Edgar was worried of what would happen during summer. Things were different now, Aunt Guinevere and Uncle Ryder were gone, his cousins were orphans, Aunt Jade was acting as a guard dog of said cousins. A guard against him and his parents, and his siblings. What would happen over summer? How would relationships with his family be?

As summer had approached, he had become in less denial of his discomfort, at least to himself. But with that came distracting thoughts of family, and in turn, he wasn’t always perfect at keeping up his concentration. As a result, his classmate and Edgar had to stay to clear up a spilt potion. After they were done, Edgar trailed behind the fellow Gryffindor.

Stopping just in time to not run into her, he stared at the ‘man’ from behind her. Scrunching his nose at the sight of where the thing’s head was supposed to be, he took a couple steps back. It unsettled him. Taking a moment to think, his eyes widened. A boggart? Running loose in Hogwarts? Had it gotten out of the DADA class room?

“Miss Browne, it’s a boggart.” He stated. Trying to think, he couldn’t remember the spell off hand. Had they even learned it yet? It was hard to remember with everything else rushing through his mind.

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