unnatural little beast

"One sees clearly only with the heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye." Fabian R. Prewett Gryffindor - 26 - Order of the Phoenix A semi-independent RP blog, associated with All That Remains (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-42928112-1', 'tumblr.com'); ga('send', 'pageview');

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            “I’m not in love!”

[bothlionandfox]

–– "Yeah, and I'm the bloody Minister of Magic. Come now, Merlin – be a lamb. Tell old Fabian who's won you over this time."

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

Evan passed a cigar over to Fabian, smiling as he did so. The previous night was starting to come back to him, the bar, their conversation, the drinking, and what came after. He seemed to remember Fabian kissing him, and then after that it all got a bit blurry.

He moved over under the covers to lie closer to Fabian, his left arm brushing Fabian’s right. “Am I right in thinking you feel some pain in your rear?”, he asked as he took a puff of his cigar. He wouldn’t have thought Fabian was the type to bottom, but if he was remembering things right…

He wondered what this meant… the previous night Fabian had claimed not be gay, but this was contradictory, and boy was he attractive; Evan looked over Fabian’s thick muscles and hairy chest and wondered how Fabian would react if he tried to kiss him, they had already shagged, but he might’ve gotten shy having sobered up.

He turned on his side so that he faced Fabian in the bed, propping his head up on his arm, “Do you wanna stick around? I can make breakfast if you like, I do a great fry up”, he took a drag of his cigar, “And we could listen to the radio, maybe kiss a bit. That is, if you’re not regretting last night too much”.

He smiled as he wondered if Fabian would be embarrassed for Evan to see him naked, despite having been bumming him the previous night. He wondered if he’d find out.

[bothlionandfox]

      Fabian did not shy away from Evan as he drew closer. He didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable to have a naked man practically spooning him as he felt that he should. But Evan's presence at his side was... almost nice. He was warm, and his natural male odor was actually rather pleasant beneath the cigar smoke and the unmistakable smell of sex.

      Merlin, that smell. How the hell had he missed that earlier?

–– "Let's take a rain check on the kissing," Fabian said, a bit hesitantly. He didn't want to hurt Evan's feelings, as the man had been nothing but kind to him, but the fact remained that Fabian was not gay.

      Merlin's pants, what had he got himself into?

      Smiling feebly, he said, –– "But breakfast sounds... Sounds nice. I could do with something to eat."

      Breakfast with Evan, a chance to talk to him, to get to know him a bit better without the intoxicating presence of alcohol, might provide a few desperately needed answers, and would help Fabian understand how he was supposed to proceed from this situation.

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

Evan suddenly realized that he was lying half slumped over Fabian Prewett, utterly naked, lying on his belly with his leg over Fabian’s body, with nothing but a duvet keeping their dignity.

"Yeah this is my flat", Evan noted, "Definitely my bedroom, and I’d imagine out clothes are on the floor mate. I reckon we shagged last night".

With that he rolled off of Fabian, and grabbed a pack of cigars from his nightstand, lighting one with a non-verbal smell and putting it between his lips. “Want one?”

[bothlionandfox]

      Fabian was about to ask what the hell they were doing in Evan's bedroom when the man's statement had him choking on the question. They'd what?

      No, absolutely not. Not possible. Fabian might get a bit too pissed sometimes, but he did not go home with strange men and he absolutely did not shag them. Under any circumstances. He was Fabian Prewett, not homophobic by any means, but absolutely not gay.

      However, all evidence seemed to go against this supposition. He had woken up naked, with someone's naked body draped over his, with almost no memory of the previous night. This wasn't an alien experience to him, but generally his naked bedmate was female.

      And in every instance that Fabian could remember, it had meant that they'd shagged.

      There was something else. Fabian flushed scarlet when he realised what it was – a rather intimate part of him was feeling rather sore that morning.

      This could mean only one thing: he, Fabian Reinhard Prewett, former Gryffindor beater, had been the bottom.

–– "Oh, holy shit," he said, and for a moment he wasn't sure quite what he was going to do – run screaming from the room, have a panic attack, or some other strange reaction.

      He did none of these things, however. After a moment's silence, he suddenly burst out in a fit of hysterical laughter.

–– "Yeah, why not," he said, shaking his head, still a bit breathless from his frenzied laughter. –– "Why the fuck not. Give me one."

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

I think I had too much to drink last night… My head.

[bothlionandfox]

–– "Ugh, I'm with you there, mate. I can't even remember what happened last–"

–– "Wait a second. Where the hell are we? Please tell me this is your flat, and – "

      Fabian takes a moment to fully register his situation.

–– "Evan. Where the hell are our clothes?"

[bothlionandfox]

You There || Evan & Fabian

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

"Happy to", Evan replied with a chuckle, "Well you’ve come to the right man to answer that question, I have been on both ends of this scenario more than once. The short answer is yes, men enjoy it. The long answer, is well, graphic; if no form of lubrication, even saliva is used, the initial entry can be quite painful, especially the first time. If foreplay is involved the muscles down there will loosen considerably, and if lube is used entry will be a lot easier, and the pain is minimal or none. Now initial pain set aside, no matter what it will be pleasurable.

"That area inside of you is very sensitive to touch, particularly one spot called the prostate, they have a lot of… ahh, I think muggles call them nervous ends. This means that any stimulant down there, be it finger, penis, tongue, or something else entirely, can cause great pleasure, if it say, stroking the body. However there can also be pain if cuts or friction occurs, it’s basically like this", he said, reaching out and stroking Fabian’s arm with a finger.

He stopped stroking it, then dug his fingernail into it. “One of those was a mild tingling, rather pleasant eh? The other not so much. Down there, those same actions would results in sensation amplified tenfold. So yes blokes do enjoy it, but it can still be painful, but that can be said of most things”.

He’d finished another drink, having said rather a mouthful so he ordered another. He smiled at Fabian, “Don’t worry about Ted, he’s not had me near his bottom for at least 5 years, so you needn’t look at him as if he’s still loose, I expect he’s practically forgotten our time together now he has a wife, so you might as well too.

[bothlionandfox]

Fabian shuddered at Evan’s touch. Not because it was unpleasant; in fact, quite the opposite. The feel of Evan’s finger stroking against his arm was burning, bright with electricity, and to Fabian’s intense embarrassment, he noticed that his trousers were suddenly feeling all too tight.

What. The. Fuck.

Fabian was straight; he had always been straight, had never had more than the most fleeting of interest in another man. Why, then, was a fairly innocuous touch from his new friend having such a profound effect on him?

He threw back his drink, hoping that would help, and while, after a moment or two, the room started swaying pleasantly, it did absolutely nothing to rid him of his discomfort.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and getting to his feet. “Need to – the loo, I’ll be right-”

He cut himself off before he could say anything incriminating, and stumbled off in the general direction of the toilets.

Some five minutes later, he stumbled back from the restroom, somehow making his way back to his seat. He felt a bit better, having washed his face in the basin, but he was still feeling rather edgy.

“I need another drink,” he said grimly, locking eyes with the bartender. “Make it a big one.”

[bothlionandfox]

You There || Evan & Fabian

[bothlionandfox]

"So you’re the Slytherin Quidditch player Ted shacked up with,” Fabian said, half accusatory, half amused. “I tried for ages to get it out of him who it was, and he wouldn’t tell.”

He laughed, remembering long weeks spent trying to get Ted to confess to his secret flame’s identity. “Well, congratulations, because if Teddy’s word is anything to go off of, you pretty thoroughly rocked his world.” Fabian grinned. “I’ve seldom heard the old pervert so blown away by someone’s performance – you must be a real freak, mate.”

Fabian raised his eyebrows, then took a long swig of his drink.

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

"Look’s like you’ve finished your drink", Evan commented, "let me get you another", he said as he ordered another firewhiskey for his new friend. He realized he’d been melodramatic, and the increasingly lax tone of the Prewett’s speech was only reassuring him of that. Fabian wasn’t wrong, Evan had spent quite a time alongside Ted Tonks, enjoying each other in each and every way possible, even a few that weren’t. And Evan had certainly impressed Tonks, although Evan suspected himself of overcompensating for certain other… shortcomings.

He decided to embrace this conversation, he might not be able to live his enter life free of worries, but at that moment, he was with Fabian, he was free to discuss whatever he would, and he was happy. He took a drink of his wine and began, “Well, I normally would not be so vulgar, but frankly you brought it up… Yes Ted and I were quite so… Have you ever seen his cock? The only suitable word for it’s length is excessive. Excessively long indeed, for someone who’d sooner have my mouth on his backside than his front. Ted was never exactly difficult to please mind you, but I did learn some neat tricks from that tight little arse of his”, he commented, raising his index and middle fingers together, “You’d be surprised the kind of noises that these two fingers alone could generate”.

It was on that comment that he took the finishing swallow of his drink and ordered another.

[bothlionandfox]

It was most unfortunate that Fabian had just begun to take a sip of his new drink when Evan began discussing his relationship with Ted in... rather more explicit language than Fabian would have expected from a man who, just minutes before, had seemed ashamed and almost terrified to admit that he preferred blokes. Had Evan started his description just a few moments later, Fabian might have taken it all in his stride. As it was, he choked on his firewhiskey, spluttering rather unattractively and accidentally managing to spray the woman next to him with the stuff.

He apologised with as much grace as he could manage when he was still coughing.

"Steady on, mate," Fabian said, still a bit hoarse. "That's my best friend you're talking about there – I'm not going to be able to look Teddy in the eye next time he comes round for tea if I'm picturing... You know."

Evan, with his fingers up Teddy's arse? Teddy, naked? All in all, these things shouldn't bother Fabian; he'd walked in on Teddy before when he was with a partner, and of course he knew what Teddy was packing. Be friends with someone for long enough and you were bound to see him naked. But there was something about this, about hearing these things about Teddy from someone who had enjoyed him like that... Well.

It was odd, to say the least. 

Still, Fabian was just the right level of drunk for his curiosity to win out. Because he genuinely wanted to know, wanted to hear it straight from the source, he suddenly blurted out, "Do blokes actually enjoy that? It just... It just seems painful – I honestly can't see the appeal. Maybe you could fill me in?"

After a moment, he blushed, realising the implications of his choice of words.

[bothlionandfox]

You There || Evan & Fabian

[bothlionandfox]

Fabian was a bit startled by Evan’s response - he honestly hadn’t believed Evan swung that way, by the carefree way he responded to Fabian’s flirting. Oh Merlin; he’d been leading the poor bloke on for ages now. 

"Congratulations?" Fabian said, a bit uncertainly. He wasn’t exactly sure what reaction Evan wanted from him; it was obvious it took a lot for him to admit it, but Fabian wasn’t exactly sure what he was expected to do. "And I’m not - but I bet you’ve figured that one out already. Sorry about that one."

Fabian laid a hand on Evan’s shoulder and met his gaze. “Look, Rosier. Before he got married, my best mate was a huge fan of cock. You have no idea the number of times I’ve had to listen to Teddy ramble on about whoever happened to be enjoying his arse at the time. There’s nothing  you’re going to say that’ll offend my sensibility or anything stupid like that - and I’m certainly not going to hold it against you that you’re a bit ginger.”

He crossed his arms, hoping that was the end of the matter. “Now go on; finish your drink. You look like you really need it.”

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

Evan downed his drink with a grimace. He was madly uncomfortable and drank to avoid talking. He stared at the counter as he relished the fresh horror he had unleashed for himself. This reaction was somehow worse than any other; Fabian offered support and ideas of free speech, in a world where Evan would never be able to speak freely without fear of harassment or violence. Fabian offered him false hope, and as much as Evan appreciated it, he did not enjoy it. Who he was and the feelings he had would never be accepted, and Fabian offering acceptance would just lull Evan into a false sense of security that would be his doom, he knew.

"Trust me, I have no intention of rambling at any lengths about such things", he said solemnly, "Though I believe your friend Ted and I have been acquainted". He ordered another drink and took a long swig. "I would prefer you not repeat this to anyone".

[bothlionandfox]

"So you're the Slytherin Quidditch player Ted shacked up with," Fabian said, half accusatory, half amused. "I tried for ages to get it out of him who it was, and he wouldn't tell."

He laughed, remembering long weeks spent trying to get Ted to confess to his secret flame's identity. "Well, congratulations, because if Teddy's word is anything to go off of, you pretty thoroughly rocked his world." Fabian grinned. "I've seldom heard the old pervert so blown away by someone's performance – you must be a real freak, mate."

Fabian raised his eyebrows, then took a long swig of his drink.

[bothlionandfox]

You There || Evan & Fabian

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

"You don’t need to do that", Evan told him, trying to smile at Fabian, "I don’t mind honestly, it’s just…"

He considered things for a moment. He barely knew this man, he had no idea what the consequences would be if he continued to speak. Evan didn’t know if the alcohol was clouding his judgement or if something about Fabian made him genuinely trust in him, but… it didn’t matter in the end. His lips were moving before his brain could register the words that emerged from them.

"I’m a poof", Evan croaked honestly. He had hoped it would feel better, to share, that he’d be relieved. Instead he was filled with dread and panic. Evan froze up, mouth hanging open, unable to move his gaze from Fabian as he waited for the other man to register his words.

[bothlionandfox]

Fabian was a bit startled by Evan's response - he honestly hadn't believed Evan swung that way, by the carefree way he responded to Fabian's flirting. Oh Merlin; he'd been leading the poor bloke on for ages now. 

"Congratulations?" Fabian said, a bit uncertainly. He wasn't exactly sure what reaction Evan wanted from him; it was obvious it took a lot for him to admit it, but Fabian wasn't exactly sure what he was expected to do. "And I'm not - but I bet you've figured that one out already. Sorry about that one."

Fabian laid a hand on Evan's shoulder and met his gaze. "Look, Rosier. Before he got married, my best mate was a huge fan of cock. You have no idea the number of times I've had to listen to Teddy ramble on about whoever happened to be enjoying his arse at the time. There's nothing  you're going to say that'll offend my sensibility or anything stupid like that - and I'm certainly not going to hold it against you that you're a bit ginger."

He crossed his arms, hoping that was the end of the matter. "Now go on; finish your drink. You look like you really need it."

[bothlionandfox]

You There || Evan & Fabian

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

Evan sighed. He was definitely taking that as a major stopper on the idea that Fabian could possibly be a homosexual. He only wished that his way of testing his theory had not indebted him to buy rounds of drinks. He supposed it could be worse, it was better this way really. This was a public place, if he’d flirted too directly with Fabian his secret could have been exposed. Sometimes he wished it would be, it would certainly be a load off.

A load off, followed by a lay off, harassment, and general humiliation was the way he saw it going down at least. He would remain with Fabian though, for all his efforts he might as well make a friend. And so with a slightly heavier heart and a lighter coin purse he ordered their drinks. “Cheers”, he told Fabian as he raised his glass. He hoped it didn’t take too long to be drunk enough to forget this night, but with the content of their glasses he doubted it would be.

As Evan downed his glass, he did remember Reginald Prewett… Not bad looking actually, perhaps he would pursue the man. Perhaps.

[bothlionandfox]

Fabian noticed Evan's darkening mood immediately, and it troubled him. He couldn't understand what could have suddenly brought him down.

Throwing an arm over the man's shoulder, he said, "Chin up, mate. I've never seen a man look so gloomy about another round of drinks." A thought occurred to Fabian. "Look, Rosier - if you don't want to pay for my drinks, you don't have to pay for my drinks." He nodded to the bartender. "Put those both on my tab, yeah? My treat."

He could afford to be generous this time. While he wasn't exactly swimming in galleons, after his recent promotion he certainly had more cash around than he was used to, and could afford the splurge if it meant making his new friend happier. 

[bothlionandfox]

You There || Evan & Fabian

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

"I certainly can’t disagree with you there", Evan commented, in reference to Fabian’s comments about the Prewett’s level of handsomeness, "Not that I’m claiming to find you’re father attractive". After he said this he held Fabian’s gaze for a millisecond too long, and glanced down awkwardly. He might be willing and eager for this man, but he was not stupid. Despite the signs, he could always be mistaken, and this was not a mistake he could risk making.

Evan looked up at Fabian and met his gaze again; he would give it one shot, and if this did not illicit confirmation of his suspicions, he would give in and reconcile with the idea that he was mistaken. He smiled at Fabian and commented, “Guess I’ll be ordering three drinks”.

[bothlionandfox]

"Your loss, mate," Fabian said, shaking his head. "Dad's a handsome devil, he is - take a closer look next time you're at work - you might just find yourself falling head over heels for the old Badger."

At this point, Fabian's intuition should have kicked in, letting him know that Evan's flirting was more than just a joke. But at the moment, his intuition was too busy screaming 'FREE DRINKS!' for any other thought to get through.

"That's what I like to hear!" Fabian said, throwing his drink back and slamming the empty glass onto the bar with a bit too much enthusiasm. "Two more firewhiskeys, if you would!"

[bothlionandfox]

You There || Evan & Fabian

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

Evan accepted the drink, finally at ease. He ceased to berate himself, for whatever he thought about Fabian it would seem that it was reciprocated. If Evan didn’t know better, and he didn’t, he would think Fabian was flirting with him. This idea relaxed Evan greatly, and he took a swig of his wine, and straightened his back as he looked across at Fabian.

"Oh, nothing spectacular", Evan said, speaking easily to the hunk across the table, "I work as a secretary for the Head of Magical Transportation. The job itself is fairly boring, but I have flexible hours, and more floo powder than I know what to do with".

He took another long swig for dutch courage, and daringly teased, “Besides, it’s taught me a bit about discretion, I’m good at helping a guy out of a tight spot”, he paused, “Or into one”.

[bothlionandfox]

"Transportation My dad's in Transportation!" Fabian grinned, happy to have found a bit of common ground. "Not high up, mind, but he works hard. You'll know him - Reginald Prewett? Tall bloke, reddish hair, far better looking than any man his age has any right to be?"

He took a swig of his drink, and raised an eyebrow. "We Prewetts are known for being dangerously handsome."

The more he talked with Rosier, the more he was beginning to like the chap. His playful nature made him enjoyable conversation; so many of his friends and coworkers were too stuffy to flirt back. Rosier obviously knew that Fabian was joking around, and was responding in kind, which gave him a sort of courage.

"Mr Rosier," he said, mock-aghast. "It's about three drinks too early for you to be making those sorts of comments. Have a bit of common decency, man."

[bothlionandfox]

You There || Evan & Fabian

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

"No, it’s fine, I don’t mind at all", Evan assured… Fabian. He was almost sure it was Fabian. Almost. Evan felt horribly awkward, but he could sense it was one-sided. He did not believe that Fabian suspected a thing in regards to Evan’s attraction to him, or else he probably would not have brought up the oddly alluring scent of sweat. Evan slapped himself on the inside, he shouldn’t be letting himself get excited at the man, it was foolish and dangerous. He was annoyed at himself already for allowing himself to stare at the Prewett.

Evan feigned a casual tone and raised his thick eyebrows with interest to the subject of the football team. “Sounds like a good time, can’t say I’ve ever had much of interest in muggle sport myself…”, if Evan was talking to a Slytherin right now we would have made a pun of ‘muggle sport’ in reference to hunting, but figured that was not a good idea at the moment, “…but I’ll have to look into it. Although, I can’t say a bunch of sweaty men in uniform sounds particularly appealing, but I am finding just one of them pleasant enough at the moment”.

[bothlionandfox]

"Well, that's good, at least. Honestly, the smell of me's put me right off my appetite. Let's see if I can't tempt it back with something to drink."

He signaled for the bartender to attend to him. "Firewhiskey for me, please," he said, then nodded at Evan. "And another glass of whatever my friend here is having."

He hoped that more drinks might calm Rosier down some - the poor man was as jittery as a first year on the day of his sorting - perhaps he was nervous to be around a Gryffindor, especially after all the hell that he and his team had given the Slytherin players. Yes, that would be it. It was now up to Fabian to serve as ambassador for his people, to prove that, though they might have been little shits as teenagers, they had all grown up to be fine examples of wizarding society.

"So, Ministry, eh?" Fabian said, leaning against the bar and smiling breezily, doing his best to put the man at his ease. "Sounds impressive - what, are you working for the Minister now, or else managing the country's secrets for the good of us all?"

He meant the suggestions to come out slightly teasing, but he genuinely was curious as to what had become of the other man since leaving school. Career prospects were so different when you were a good pureblood from a respected member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Poor embarrassments like Fabian were left to fend for themselves.

[bothlionandfox]

You There || Evan & Fabian

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

Evan smiled awkwardly at Prewett, he wasn’t sure if this was Fabian or his brother Gideon… he was leaning towards the former. Evan and the Prewetts had never been close, Evan has been a Slytherin, and some people took house prejudice more seriously than others, especially when Quidditch was involved.

Evan politely answered, “I’ve been good, got a job at the ministry now. Still keeping up on the old broom riding”, he chuckled, then lost his laughter at what he’d said. He cleared his throat and smiled at the burly blonde, “Do you still play?”

[bothlionandfox]

"'Course I still play; what kind of a prat do you take me for?" Fabian asked, eyebrows raised. Do you still play? Bah. Ridiculous. That was quite possibly the most ridiculous question he'd ever been asked in all his life. "Yeah, I'm in Games and Sports now - the boys there get me out of the house a couple times a week for a good skirmish."

He looked down at his jersey, suddenly feeling a bit awkward to be discussing his interest in magical sport while in full football kit. "Joined a football league as well - a couple of the boys in the office put one together, with a few from other departments. It's nothing on Quidditch, of course, but it's a fun enough way to work up a sweat."

He wrinkled his nose, realising that he probably stank. "Sorry about that, by the way. I should have gone home to shower before coming out for drinks."

[bothlionandfox]

You There || Evan & Fabian

[evans-rosey-cheeks]

Evan looked down, embarrassed at his ogling of the attractive man, “I didn’t mean to stare. I don’t mind the uniform, was only trying to read the name on it. I’m afraid I’m not sure I know you, let alone you’re blood status. My name is Evan, figured I ought to say it aloud since it’s not written across my chest”.

[bothlionandfox]

–– "Evan..." Fabian said musingly, trying to place the other man.  –– "Ev- oh! Rosier!"

      He grinned in satisfaction at having remembered the name.  –– "Rosier, mate. I don't think I've seen you since Hogwarts, how've you been?"

      It was something of an exaggeration to call Evan his 'mate'; hostile Quidditch rivals was closer to the mark. But in the nearly nine years since he'd left Hogwarts, those old animosities had all but faded away. Now, he was merely happy to be meeting one of his old Quidditch opponents, to be reminded of simpler, happier times.

[bothlionandfox]

You There || Evan & Fabian

–– "Look mate, if you've a problem with seeing a pureblood wizard kitted out in Muggle football gear, just come out and say it. Don't just stare at me like that - it's creepy."

[hestiainflames-blog]

—— “I was being dim, right. I just don’t know how you manage it, that’s all. Acting clinically depressed and moderately bipolar is becoming my signature trademark. But I heard somewhere that you have to fake it to make you it. You think that works under these circumstances? You know, pretend to be happy  until everything is less shit. I can’t laugh at you now, you might have just quoted some philosophical bullshit and I haven’t noticed!”

—— “Of course I did. That’s why we’re still talking, obviously. You must of heard, I’m just a tad hostile.”

            “I can see it, that’s what scares me. I know how easy it would be to just turn my back on it all, ignore morals and sort of, just carry on. Besides, friends aren’t really my thing.”

—— “You wouldn’t bring them back, the people you’ve lost? Wouldn’t wish for this to all end? For it to all just go away? You’re certainly a lot tougher than I am.”

[bothlionandfox]

–– “Well, that's no way to go about things! Merlin, if I acted as miserable as I feel all the time, I'd be absolutely no fun to be around, and then where would I be? Other people only like to be around me because I'm such a bright ray of sunshine; otherwise I'm just this obnoxious prat who won't shut up about Quidditch. No, the only way I make it through is by faking it - it doesn't make me happy, but it makes it better."

–– “And Miss Jones, if I've learned anything in my nearly twenty-seven years, it's that one can always laugh at the great Fabian Prewett. What can I say? I'm absolutely hilarious. That, or I'm just very easy to poke fun at. Take your pick - I prefer the former, obviously."

–– “Friends nothing - it's your values you're fighting for. At the end of the day you can't do this for anyone but yourself - sure, I've got some great Muggleborn mates like Teddy Tonks and the like, and sure, I want people like him to be able to live in peace without having to worry about nutters hexing them in the street just because of who their parents are, but I'm not doing this for him. I'm not even doing this for my nephews, as much as I love the little monsters. They might be the reason I joined up, but they're not the reason I stay. The reason I stay, the reason I fight, is because I know that what I'm doing is right, and I'm willing to fight for that. And you need that, if you're going to make it in the Order - you need to know that you're fighting for what's right."

–– “That's a hard question, Hestia. A really fucking hard question. Of course my first instinct is to say yes, I'd want my friends back. But the more I think about it, the more I think those particular friends wouldn't thank me for it. They all died for something, died to further our cause, and to erase that contribution... Well. I don't think they'd particularly appreciate it. But that's not exactly what I meant - what I meant was more - I wasn't ready to become an uncle. And I sure as hell don't want my nephews to grow up in this sort of danger. But the war is a part of who they are, who they'll become, and I think my nephews are brilliant just as they are."

[bothlionandfox]

+ 6 on the pitch

[violetxlange-deactivated2015042]

 ❝ The only thing about you that would p l e a s e      me is if I were to curse your tongue to WRAP around      your neck until your insufferable speech was cut-off.

         —What do you say, dearie ? ❞

[bothlionandfox]

–– "Well, I'd say that that's a bit of an overreaction. I mean, Merlin, I know I'm annoying, but I'm not that bad."