whatever happened to us? // edric !

[charlotte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:415px; height:655px; background-color:#fffaf0; border: #67cffd solid 10px; ] all of this could be ours [/style][style=width:400px; height:200px; background-image:url('http://jenniferlawrence.ru/images/news/101hottestwomen.png');] [/style] [style=width:400px; height:25px; background-color:a4d3ee;color:#ffffff;font-family:constantia;font-style:italic;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-2px;]tag edric words 562 notes haiiii :3 Charlotte really didn't remember much about her Uncle Ed. There were a few vague, fuzzy memories scattered here and there - scornful expressions from her parents after picking him up at the train station during one of his visits, her eleventh birthday when he'd brought her to her first professional Quidditch game - but other than that, nothing. She remembered a strong liking for him, though - him being the only one in her family who seemed to listen to a word she said...rather impressive, actually, seeing as the Evercourt clan was so large that there was bound to be an abundance of certain traits. But no. Paying attention to one another was not one of her family's strong suits. The majority of her many siblings were incredibly self-absorbed - even the youngest, Edmund, had little regard for anyone but himself at times. Sure, he was the loving type, the kind who would come and let you cuddle him when you were feeling down, but Edmund was also the "Do I get a prize now?" type. Although he was barely more than a toddler, he was obviously following in the rest of the family's footsteps - thinking only about what was in it for him and about how fascinating his life of playing with trucks and taking naps all day long was. Only two family members had ever stood out in Charlotte's mind - her older brother Tom, whom she was rather close with, and her favorite uncle, her father's brother Edric. Tom had yet to disappear from her life - although with a baby on the way, she was sure it was bound to happen sooner or later - but her Uncle Ed hadn't been around since she was a kid. At one point, he'd shown up to everything - Christmas, all three of the kids' birthdays (Edmund hadn't been born until after the disappearance).... And then it had all just...stopped. She hadn't seen him in years, not since attending Hogwarts. Mum and Dad had always said that his work had kept him busy, but something about it had always seemed...wrong to her. Suspicious, even. And that was why Charlotte was locked away in her bedroom, having looked up her uncle's telephone number, about to find the answers out for herself. Of course, there was no guarantee that Edric would answer any of her questions...nor could she guarantee that he would actually pick up the phone. But Charlotte was at least willing to try and make her uncle a part of her life again. Perhaps it was all just a misunderstanding between the family. Then she would have solved everything. It was at least worth a shot. Dialing the number marked down on the paper in her hand, one that she had obtained from a rather painful visit to the Ministry of Magic (millions of security questions...she had even been asked to provide her wand as ID), Charlotte listened to the phone ring and waited for an answer. "Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Are you here to report a criminal sighting?" "Er, no....perhaps if you could redirect me to the office of Edric Griffiths?" There was a long pause. "Just a moment please." Charlotte sighed and settled onto her bed, preparing for a rather long wait and a rather awkward conversation. template by moi !

[edric]

This was one of those days that Edric hated being stuck in the office. He hadn`t left his desk in the last three hours, the one side of his desk was full of files and paper work he had to filled out. New leads on cases, trips to plan out to track down, training files to go over, and the list just went on and on. He was never going to get out of here. Don`t get me wrong Edric loved his job. He liked making a difference and also the danger part of it. That’s why he had joined he needed something more than the years he had been with the muggle Military. He had needed something at the time to push away his thoughts and make it so he couldn`t feel anything at the time. He had pushed everyone away, his friends, and his family. Everyone in his family, that meant his family now and the family that he hadn`t talked to in a while. See and his step-siblings didn`t know this. But Edric`s parents, when his father was alive, they had fostered a children for most of his life, but when Ed`s father got sick and his mother couldn`t handle taking care of both boys, his brother had been shipped to another foster house. It took some time to track him down when Edric was in Hogwarts because after his father had died Edric felt he had to let him know. When he had found him, things had worked between them and his own family now. But at the time Bry had ripped out his heart, he had a falling out with his brother and they had grown apart. That was when Edric had pushed everyone away. He hadn`t seen anyone from his past in a long time.

And it had been like that for many years. He hadn`t ran into anyone of them. Of course at the Ministry he had been able to check up on everyone, it didn`t mean Edric was ready to just show up on their door step and say hey I haven’t been around in a long time how are you. No it wouldn`t be that easy. At first is had been hard to find any sign of one Edric Griffiths in else you knew where you were looking. Of course the years he had spent at the Ministry had opened it up to anyone to find him. He always waited for that day when someone from his past would come working through that door and through everything in his life now off. Maybe it would be a good thing, because as of right now Edric wasn`t living the best life he could. He had many problems. He sighed and leaned back in his chair staring at the mountain of paper work on his desk. He had grabbed a huge cup of coffee this morning because of how much he had drank last night and just he needed that extra pick me up to get through the work day, because he couldn`t drink any alcohol in the office. That would be a big no no, and he didn`t feel like leaving his job. Some nice time off work would be nice, maybe one of these files would have a trip planned for some far off place they would track some dark witch or something. A guy could hope couldn`t he.

He leaned back forward and started to work on the loads of paper work. Filling out papers, signing this, writing that, reading over everything, sending them off. It never seemed to end as he looked up and he hadn`t even made a difference in the mountain of files. Well this was going nowhere soon. Oh boy this was going to be a long day, he had a feelings he would be all night if he kept putting it off. He needed to get down and get it all done so he could leave early and maybe catch a drink before he would have to get up the next morning and go through all this over again. Just as he took a sip of his now cold coffee the phone rang. He put down his coffee and leaned across the desk to pick up the phone.

Mr. Griffiths, there's a call coming through would you like to accept

The lady at the front desks voice came through and he thought about it for a moment. Who could be calling him? Maybe it was someone that was trying to find him. Or it could be Lance reporting in. Who knew? There was only going to be one way for Edric to find out, was buy accepting the call from whoever might be on the other line. Yes please, patch it through, as he spoke to the front desk lady as he shifted in his chair and took another drink of his coffee, forgetting in was cold, he quickly put it back down as the music came over the phone as he waited to the phone call to patch through. His mind still wondering around the idea of who could be calling him, then the call finished patching through and for a second there was silence. This is Edric Griffiths, how may I help you, he spoke through the phone, with his thick Scottish accent, waiting for whoever was on the other line to speak. It couldn`t be that by because they would have to first phone the Department, where you report anything that was going on, so he knew it was personal, if they just wanted to talk to him.

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[charlotte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:415px; height:655px; background-color:#fffaf0; border: #67cffd solid 10px; ] all of this could be ours [/style][style=width:400px; height:200px; background-image:url('http://jenniferlawrence.ru/images/news/101hottestwomen.png');] [/style] [style=width:400px; height:25px; background-color:a4d3ee;color:#ffffff;font-family:constantia;font-style:italic;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-2px;]tag edric words 353 notes sorry it's short...cramped for time :/ "This is Edric Griffiths, how may I help you?" Charlotte's heartbeat quickened as she heard her uncle's voice for the first time in years. She wasn't nervous for any logical reason, really; she simply didn't know what to say. "I, um...hi, Edric. This is Charlotte, your, um...your niece," she stammered, staring up at the cracks in her ceiling. It had been a long time since they had spoken, and with the way that her Uncle Ed had so abruptly pulled away from her family, Charlotte couldn't be sure exactly how much he would remember of her, if anything. She herself didn't remember much; just that he existed, and that she had liked him. In such a big family, no family member should have taken center stage in her mind, but he was her only uncle. Her mother was the eldest of three by far, Edric being her younger brother and her younger sister, Aislinn, just having finished college a few years ago. On her father's side, Charlotte had nobody, apart from her widowed grandmother who was slowly going senile and her divorced Aunt Maeve, who had nine kids and another on the way. Honestly, Charlotte hated most of her family members. For whatever reason, the Evercourts had always been the type for reunions and family holidays and big Christmas gatherings. Maybe it was the prolonged exposure to her many cousins on her father's side and her crazy grandparents and her elder siblings that made her dislike them so much. Her brother Tom and his wife seemed to be the only two she could stand lately; they were the only ones who ever seemed to pay any mind to her and her 'petty teenage problems', anyways. But Charlotte had a good feeling about her Uncle Edric. All the memories and the kind words from her mother supplemented this streak of intuition. "I was just calling to try and, er, check up," Charlotte continued, trying to steer the conversation in the direction she wanted. "You know, since it's been so long since you've come to visit us." template by moi !

[edric]

He waited on the other end of the phone. Waiting for the person, whoever they were, to answer him. He was leaned back in his chair with his feet up on the desk as he waited. And then a voice broke through the silence on the other end, it was a women’s voice and when she said her name as Charlotte and that she was his niece Edric nearly fell out of his chair. He had to brace himself from not falling onto the floor and dropping the phone. He should have known that family would come looking for him sometime in his life. He knew if had been a long time, and he did remember her. For a bit he couldn’t find his voice, what did he say to her after all these years? “Charlotte” was all that came out of his mouth as of right now. He didn’t know what else to say really, sorry I haven’t been around for a while, the rest of the family and I are not on good terms, what more could he say.

He knew he hadn’t been the wisest choice to push away from his family after everything that had happened with Bry. But at the time it was the only thing the seventeen year old had on his mind, and how did you explain that to a family member, someone who looked up to you. He use to spend as much time as he could around that side of his family after his father had passed away, and then when school started that had taken up most of his life, and of course when everything went downhill from there he just stopped caring. And he hadn’t contracted any of them for the simple reason he was sure they would never want to talk to him again. And he didn’t blame them; they had had a following out beforehand so it just added to the mix.

But now here was his niece on the other end of the phone talking to him, no doubt calling for answers about where her uncle had been all these years and why he hadn’t made any contact. He knew this could happen with him working in the Ministry his name was all over the place, in the newspapers, although the Ministry tried to pick the names of their hit wizards down to a point because any dark witch or wizard could come after them and their family.

That had been another reason why he hadn’t made any contact because he knew that there might be some crazy wizards out there looking for him and use his family against him. Edric loved everything single person in his family no matter who they were, and Edric would crumble if they were ever used again him. He still couldn’t speak and he knew she must be having a hard time finding words as well because there was total silence between the two of them. It had been many years really, he was sure she had a lot to talk about once they got past the awkwardness going on right now. "It has been awhile hasn’t it” , maybe they could met up somewhere and talk, if she wanted too. “How have you been?”, he asked feelings it was right to ask her how she was. “I know... it’s just well completed” , it pretty much as, it was hard to explain over the phone, it might be better if they met up and Edric could tell her the whole story and hope she didn’t hate him for it.

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[charlotte]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:415px; height:655px; background-color:#fffaf0; border: #67cffd solid 10px; ] all of this could be ours [/style][style=width:400px; height:200px; background-image:url('http://jenniferlawrence.ru/images/news/101hottestwomen.png');] [/style] [style=width:400px; height:25px; background-color:a4d3ee;color:#ffffff;font-family:constantia;font-style:italic;font-size:20px;letter-spacing:-2px;]tag edric words 963 notes okay, definitely rambled a bit... c: "Yes, hi," Charlotte said impatiently, knowing that her uncle must've been surprised to hear from her but not wanting to waste any time. She didn't want her parents or any of her three siblings walking in on her and asking what she was doing, because she knew exactly what each and every one of them would say - "Can I talk to him?" Considering it had been so long and that there was clearly a reason why he hadn't visited, Charlotte thought it best not to overwhelm him with her entire family's 'ra ra ra come back to the family, Ed' attitude. She knew exactly how they pretended to feel about his disappearance and exactly how they did feel - there had been some kind of problem - a fight of sorts - that they all pretended to be hung up on, but they took offense to his pulling away and really just wanted him around again. Charlotte didn't consider herself as part of that group. She may not have been the type who was remarkably expressive about her feelings, but she wouldn't pretend to feel anything, and she didn't even remember any kind of fight. She just wanted to know what had happened and if he was all right. Charlotte was rather relieved just to be hearing his voice; it had taken ages to get ahold of him. It wasn't until a newspaper article had been printed in the Daily Prophet - 'Ministry installs Muggle communication devices' - that she had had any idea of how to get in touch. Charlotte was muggle-born, so she had grown up in a world of telephones and train rides rather than floo powder and apparition. In actuality, she probably would have just apparated if she was of age and knew how not to get herself splinched, but she didn't trust that she wouldn't manage to separate herself from every limb on her body. A telephone was much safer and required less waiting, and Charlotte had spent lots of time as a kid waiting. She had been quite young when her uncle disappeared, only about nine or ten years old, and could only remember asking every year for the three years that followed at Christmastime, "Where's Uncle Edric this year, mum?" The hardest part that there had never been any answers - or at least, any that could have been given to a ten year old. The last time she'd asked, as a twelve year old, her mother's answer had been, "It's a complicated topic for a child your age. Maybe when you're older." And Charlotte was - much older now, actually. Four years had passed since the final childhood age of twelve, and she was sixteen now - almost as old as her uncle when he had disappeared. Uncle Edric was the baby of her mother's family and had only been seventeen the last time she remembered seeing him. Charlotte was about to be seventeen soon enough, which left her with a bit of a strange feeling. She had always said no matter how bad things got, she wouldn't run, but she wondered if seventeen was some kind of 'magic age' that changed everything. She knew mum had gotten pregnant for the first time at seventeen (but the baby hadn't survived, unfortunately; no one had spoken of it in a long, long time and Charlotte didn't even think she was supposed to know) and that Tom had met his wife in his seventh year at Hogwarts, and that Uncle Ed's great disappearance had been at age seventeen. All these events kind of made her afraid of becoming an adult in only a few months. She didn't want to become an unrecognizable person. "It's been too long," Charlotte replied, still trying to maneuver the conversation where she wanted it. "Everybody misses you...of course, nobody wants to talk about it either. You know how they are." Nobody in their family couldn't know how the Evercourts were, no matter how nearly or distantly related. The Evercourts were perfect - any problem under the roof and you push it away...a difficult existance, because with four children and two parents who always seemed to be at each others' throats, there were quite a few problems. Charlotte had always felt different from her family, which might have been why she felt such a strong desire to get back in touch with her uncle. Clearly, since he'd had enough nerve to leave, he was different, too. Maybe she wasn't the only one who felt out of place. "I'm all right. You've missed quite a bit though," she answered when asked how she was. "Mum was pregnant again about two years after you disappeared. His name's Edmund...cute little thing he is; I'm sure you'd love him." Charlotte tried not to sound exasperated, but idle chit-chat was really getting them nowhere. She didn't want to spend the whole conversation making small talk and catching him up on things. What she really wanted to know was why...and, finally, the words she'd been waiting for: "It's complicated." "What isn't complicated?" Charlotte sighed. "I always thought it was simple when I was little - you were around and then you weren't - but there's got to be some kind of story...you're okay, right?" Asking if he was okay had been her paranoia talking - she didn't want to find out that the reason he hadn't been around was because he was in St. Mungo's for a few years or something, or that he was in danger because of his job...but what hit wizard wasn't always in danger? template by moi !