT: this is sort of AU but it's a possible future so I'm posting it here anyway.
Probably a year or so in the future, Ed finally gets deservedly fired from the Ministry, and after a big argument with Oswald, storms out and ends up sleeping with Piper (see Bulletproof which was originally AU but has now been retconned in, it's all very confusing). This is one possibility of him coming back in after that.

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Despite him not having actually <i>planned</i> the particular activities he’d ended up pursuing today in advance, things had actually fallen quite neatly into place for Edward. He had wanted some form of vengeance, some way to level the very uneven score he had left behind him when he’d stormed out of the house so much earlier, and he now mostly felt like everything was equal again between himself and his partner. Because that was how the world worked, wasn’t it? An eye for an eye. And though Edward couldn’t do the exact thing back to Oswald that the other man had done to him, this felt like a sufficient alternative.
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He still couldn’t say he’d completely forgiven the man for <i>firing</i> him from the Ministry though. That definitely still had a sting to it. The logic behind the decision was irrelevant – Ed could have burnt the Ministry building to the ground and his partner should not have fired him for it. That wasn’t how their relationship <i>worked</i> and how <i>dare</i> Oswald take something so big from him when he was already so… confused. He needed stability while he worked his way through his own… issues. But anyway, that wasn’t important, and Ed was doing everything he could to keep himself from thinking too much about the constant overhanging sense that he <i>should be more than this</i>. His mind wasn't producing any solutions to that particular problem after all, so dwelling on it was a waste of time.
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Instead, he should be considering whether Oswald’s punishment was really satisfactory or not. It probably was, and seeing the man’s reaction itself would cement that fact anyway. Oswald took these things far more seriously than he did after all, so despite the fact Ed couldn’t really see what the big deal was, he knew it would hurt Oswald. And that was the point of it. Besides, it had been fun for him too, so even if he had to do something else as well, this hadn’t exactly been a waste of time.
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Honestly, if he took a minute to consider the risks of enacting <i>any</i> sort of revenge on the one final stable thing in his life, he would have realised how stupid this was in an instant. He needed Oswald, needed the affection he offered, needed the attention, the praise, the <i>respect</i>, enough that he should have forgiven him for any action. Especially one that he was practically forced to make. But no, Ed had been far too wrapped up in levelling the score again, in fixing this misbehaviour and showing Oswald there were consequences for upsetting him. Because yes, power – that was far more important than anything to do with love in a relationship, wasn’t it?
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But apparently he was stuck with that mindset, because he didn’t even make an effort to be quiet as he finally re-entered the mansion he shared with Oswald and the brats. They should all be asleep by now anyway, so he would simply slide into bed beside his partner and whisper into his ear that all was fair again. The door clicked shut behind him as he smirked to himself at the idea of that. That sounded ominous enough, didn’t it? Good, he wanted Oswald to be fearful of him… or… of what he’d done… or… no, there was… no way to make that sound good, was there?


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23 Nov 2017, 08:15 PM
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Usually, Ed <i>adored</i> functions like this. An opportunity to flaunt his power and position to all of these people who mattered? A chance to link arms with Oswald and show off to the world the man he’d managed to claim for his own? To brush elbows with the best and demand they pay attention to him as well, as actual, physical proof that he really was important enough to deserve a place here? It was everything he wanted, and he <i>loved</i> it.
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Usually.
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But not this time.
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Because while Ed had been milling around the room, on his way to collect a few flutes of champagne for himself and his partner, and getting caught up in a new conversation every few seconds, his gaze had landed on a familiar face at the doorway. A face that could make his blood run cold in any situation. And the empty glass in his hand that he’d been looking for somewhere to set down slipped from his hand to smash against the floor at his feet. The people on either side of him stepped away from the mess but Ed remained frozen, staring across the function room at the figure with the power to ruin any occasion just with its presence.
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Who had invited his father to this?
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It was a family event, yes, for muggles and wizards alike, and many other members of the Ministry had brought along parents and other relatives to show off where they worked, or just to highlight their own prestige to family who might not be aware of it. But Ed had always come up with some excuse for why his parents hadn’t been able to attend, never outright stating that he didn’t want them there but offering a reason for why they never would be. And yet his father was definitely making his way into the room, infringing on Ed’s sanctuary, on the one part of his life his parents hadn’t yet been able to taint.
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His first instinct was to hide. Quite literally in fact, as he considered diving under the nearest table, or looking for a back exit so he could slip out and lock himself in his office for the remainder of the evening. But just as he twitched towards action, his father’s eyes connected with his and he was paralysed in position again as the larger man stalked towards him.
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<i>“There you are!”</i> The gruff voice made Ed flinch just at the sound of it – it had been a while since he’d heard it after all, he’d gotten good at avoiding any reason to reunite with his family recently. It was easy really – they didn’t want to see him either so it worked both ways. <i>“Figured you’d at leas’ come and meet me at the door. If there even is a door. Had to get in here from a <i>phone box</i>. A </i>phone box<i>! You magic guys have even ruined phones now.”</i>
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Was that... small talk? That was just <i>surreal</i>, and Ed found himself frowning as though assuming this must just be a mirage. In fact, in a flurry of hope for just that, Ed let out a confused <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“…Dad?”</b></span> half expecting the man in front of him disappear in a puff of smoke now he’d acknowledged him.
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No such luck. <i>“Of course it is, what you playing at?”</i> Another flinch from Ed, and a mumbled apology before the older man carried on, now seemingly focused on Ed himself. And the conversation had just deteriorated from there, his father criticising the green suit Oswald had picked out for him, telling him ridiculous he looked and demanding to meet his boss when Ed made the mistake of referencing the Minister in his answer. Because there was no way he was about to unleash his father on his partner, for more reasons than he cared to count right now.
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Ed could almost feel himself getting smaller as he looked around frantically for some sort of distraction from the interrogation he was experiencing. Literally anything would do at this point, and though he’d never expected it before this moment, he found himself calling out with an urgent desperation as a familiar face passed by. <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“<I>Burke!</i>”</b></span> He grabbed at the other man’s arm to make sure he didn’t slip by into the crowd, yanking him towards the conversation in an attempt to shift some of the focus away from him. <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“Have you met my… father?”</b></span> In hindsight, this was probably a good choice. Burke’s entire job was to avoid scandal and keep situations calm; if anyone could handle his father, it was the press secretary. And besides, he didn’t really care if Burke got caught in the crossfire here anyway. <span style="color:#0F6F4A"><b>“Dad, this is Burke Riegel, the press secretary for the Ministry.”</b></span>
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<I>“Oh so you’re the guy in charge of dealing with my son’s fuck ups these days.”</i> Ed’s eyes closed slowly as his father reached out to shake Burke’s hand. <i>“Good on you mate, someone has to keep him under control, right?”</i> What an excellent start…


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GIF coming soon!
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