Prewett to the Bones

My name is Augustus Terrance Bones-Prewett. I am the oldest of Fabian Prewett and Amelia nee Bones' six children. Needless to say, things at home can get to be pretty crazy especially being the eldest. I do my best to take care of my younger siblings who all call me Gus. Well, everyone but Hermia. She calls me August.

[pxsitronic]

family dynamics || data & gus

@amonochromeaugust

     “I am experiencing greater  difficulty than I had      initially  expected in convincing your sisters  to      cooperate.  At this rate, the laboratory will  not       be   fully   prepared  for  your  parents’   arrival.      Perhaps you can assist me in this matter.”

[amonochromeaugust]

Gus was never startled by the sudden appearance of Data. He was not the sort that started easily...or at all really.

"Well. The only time I have seen them working together in the past they were doing different parts of the same project at opposite ends  of the house. I suggest you keep them occupied and apart."

[notgoodnotnicexjustright-blog]

as is often the way || gus & the witch

“In case you haven’t heard,                I’m no longer in the business of granting wishes.                You’ll  have to sort  out  your problems  yourself,                like  everyone  else.  You are no longer  a child –                it doesn’t become you to act like one.”

[amonochromeaugust]

"Great. Well, I'll just sort out this goblin problem on my own then, will I? Nevermind that you're the one who insulted them and got them all riled up in the first place. Gus was not complaining. Okay, maybe he was but this whole disaster should not be his responsibility. He only lived in the woods yet the troubles of others seemed to follow his yard. Last year it was the giants and this year it was the witch mouthing off to the goblin population.

Goblins were rather easily offended and once they got started the whole lot of them banded together, took up arms, and formally declared war on the offending party.

[theflyingfox]

who's your daddy || augustus & fabian & gus

          Azkaban had changed him, but even after almost two decades apart Fabian still recognised the ghost of Augustus Rookwood lurking behind the dead, devastated eyes. 

          To think that he had once called him a friend.

         “Gus,” Fabian said, voice low but intense. “Go back to your mother. Look after the others. I’ll take this one alone.”

          He had slipped into the ‘stern father’ tone he so often employed with Phoebe, but rarely had to employ with his eldest son. Unfortunately, it also was even less effective with Gus than it was with his sister. The boy was stubborn – he got that from his mother – and if he realised who the approaching man was, there would be no sending him away.

          He could only hope that, for once in his damn life, Gus listened to his father’s orders. 

[amonochromeaugust]

          Augustus Bones-Prewett had been fighting since this battle began. The heat of it had gone to his head almost immediately. Never before had he lived so much in the now. The present was as foggy as the past. The only things he knew were the moments leading up to being reunited with his father, another battle, and then---

          "Gus rose to his feet, gathering strength he did not know he had left. At the end of the corridor stood his shadow, the man who had silently haunted him nearly his whole life. The man who was many things and used to be many more.                                                                            "R o o k w o o d"           Gus had certain rights to saying that name. He could have sounded venomous. He could have held that name like a sword. Contempt, loathing, fear.                             Yet none of these touched the young man's voice. There was                                             curiosity, understanding, resolve.

[introspectixn]

cheers || elena & gus & hermia & phoebe & gabriel & martin

          “I rather think the situation calls for champagne, don’t you? After all, it’s not every day our sister opens her own business.”

          “To Phoebe! May her shop be busy, her customers loyal, and her ventures successful. We’re all very proud of you.”

[nyxangelic]

“Behold!”

“Articles of clothing my little sister                                    won’t set on fire.                                            Well done, Phoebe!”

[diligxnce]

   ”Looks like it”

   ”Of all things, it ended up the taste of clothes that finally put some breath of ambition into her. Who would have thought?”

[theretrogrademoon-blog]

          “Thank you, my darling dears – you are all far too kind. I mean, sure, I did put build this store up from nothing, sacrificing sleep, happiness, and what remains of my youth to make that happen, but really, it was nothing.”

          “And Hermia, I’ve always been ambitious as a snake. It’s only now that you’re seeing me put it to good purpose.”

[amonochromeaugust]

          “What remains of your youth? The way you kids talk these days."

Gus rested an arm on his little sister's head. Oh he was proud. So proud. Nevertheless she would always be young in his eyes. Even if he lived long enough to see her wrinkled and grey.

[amonochromeaugust]

help me up

[theretrogrademoon-blog]

          “Please what, Gus? Do you want me to fetch you your tea? Should I bring your laundry bin downstairs? Really, I’ve no idea what you’re asking of me. You’ll have to help me out a little bit more than that.”

[amonochromeaugust]

“Worst sister award."

[amonochromeaugust]

firsts and thirds

[auroriisms-archive-blog]

        nights like these are always the hardest. mission nights where alastor doesn’t have an assignment. nights where he has to watch his friends, his brothers and sisters in arms, leave on their own deadly missions and all he does is sit around and twiddle his thumbs, waiting praying for them to return.

        it isn’t right that fabian and amelia are sent out and he isn’t. not right at all. they have a family. children waiting for them back at home. he has no one. if he died, no one would mourn his passing. but if they died… he’s tired of seeing children lose their parents. so fucking tired.

        steps are heavy as he walks over to the boy, dropping down into the seat beside him. silence falls between them for several long moments, neither of them saying anything. both of them are worrying for the same people.

       ❛   thay’re gunna be 'lright, augustus. I made sure dumbles sent em on                          one o’ tha less d’ngerous missions t’night since I won’t be thare ta                          watch thair backs.    ❜

[amonochromeaugust]

       Gus looked up at his uncle. Out of all the Bones-Prewett kids it bothered him least that Moody and him were not actually related. Technically Augustus was not even related to his own father. That bothered him more than he tried to let show but he was not as good at hiding things as Aurors, current or former, seemed to be. Special Auror senses aside, Moody was just like Augustus in a way. Family but not related to any of them. Different.

       "Are they actually going to be fine or are you saying that just the way my dad does? Whenever he says 'fine' I can hear a silent 'I hope' after it."           His tone was soft. It was nearly always soft. He was the oldest but that alone           did not account for how he could be so young and calm under pressure. It           was just Gus. Just how he was since the very start, ever since he was little.

[amonochromeaugust]

firsts and thirds

       Augustus Bones-Prewett was mostly good at keeping a level head. He had many times to prove himself during this Second Wizarding War even if he was not old enough to be in the order. Tonight was one of those nights he had to be brave for the rest of his siblings. He tucked them all into bed in place of their parents even though Fabian and Amelia had not done an actual tucking ritual since they were all very little. After kissing them all goodnight, Gus crept down to the first floor of Grimmauld Place hardly making a sound as he sank into a non-lethal chair in front of the dining room fireplace. It was hard, knowing his parents were somewhere not here doing a mission that he knew nothing about. He was not old enough to know. He supposed that was fair but that did not make it any less hard.

[amonochromeaugust]

the other augustus

[auroriisms-archive-blog]

        that brings a smile to his face, and he reaches out to ruffle the boy’s hair.

       ❛   well sometimes people think bein’ weird makes ya mad.                          but you and meh, we know tha truth, dun’t we?     ❜

[amonochromeaugust]

       ”Yeah we do. Because we're smart." Gus tried on a bit of his family boastfulness. Normally he was not very confident in himself but being around Uncle Moody made him sure footed.

[amonochromeaugust]

the other augustus

[auroriisms-archive-blog]

        he knows the child doesn’t mean any harm asking him this. he knows he doesn’t mean to poke the caged, beaten tiger. he knows.

                                      [  that doesn’t mean it hurts any less.  ]

       ❛   well tha’s not true at all. y’ know… some o’ tha bright’st people                        ’n this world’re jus a bit mad. like ol’ dumbles. you dun’t think                        dumbledore’s not smart d’ya? an ya dun’t think ‘m smart, d’ya?    ❜

        if his smile’s just a bit too forced, the boy will never know.

[amonochromeaugust]

“I don't think you're mad.         I don't think Dumbledore's mad either. Dumbledore is just weird. Good weird.                   Dad's a little weird too. Its different."

Gus pauses before looking up at his honorary Uncle. "You won't tell my Dad I asked, right Uncle Moody?              He told me not to but sometimes I don't listen."

[amonochromeaugust]

the other augustus

             “UncleMoody why do they call you Mad?      Dad says you're smart. I don't think anyone can be bright and mad at the same time."

[amonochromeaugust]

undercover

[theretrogrademoon-blog]

          “Everything’s a joke if you’ve a good enough sense of humour. Don’t you remember Dad teaching us that?”

          “You worry entirely too much, brother dear. Every time we’re assigned together, you go through the whole song and dance of giving me the Stern Big Brother Talk, and every time I assure you that it’s going to be just fine. And, wouldn’t you know it, it always is, and yet you still don’t trust me. I’m hurt, Gus, really I am.”

[amonochromeaugust]

“Phoebe look at me.         I am the eldest son of the                                  Chief of Police. Eventually someone is going to recognize me and when they do its my skin on the line. I could lose my job and my life."

Augustus loved his sister but sometimes her recklessness set him off. He was more worried about her own safety than his but she needed to grasp the severity of the situation.

[amonochromeaugust]

chief

[theflyingfox]

               Fabian sighed. So the boy was going to pull that again.       “The chair is for a certain young officer who made a stupid      mistake that must be fixed, who just so happens to be my      son. You’re not getting special treatment, Gus –– if anything,      I’m likely to be harsher on you than I am with any other      officer.”

               That wasn’t entirely true. While he likely would enact a      harsher sentence on one of his children than he would on any      other officer who had misstepped, if Gus was in real trouble,      Fabian would protect him. Even if it meant jeopardizing his      own job; Fabian was, first and foremost, a father, and his first      loyalty was to his children.

               “For the love of God, Augustus – sit down. You’re making      me nervous with your hovering about. Let’s get through this      with as little fuss as possible, all right? You can start by telling      me exactly what happened.”

[amonochromeaugust]

The young officer gave his father chief a good long stare before deciding he was satisfied enough to sit down. As long as Chief Prewett did not go easy on him, Gus would feel no need to embellish what he had done. He wanted to be judged by his actions alone, without any family love getting in the way. It was hard on both of them but Gus believed it to be the just way of dealing with their work relationship.

“I was on patrol with Avery. He was driving. We got in an argument. He stopped the car. We got out. I punched him 4 times and kicked him twice. Those are the facts." Of course, Gus did not look like he took any damage but his ribs certainly felt Avery's retaliation. After a moment, Gus felt he needed to add.

"You should know, I delivered the first blow."

[everythingindierp-blog]

ten underused character questions.

[amonochromeaugust]

                            introduction — name: Augustus Terrance Bones-Prewett age d.o.b.: October 20, 1982 your favorite picture of your muse’s fc:

                                questions —

what would be their twitter name? what sorts of tweets would they tweet?

Gus' twitter name would probably be prewjunior or something. He would tweet about the fun times he is having with Phoebe and other things about the rest of his family.

what’s their favourite genre of movies? of music?

Gus likes movies about magic so mostly fantasy and sometimes romcoms with that magical twist. He was never much into music and he'll listen to anything.

what’s on their top queue on Netflix?

BBC Merlin. Duh. >_>

what’s their favourite scent? do they smell like that?

Gus loves the smell of rain. So cliche. Phoebe teases him for it.

Apple or Android?

"What?"

favourite season? least favourite season?

Winter.

are they a bottom or top or versatile?

Gus tends to get bullied into whatever position is partner wants him in, honestly. He has not had a relationship where he is passionate enough to have a preference.

describe their morning routine. Do they wake up early or sleep in? do they press the snooze button a bunch of times or do they immediately get up?

Gus is used to waking up early. With five younger siblings it was always his duty to help around the house. The older he got the more consistently he became an early riser. Still, he is the sort to stay up late when there is something on his mind. In those cases he takes catnaps throughout the day.

if they were to be compared to a canon character, who would that be? 

Augustus Rookwood, Gus' father by birth, shares many intellectual similarities. However, Gus inherited a lot of honesty from his mother as well as her fire, though it is not nearly as expressed as Amelia's is. All in all, Gus could be most compared in action to Luna Lovegood. He mostly drifts about in the background but when he comes forward to do or say something he makes an impression, whether because of his dreamily plain nature or his firm yet graceful spellwork.

tag five people so they can get to know their muse too: I tag everyone with an original character.

[introspectixn]

comfort || elena & gus

[introspectixn]

               Elena busied herself with preparing the tea, executing      the  necessary steps with quiet efficiency.  In moments,  the      kettle was whistling on the hob, thanks to the magical kettle      Auntie Molly had given her for Christmas last year.  In a few      more fluid motions, the water had been poured into the cup      and the tea was left to steep.

               “Here,” she said, placing the cup in front of her eldest      brother. “Just how you like it. Let it sit for a minute.”

               She  said  nothing  more, but  simply  settled  into the      chair  opposite Gus.  She could tell that he did not want  for       her to burden him with conversation,  but if he decided that      he was ready to talk, she would be here for him.  Until then,      she would be here, offering her silent support.

[amonochromeaugust]

He did his best to collect himself before speaking, worried that it would not come out as clearly as intended.

“Thank you, Elena."

[amonochromeaugust]

not her favorite

[diligxnce]

   It was 10 pm, on a Saturday. On this beautiful summer night, in the midst of a messy room, one bright, red head was despairing over her Potions work.

   Ever since Hermia had stepped off the train, her mind had been endlessly occupied with the worlk load she had to complete during the  summer holidays. She had started to get to it almost immediately after she arrived home, and she had not stopped since. It wasn’t that they ha´d been assigned an insane amount, or that it was exceedingly time-consuming, or difficult to get down, but the girl still invested herself in the work as though her life depended on it.

   The past school year had not exactly gone well for her, the grades she had received for her exams half convincing her that she must not have attended classes at all, or worse, that she might in the end really not have anything but ‘shits’ for brains, as her sister had once so eloquently suggested.

   One thing was clear, she had to study through the whole summer if she wanted to have any chance at all of making it through next year.

   The only problem with that plan was that, by now, after hours of working, reading, writing, and studying without a proper break, her head was throbbing ceaselessly against her skull, the words on the paper seemed to blur together, and the more she tried to concentrate the harder it became for her to get anything done. It was a disaster. Yet, she was determined not to give up. The harder it was for her to finish the work by tonight, the more she insisted that she could do it, if only to prove it to herself.

   In all this haze, she had not even noticed her older brother knocking on the door, and slipping into her room - not until he started to speak.

   Her head jerked up in that instant, and when her eyes met his, Hermia was glaring at him. She would have perhaps given him a warmer welcome if it hadn’t been for his offer to help her, as though he thought she was not capable enough to get it all done on her own.

   Augustus had wounded her pride.

   ”I don’t ´need help from you or anyone else”, she snapped.

[amonochromeaugust]

“Come on, Hermia. Don't be stubborn."

Gus was always a bit careful around Hermia. He spent the least amount of time with her as a kid. Probably because Phoebe got on with her the least. Still, when he got older, Gus certainly tried his best with her.

[amonochromeaugust]

ignorance

[orderofemrysarchive]

Merlin could sometimes pass for an older student, generally when he was dealing with first or second years, but lately even the older students thought he was one of them. The Battle and all that led up to it had prematurely aged them all it seemed.                                     And oh, Merlin wished it hadn’t.

                "Well perhaps I can offer those at well.                   First you’d need to enlighten me on the                   subject matter, however,”                                     he said with a nod towards the boy’s book.

[amonochromeaugust]

Gus was not sure why he trusted this strange classmate but it seemed he was genuinely willing to help or just as interested in knowledge as the Bones-Prewett was.

“Muggles." He silently hoped the other had an open mind.                         "Do we really know this little about them?                          Their culture, obviously, can be easily                          gathered from our muggleborn population but---"

Gus rubbed the back of his neck in frustration.                                                     "---why are some people born without magic?                                                      Where is the science behind it?                                                      I know we tend to shy away from any science                                                      that is not directly related to alchemy but                                                      there has to be a study about this, right?"

[amonochromeaugust]

chief

[theflyingfox]

               “Most people knock.”

               His voice was cold, almost harsh. The sort of voice that      virtually begged for a cigarette to roughen it up a bit. If only the      wife hadn’t figured out that he was sneaking smokes at work.      Damn woman, always fussing over his health. What was the      point of worrying about silly things like cancer when he could      easily get shot to death out in the field?

               Not that he made it out into the field much these days.      No, he spent his time dealing with things like this. Things like      his eldest son coming in pending disciplinary action.

               He eyed the young man, brows furrowed, mouth hard.      He was the very image of the terrifying police chief. Not the      sort of man you wanted to mess with if you knew what was      good for you.

               At least, that was how he started. After about two      seconds, he couldn’t stop his face from shifting to adopt a      more kindly, concerned expression.

               Good thing the door was closed. He didn’t want the      other officers to think he was cutting his children any slack.

               “Sit down, Gus,” he said, sighing. “Let’s talk about the      mess you’ve got yourself into.”

[amonochromeaugust]

Gus could hear the harshness vanish from the Chief's voice. Gus stiffened at that and did not make a move to sit down. He did not want to be treated any differently than another officer. As much as he loved his father and sought after returned love and praise, Gus could not stand for it to be simply because they were family. craved something more.

"Is the chair for one of your officers, Sir, or is it for your son?"