Fabian Prewett

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dorcasrainemeadowes‌:

Dorcas could have screamed, but she settled for rolling her eyes as Gideon and Fabian moved closer, eyes immediately trailing back to her work as her heart calmed down from its hammering, since there was clearly no threat to her person. Well, there still could be, she had no idea, but she chose to trust that they wouldn’t brutally murder her on school property.

As she pulled her plant closer to her again, she glanced from Gid to Fab, an eyebrow lifting when they spoke in unison, head shaking slightly before she let out a scoff. “I wasn’t at dinner because I was working, and I wasn’t hungry.” A quick glance toward Gideon, and she looked away again, head ducking to hide the way heat crawled up her neck into her cheeks. It had absolutely nothing to do with him, after all.

She just had work to do.

Her eyes trailed to the biscuits for a moment before she waved them off. “I’m fine, Fabian. Thank you, but I’m not hungry. Did you two literally just come out here to check up on me?” 

Gideon chuckled, glancing to his twin as they repeated each other in unison. He let his twin take over his half of the conversation, easily taking the back seat in the shadow. Something about butterflies? 

Gideon made a face at the joke, not finding it the least bit funny, and not sure he’d gotten it even. Oh Fab-ie, what a nutter. 

“Hmm.” he nodded and gave a shrug to her lame excuse, not exactly buying it. He noticed her avoiding her eyes and stared at his hands in his lap. So it was because of that. He felt like disappearing. He was so thankful Fabian was here. 

“Course we did, whaddya think?” He shrugged, giving her a half glance. He wished things would return to normal between them. She was his best mate. He also wished he was like Fabian, and could talk and carry on like it was nothing.

“Wanna go pick moon buds in the Forbidden Forest?” he offered. It was a peace offering. He’d always suspected that the glowing flowers made Dorcas happy.

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Fabian watched between his twin and Dorcas. Something was going on there that he didn’t quite understand, but maybe they would enlighten him. Or perhaps he could read the underlining signs that existed. “Oi, aren’t you two usually together?” He commented dead stare locking on his twin and his fake betrothed. To the point just as he always was. “Don’t you two work together?” He asked as a followup question already knowing the answer. “Hmmm” He spoke finally in unison with his twin again.

“Why wouldn’t we?” He followed up Gideon’s question and frowned when she wouldn’t take the biscuit. “Oh just a bite, please? I don’t want your stomach waking up Peeves in the morning because you didn’t eat.”  Fabian arched a brow looking back over to Gideon with a whistle, “I do love moon buds.” He admitted.

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“Fuck, come on…” Dorcas often mumbled to herself when she worked late in the greenhouses, and honestly, it was a wonder that no one had caught her yet, figured out just how much of a loon she actually was. She had completely lost track of time, knowing that she had wandered out sometime before dinner, but when she glanced up, the sun had disappeared from the sky, leaving it a weird inky color of almost night, though a bit of pink and purple told her that it wasn’t too late. Probably the middle of dinner time, if she had to guess.

Her stomach growled at her, reminding her that, hey stupid, food is important and she should probably call it a night and head inside, but she was stubborn and was already elbow deep in the soil, trying to figure out exactly how to bring this plant back from the brink of death. After all, it was the only one left in the greenhouses, and if she let it die, it wasn’t like she could just grow another one.

The next time she looked up, it was a little darker, and she realized that she wasn’t alone in the greenhouse, but the two figures were in the shadows and her heart immediately started hammering in her chest as she scrambled for her wand, pointing it at the intruders to her peace. 

“Lumos.” 

She muttered the spell and squinted, trying to get a clearer picture of the situation even as she scooted back a bit. The flash of red gave it away. “F-fuck, are you two trying to give me a bloody heart attack?!” 

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[prewettsquared]

Gideon was blinded by the bright light, shining in their direction. He covered his eyes and made a scoffing noise.

“Put that down,” he called over. “Sorry!” he added with a laugh. “Not sure how we could have scared you. You literally see us every single day,” he teased. 

He crossed the greenhouse to the table she was working at. He pushed the pots of plants out of the way, before hoisting himself up to sit on top of the table. He watched her and dangled his legs. 

“Why weren’t you at dinner…” He asked curiously. They always sat together, or else Gideon ate alone… or with his siblings. 

Somewhere in the back of his mind he anxiously wondered if this was a result from their fight a while back. They must be over it by now. He couldn’t help but think about her confession. 

He shoved the thoughts far back into his mind for another time. 

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Find Dorcas sounded like an easy task. Fabian had grabbed some biscuits and shoved them into his messenger bag. Deciding last minute that the meat surprise wouldn’t make the journey - no way to conserve whatever the mystery was. He had followed his twin dutifully often staying at the same pace so they walked side by side. 

He turned away and blinked rapidly to regain his eyesight back from the light. “Bloody hell. Yeah! You see us every single day.”  Fabian said in agreement, but instead of going to the table he moved to stand with his arms crossed. 

“Why weren’t you at dinner?” The words said exactly the same time as Gideon had inquired, except his tone was slightly different. Fabian assumed it was because Gideon & Dorcas were closer. “What were you thinking? Food is important.” He added.

“If we give you a heart attack hate to think what a butterfly would do.” Fabian chuckled at his own joke and gestured between himself and his brother. “Get it? We’re majestic like butterflies. Here this is so you don’t pass away due to malnutrition.” Whistling slightly he wrestled out the biscuits he had commandeered from the Great hall, and handed them out to her. 

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Gideon grinned back with a full mouth, content with the new status of his stomach. 

“In secret?” Gideon’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What, a Prewett’s not good ‘nuff for ‘em?” He chewed slowly while he thought about it, taking another bite to finish one of the muffins off. Why was it necessary to date in secret?

He could sense his twin’s heightened emotions. It was contagious. Fabian could convince Gideon to cut off his left arm and eat it, if he chose to. They knew each other so well that emotions were no different. If Fabian was mad about something, it was more than likely that Gideon would be as well. All of this happened intuitively of course, and Gideon didn’t even realize it was happening. 

“Well thats not the point mate…” Gideon reminded his passionate twin. He tended to fill the self-declared role of ‘rational’ between them.

“It’s like this: They aren’t babies any more. Going round in secret, kissing behind fucking statues. Grow up. If you’re planning on getting married, you’re not even mature enough to have a proper relationship?” He scoffed a judgemental laugh. It was just because it was Molly. He was admittedly hard on her. 

“Was the ring actually to get married?” he pressed Fabian for more information. His Ravenclaw senses reminded him that he was hearing all this second-hand. Things were often lost in translation. 

“Bet you its cuz they’re shagging,” he used his other muffin to point, before biting the top off. 

Fabian felt a turn of his stomach, because there was just one solid secret he kept from his twin. This conversation had almost brought it out to light, considering he had been a secret himself with someone else. “Don’t think that’s it.” Fabian said quickly, which really, he wasn’t sure. “They dated before in public, right?  ‘Sides the Prewett’s and Weasley’s were members of the sacred 28. Well..uh.. until the Weasley’s weren’t anymore.” He ranted off quickly feeling himself get more and more fired up about the subject at hand.

It was a twin thing being able to have full understanding of the other’s body language and emotions. He often thought sometimes he picked up on Giddy’s emotions and  recklessly acted on them with no questioning to it. “What do you mean that’s not the bloody point?” Fabian’s tone dropped to a bit of an aggravated whine instead.

“Well how do you know he isn’t just doing this to shag someone else in public? Granted I haven’t seen anyone in the dorm. Oi mate, you might as well switch places with me. I’ll make his pillow dye his face blue for a week.” Fabian huffed folding his arms across his chest, “ I don’t fucking know Giddy. She had it on when we were at breakfast and she didn’t want me to see it. We need to go to the source.” Fabian had started to pace back and forth like a caged lion.

“He got her a secret ring in a secret relationship so they could shag? “ Fabian got a disgusted sneer on his face,  “What do we even do about this?” His expression turning more serious than his normal jesting self. It’s not like they could ask their mother, and that’s the reminder being all worked up that he didn’t need to remember.

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puff-tedwardtcnks‌:

He couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the boys reaction, which would hopefully shown Fabian that he held no bad feelings towards it. Sure being called the wrong nickname was a little annoying, but he was still able to find humor within it. Plus it wasn’t as if Eddie wasn’t a nickname for Edward, in fact his siblings even called him it. Though it was usually just teasingly and when they were attempting to poke fun at him a bit. That was probably the only reason why he didn’t like being called Eddie. “Yeah, but it’s not too big of a deal.” Maybe a few years ago it was, but he was sure that anyone would grow tired of fighting someone over something so trivial. Plus it wasn’t as if he always called Fabian by the correct name either. 

He nodded in agreement to his suggestion. While he didn’t know Molly all that well, he had a good feeling that Fabian was probably right. Though he doubt that the two girls would ever be able to even meet each other. “No, thankfully she held back on the awful nicknames.” He chuckled. Ted was definitely interested in the possibility of a family day, and was fairly positive that his father would love to come. The idea of it also made him nervous though, part of him couldn’t help but wonder why Dumbledore would even think that such a thing was a good idea. “My dad probably, my siblings are older so.” He shrugged vaguely, “Breakfast? Uh- sure, that sounds like it’d be nice.” 

Fabian is still arguing how he is unable to remember Ted’s name. Was it because his face looked like an Eddie? No, now that he’s looking at it rather closely, he would say he looked closer to a Ralph. He tried to think of ways to remember Ted’s name, but truthfully if he hadn’t learned it now in his last year – perhaps he never would get it completely right. “Alright, thanks mate.” Fabian offered him an apologetic smile. Maybe he could have Gideon randomly point out the boy and quiz him on the name? Did Gideon even know his name? Merlin’s beard. He’ll ask Molly!

“You’re lucky.” The cheerfully ginger laughed lightly, remembering all the psychedelic names Molly came up with when they were younger. “Your dad? That would be neat. Does that mean your siblings are older and live on their own?” Fabian asked curiously. He really should invite people after he asked his siblings, but here he was for the billionth time. “Cheers! We usually meet up before all the Great Hall is packed so we can all sit at the same table. I made eggs last time…Way too many eggs. I could barely see Molly over the mountain of them. ‘Tis the easiest to make though.” Fabian rambled on unable to help himself as he thought about the next day’s breakfast. Hopefully he didn’t call him Eddie at breakfast that would be mortifying. “What is your favourite breakfast food?”

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violet-greengrass‌:

Violet grinned. “Don’t thank him too much, he is still two sons short of blessing us with a proper American-style barbershop quartet.” She examined the toads sitting morosely in their little cells, and then nodded with false seriousness. “True, they seem inconsolable already just at the mention of it. Or maybe it’s the prison woes.” Violet leaned back, tilting her head to the side. “Fair, but I prefer listening to other people talk those points out as I form my opinion. I get the appeal of taking a public stand for all you believe in, it’s just not something I can quite see myself doing.” That was an understatement. Violet was absolutely certain that she would never make her true feelings on such matters known to any but a select few, no matter where she stood. No, her style was much more about flying under the radar than being loud and proud. 

She let out a little huff, not terribly impolite but still rather expressive, at the mention of his aunt. “Ah, Hespia. I had a little chat with her once at a function. Quite an opinionated woman. Apologies if it’s prying, but I assumed her and your father are not exactly on good terms—do you still count her as family?” Violet hummed thoughtfully. “Can’t say I know much about their gadgets. And yes, that’s what I thought, but you can never know, right? It feels like anyone could hide any sort of secrets nowadays.”

She narrowed her eyes. “See, now you’re just making me even more suspicious. Fine, I’ll give her some cheese, but it will be actual cheese that you give me, and I will hand it over with the clear understanding that she should blame you for anything that happens and I’m just an innocent bystander.” Violet snickered, more and more taken by the idea. “What a fitting punishment for years, probably decades of crimes against toadkind.”

“Better watch out what you wish for. Bet they have a cloning spell somewhere in those books in the library.” Fabian gave her a cheeky wink with a broad grin. He glances over the toads with a scrunch of his nose. “Aye, pretty down in the dumps. Don’t worry my groovy dudes we’ll break you out someday.” He promised with a stubborn nod of his head. “So you’d rather be quiet with your opinions to save your own arse, is what you’re saying. You can be quiet to form an opinion, but you should be able to speak that opinion especially if no one is in the same thought process as you.” Fabian shrugged and gestured to himself, “Or bloody hell tell me and I’ll convey your message for you.” He never had too hard of a time speaking, which is probably what got him in trouble most of the time.

The mention of his aunt’s name causes chills to run down his spine, but he doesn’t outwardly seem impacted by it. “She’s not the kindest.” Fabian put it mildly, but shook his head slowly. “Not anymore, not after what happened to my cousin Elizabeth. I’m sure you’re familiar with the story, right? Dad made sure she wasn’t recognized, but to some degree that little asshole is still recognized as one in a very tiny insignificant degree.” Gossiping about his cousin never really bothered him, and it’s in regards to their purist society views anyway. “You make a good point, but no I don’t hate muggles. Not at all.  Don’t have the time to worry about them or have any ill will towards them. Sometimes they make me slightly uncomfortable, but that’s about it.” Fabian confessed.

The knowing smirk filed across his lips as he made a cross over his chest. “Cross my heart, Greta really does love her blimey cheese. I would give it to her, but you won’t give me the passcode to the Hufflepuff Common area. But sure, ye can blame me one hundred percent.” He stuck his tongue out at her blowing a raspberry. “Oh yes, high crime a punishment you might say is wart-thy.”

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dorcasrainemeadowes‌:

“Occasionally. But then, I’m always planning to assassinate someone, so you probably shouldn’t feel that special about it.” Dorcas felt her shoulders lift in a slight shrug, one raising just a little higher than the other. She could have screamed. Honestly, she was feeling that way a lot, lately, and some small part of her wondered if she should be seeking out some kind of anger management for it. Not that she was angry, persay, just…. frustrated and confused and… Her eyes rolled a little, both at her wandering thoughts and at Fabian. 

“Frog choir is awful, first of all.” A hand came up to brush her hair back again as she slung her broom over her shoulder, trying her hardest to ignore the stupid jumping in her stomach. It occurred to her that, while Gideon was probably her best friend and so easy to talk to, she found words harder with Fabian, especially since the extremely stupid deal her dad had gone and dragged him into. She felt… guilty, and awkward, and for some reason warm and jittery. Fucking stupid. 

“I don’t want to be betrothed to anyone, but I guess you’re better than Goyle.” The words were bit out a little harsher than she meant for them to be, but she offered a small shrug. “It’s just… I dunno. It’s all fake anyway, isn’t it, so…” She trailed off, waving her hand a bit in the air, searching for the right word. “I dunno. It’s just stupid for both of us.” After a pause, she let out a sigh. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to talk to me just because of a fake thing or because I’m friends with your brother or whatever.” 

Fabian gives her another once over. He’s pretty sure she would never assassinate him considering she was best friends with Gideon. That would be difficult, considering he could have been Gideon right now pretending to be him, and no one would be the wiser about it. He pursed his lips and moved a hand to ruffle the feathers of the boa around his neck. “Oh gee. Glad that I’ll make you a famous widow.” He had that effect on people it seemed. They either yelled at him, while he laughed at them. Or they punched him in the shoulder and he shrugged it off. Nothing would amount to the pain he felt that night when his leg was almost torn off at the hip bone lost forever.  The eyeroll was another ‘talking to Fabian Prewett’ signature move he saw too many times to count. Especially, when it came to people he was supposed to be rather close to.

“It is not. Violet and I have a plan to release the frogs. They’re already on strike from Flitwick.” He grinned sheepishly remembering the small little billboard signs they had conjured up. Flitwick had such a stick up his arse, but he had to remember that the short frog tyrant was the head of the house he was speaking to. Fabian was used to doing all the ranting for the most part, because his closest confidante was his twin brother who could be introverted at times.

“Hm well I wanted to be in Quidditch this season. It’s unfortunate when we don’t get what we want.” Fabian shrugged his shoulders and reached into his pockets to produce his glasses. He took a quick swoop around them before putting them on so he could actually percept her proper. The boy never feeling confident to wear them elsewhere. “Aye, as long as our parents didn’t con us. We will be alright. It’s like playing house in the old days.” Fabian pushes the glasses onto his nose as he looked to Dorcas thoughtfully. “We might as well make the best of it.” He tilted his head curiously at her next set of words. “I want to talk to you, or else I would just avoid you unless Giddy was around. How are things going in the Greenhouse these days?”

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violet-greengrass‌:

Violet knew Fabian didn’t care a smidgen for her warning as soon as she saw his grin. She waited for him to talk, listened with a perfectly blank face, and then let an obviously fake smile overtake her expression when he was done and crouching. “Oh, how funny. That was such a witty little joke there, Fabian. I hope you didn’t expect me to curse you into next Monday right now, when you are prepared for it.”

She tilted her head, evaluating his gestures. He seemed deep in thought, as if he were just deciding what path to take. It made sense to her—she would definitely hesitate before opening up about something as serious as his leg—but at the same time she couldn’t help but feel like there was something else he pondered about. She nodded when he said he was at the right place at the wrong time and opened her mouth for a polite response, but it was cut off by his next words. “You…” Violet was unsure how to finish that sentence. This was—this was a wholly unfamiliar territory. Fabian seemed lost in thought after his declaration, but there was no way Violet was letting this conversation just trail into some silence and an agreement that they wouldn’t talk about it again.

One, Fabian decided to join a side that didn’t force him to do so, at a young age. Violet wanted to know how he was so secure in his choice, how he was so sure about what to do. Two, he brought it up almost casually. He probably was still a part of the resistance, and she could get some information about them from the source. Three, she felt… not guilty, decidedly not guilty, because she had nothing to with it, but… yes, actually, she did feel guilty. It was rather well-known in certain circles that her father was as prominent Death Eater, and she knew he was there the night the Order fell.

“Alright,” she started, voice a bit stilted with uncertainty, “let’s not talk about signs or glasses or whatever. Not after what you just said.” Violet pushed the signs to the side, and pulled up a chair nearer to Fabian. “You… are you still a member of the resistance? I… not sure how much you know about my families, but if you want I can swear an oath that I won’t tell anyone what you tell me here.”

“Isn’t that what you would do on normal circumstances?” He teased lightheartedly, but he really didn’t want to try his luck. Fabian was still waiting for his leg to heal from that fateful night anyway. The conversation took a quick abrupt turn to something he rarely spoke to anyone about and that was the night the Order fell. He wasn’t a dishonest person, which could be one of his more lesser qualities. Fabian nervously chewed on his bottom lip hoping that she would get sidetracked or lost in her own head like he was. The images flashing, hell he cringed as if the explosion had happened near him. Reliving the moment that he almost was killed.

The subjects that mattered little he hoped she stuck with, but he started to derail back to what they had spoken about originally. He stiffened and put the majority of his weight on his crutch to peer at her through his glasses.  When she pulled up a chair he lowered himself in one nearby and levitated his broken leg with a wince. Part of him wanted to believe Violet, but he knew that there were some of his classmates and their families among those Death Eaters that night. However, the reckless bold part that lived inside him made him realize he wouldn’t lie. “I am a member of the Resistance, yes.” He spoke softly and from the outside it didn’t seem like he probed her deeply in judgement.

Fabian had never seen her at Arts Club, so he knew that she hadn’t been a member of the Resistance. “Why aren’t you?” He inquired bluntly leaning back in his chair while his eyes never left her face.

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Dorcas couldn’t think of much better than a few free minutes to fly. She had been missing being on her broom since her last Quidditch match, and when she had a free moment over the weekend that wasn’t spent in the greenhouse, she had snagged the chance to grab her broom and go for a few laps around the pitch before dinner. 

The weather even permitted it, the clouds lingering over the grounds not yet pouring rain as they threatened to, and while she would have probably stayed up in the air for hours if she could, her fifth lap is when she noticed that she was no longer alone on the pitch, and though she could have ignored them, even from a distance she could tell who it was and she ended up landing anyway.

Though, the moment she did, she could feel the nerves in her stomach crackling and twisting, making her shift uncomfortably as she approached him, arms folding a bit defensively across her chest.

The fact was, well. She had no real problem with Fabian, she would argue that she even liked him, but that was kind of the problem. Their weird little set up, the (fake, its totally fake and its never happening anyway, her mind supplied unhelpfully) arrangement between their families just kind of made things awkward and uncomfortable. 

With a sigh, she reached up to brush her hair out of her face, wincing when she realized how tangled it was from the wind. “Hey. You–uh… You know you don’t have to, like… talk to me when people aren’t around, right? We only have to keep up appearances around other people.” Her shoulders lifted in a defensive shrug. “I mean, I know it sucks you got, like, dragged into this or whatever.” 

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Quidditch was robbed from him at the beginning of the semester, and truth be told he never got over it. The only time it even got remotely awkward was when Gryffindor would play against Ravenclaw in the earlier years, but this semester he didn’t have to worry about that at all. Instead he would watch from the stands and make speedily judgmental calls in his head. If he would have died that night, would Gideon instead be betrothed to Dorcas? The boy lost in thought ruffles his ginger locks in thought.

Fabian didn’t form a plan to run into Dorcas, but he almost did while on the move. He came to a full stop, one hand in his pocket and the other dangled to his side. The vivacious red boa he had twisted around his neck strategically.  His stomach doing an impromptu somersault as he locks his eyes with her own.

“Hi Dorcas.” Fabian called out thankful that he had bit back the term ‘wifey’ from being uttered from his lips automatically. An eyebrow cocked curiously as he gives her a once over. “Why wouldn’t I want to talk to you? Planning to assassinate me?” He almost laughed, but he was quite worried and serious about it. “Nonsense, I don’t mind. The only time I mind is if you don’t come cheer for me at the Frog Choir. Come on now. I’m the best at it. I’ll come to all your Quidditch matches, because I have to anyway.” He chuckled finding the humour in almost anything. Though he did move closer his ginger brows knotting in concern.

“Unless you don’t want to talk? Just. Be.. betrothed?”

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prewettsquared‌:

He could tell that Fabian had either not expected his response and tone, or was miffed about it. Breakfast was a tradition and Gideon had ignored it. 

Gideon made a face at the mention of Arthur. Seemed odd to give Molly a ring since they were broken up. Wait–- A RING? To propose?

The sudden appearance of food distracted Gideon’s inner panic and his eyes lit up and he grabbed at the muffins hungrily. When he was hungry, he was like a dog with a bone; nothing would stop his response till he was satisfied, not even Arthur and Molly. 

“Oooo..” He cooed, snatching both and taking a huge bite from one, while juggling the other in the same hand. He nearly had the muffin top gone in two large bites. 

“F-n-ks M-te,” he mumbled incoherently, with a full mouth. He remembered what they had been talking about before the muffins. 

“Wait a ring? To get married?!” 

“Bit young no?” He added, surprisingly more disgusted and calm, than panicked.

Fabian was more furious than earlier before he found his twin, but he had time to calm down to emit just the right amount of being irritated. By now he waited for it to come back around for Gideon, because Merlin knows he knew he couldn’t concentrate on an empty stomach and neither could his twin. That’s one of the reasons this whole tradition started before their mom met her end.  One of his hand rises to his hip and he leans his weight against it. Foot tapping on the pavement with subdued anxiety.

“You’re such a wanker, but you’re welcome.” He couldn’t help but to laugh even though it was a serious matter at hand. “Yes, a ring. Fuck if I know. We need to go talk to Arthur together. Molly says apparently, they’ve been a secret? I don’t like the bloody idea of Molly being a secret anything.” He could feel his frustration start to build up, but he was sure Gideon already caught on to how he felt about the ordeal.

“Aye, Molly is still like ten.” Fabian grumbled, even though he couldn’t really talk much shit about betrothals since he was in one. “I want to kick his bloody arse up the Ravenclaw tower. Where is the common decency of asking us first?”

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molly--prewett

Molly inhaled sharply, very nearly reaching across the table to clap her hand over his mouth but holding on to the instinct. “We… Fabian!” She stood up after her brother, and shook her head. “I can explain this to you, just calm down.” She said glancing around them. “We were broken up, for a while. We’ve been seeing each other secretly again, sort of. I still need to keep a clear head so the ring is my promise to him that I still love him and I will be ready to be with him again eventually.”

His hunger had left him abruptly as he slammed a flat hand against the table. The Prewett temper reigning true as he stared at Molly instinctively. “Secretly seeing each other? What else is he doing, Mols? Why would he keep you a secret? Unless there’s something backhanded he’s not telling either of us.” He rounded the table with a glare at no one in particular and a slight shake of his head. “You love him then why the secret? Why have you been hiding this from Giddy and I? I’m going to find Arthur and kick his arse.” Fabian grumbled as the normal jovial essence had drained into a defensive brother aura instead. “Actually I’m going to discuss this with Giddy. Suppose you can go warn Arthur before we both go after that sod. You don’t deserve to be a secret Molly and that’s what makes me angry.”

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puff-tedwardtcnks‌:

Ted had hoped that the boy wouldn’t ask, not truly having the heart to tell him that he’d been wrong. It was something that had to be done though, if either of them wished to call the other by the correct name one day. It wasn’t as if they weren’t getting there, it had simply taken them way to long to correct the situation. Though that might’ve been due to simply accepting the wrong names for to long, and trying to correct the mistake just a little to late. “It’s Ted.” He said it with a bit of a smile thought, hoping it would keep the other boy from feeling too bad about it. Being called by the wrong name didn’t terribly bother him, mostly because he had grown used to it by now. “Eddie is really fine though.” Was what he said, but he hoped that the boy would call him Ted. 

He couldn’t help but laugh at what the boy said about his sister, “My sister made me do the same. Me and my brother.” The memory was a nice one, something he was rather fond of even though he hadn’t enjoyed it at the time. But he truly missed his siblings, especially since they were quite a few years older than him. “A family day?” He muttered, surprised at such a thing. “Would my family be able to come?” They were muggles, surely that would cause a lot of problems. Ted was sure that his dad would love to come see the castle, so would his siblings thought they would most likely be too busy. If it were dangerous for them though, he didn’t want them to show up. 

Fabian felt the heat rise to his cheeks when Ted corrected him slightly mortified. He didn't really understand why he could never remember the other boy's name. For being one of the people in the Resistance it confused him, but also he just couldn't rationalize what it was about Ted that made him forget time and time again. "Oh sorry mate." Fabian apologized chewing on his bottom lip, but he offered a slow smile. "You prefer Ted though, right?" He hoped this time it at least stuck in his brain.

"Our sisters would probably get along then." Fabian laughed imagining Ted in one of the outfits Molly used to convince him to dress in. "Does that mean she named you something ridiculous too? Like Tedusa?"  His grin grew wider as the prospect, but he nodded about the family day. "Yeah, in a month or sometime close I want to say. I overheard Dumbledore discussing it with Mcgonagall. I can only assume your family would be able to come? Hopefully those serpent arses can keep their junk in their trunk without messing with us." He shrugged his shoulders, but stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Do you like breakfast? If you want you can join my siblings and I for some..sometime."

[breakalegprewett]

prewettsquared‌:

Gideon could feel the pair of eyes on him before he heard the outrageous yelling through the hallway. It was easy to pick out his twin in a crowd, and their ‘twin radar’ usually came in handy–– though it sometimes creeped people out. His neutral smile immediately grew to a large grin as he slowed to a stop so Fabian could catch up.  

“I had a thing,” Gideon explained with a shrug.

Molly? Thats not what he’d been expecting. He gave a worried frown. “Why whats up with Molly? She alright? Did something happen?”

Gideon searched Fabian for any signs of major distress and there didn’t seem to be any. 

“If yer just taking the piss, fuck off. I ain’ in the mood today Fab-ie..” he grumbled. His frown lightened, “You at least bring me some food?” He chuckled, pushing one of Fabian’s hands as though to see if they were empty.

Fabian squinted at his twin, but he could never really stay crossed with Gideon for too long. It was like they were the same person after all. He was slightly disappointed that Gideon had missed out on family breakfast, but he knew his twin wouldn’t do so for a dumb reason. He trusted Gideon more than any other soul person in the universe. Even more than Molly at times. 

He nodded to Gideon, “I’m not takin’ the piss Giddy. Did you know that Arthur had given her a ring?” Fabian was always one straight to the point. Though he deviously grinned at his twin, before he turned his book bag over opening it. “Blimey lucky that I knew you’d be peckish.”  Fabian holds out a couple muffins towards Giddy. 

[breakalegprewett]

Fabian had been trying to locate his twin ever since the brunch ended and he was nowhere to be found. Of course, he had a list of places where to find his twin no doubt in his mind. Checking off all the regular places he would be, but finally his brother came into sight. Some might wonder how he could tell the flaming red hair was his twin, but it was a twin thing.

Sprinting into a run he whistled loudly to get his brother’s attention. “Giddy! Gid! Gideon!” His voice altering from a shout to actually singing his twin’s name in the musical baritone voice. Once he was finally in ear shot, he laughed slowly. “Where have you been? Missed a whole shitshow at breakfast.” Fabian grumbled the normal majestic smile turning more serious. “It’s about Molly.” 

@prewettsquared

[breakalegprewett]

molly--prewett‌:

Molly glanced around them and sighed. “Keep your voice down.” She muttered. “Fine.” She said through gritted teeth. “Yes, the ring is romantic, and no nobody has seen it. Only you. And Arthur, because it’s from him… It’ s a promise ring.”

“Arthur?!” He exclaimed with a harsh whisper on the verge of being a full out yell. He wanted to abort breakfast now and find his friend. He wasn’t sure he considered him his friend right now keeping such a thing. “But you’re broken up. You know what no. Let’s go straighten this out. Let’s go find Arthur.” Fabian speaks quickly already partly up from his chair.

[breakalegprewett]

puff-tedwardtcnks‌:

The Prewett twins. While they looked alike, they did have differences personality wise. That never stopped Ted from having a difficult time telling them apart. Only really knowing which was which after he’d spoken to one for a bit, purely telling by their personalities. Though, seeing how the boy called him Eddie, it should have been an almost tell-tale sign that it was Fabian. Still, he had his doubts as Gideon called him the same on occasion. He had a 50/50 chance at getting it right though. And if he could call him by the wrong nickname, then surely the other boy could forgive him for calling him the wrong twin. “Pretty good, Gideon?” The name came out as a question. 

As soon as the name came out though, it felt wrong. “Sorry, Fabian right?” Correcting himself, feeling bad for the mix up. Even though he wasn’t a twin himself, he could imagine it must be rather frustrating to have people confusing you for someone else all the time. “Sorry Fabian, my break was pretty good! Always nice to see my family.” He smiled a little sadly. The feeling of homesickness over taking him for a moment. Ted was a bit jealous of Fabian in that fact, his family was all wizards so his siblings were able to attend school with him. 

Shit no. He was probably wrong. It was Ted wasn’t it? Fabian’s internally bickering paused when the other boy called him Gideon. Were they both truly horrible with names or was this on purpose? He takes in a breath and whistles it out between his teeth. Maybe one day they could start off with the right names at least. Licking his lips he nods when the other says Fabian. “Yes, Fabian. Erm, is it Eddie?” He asks in a slight squeak still going into a nuclear battle within his mind fussing over it. Why the Merlin could he never remember this kid’s name right?

“Family is always good.” Fabian replied with a wide grin. “Unless of course you’re four and your sister makes you dress up for tea parties and pretend your name is Fabina.”  He laughs jovial at the memory, or he could have been pulling Ted’s leg the whole time in act. He was oblivious to Ted being jealous of the likes of him. “I heard they’re going to do a family day at Hogwarts. Not sure how that will go. Will your family come?”

[breakalegprewett]

molly--prewett‌:

Molly chuckled at her brothers reaction to her use of the word hate, he was ver over dramatic. As the focus switched her face became more nervous, and serious, she wasn’t ready for her brother to find out about Arthur but it looked like it would be happening soon. “Does it really matter where I got it from? It’s just a ring Fabian, you’re over reacting.”

Fabian’s overbearing protective brother glare didn’t shift at all with her words. “Of course it matters.Look at it. Has Giddy seen it?” The boy asks as he arches a curious brow down to the ring, and brings his bottom lip between his teeth to gnaw on it. “It looks romantic. Was it for that purpose? Who the blimey hell gave you that ring?”

[mxrlenemckn]

She had no intention of sitting in her common room, moping about the people that weren’t with them or worrying about the weight of everything that was going on in the world.  War was barreling toward them, it was largely inevitable.  But she wasn’t going to talk about it.  She didn’t want to dwell, not when it seemed increasingly likely that the McKinnons were going to be a house divided, thanks to her stupid, naive, little sister.

No.  She was going to head out and have some fun.  She was going to save the worrying for people like Remus, who could hardly help themselves.

And so she shoved her wand in the back pocket of her skirt, one that was hovering between too short and near scandal, and stepped out of the common room. 

“You wanting to come along or are you just admiring my arse?” She called after someone just outside the Gryffindor common room, not caring who she was addressing.  She slowed a bit, giving them time to catch up if they wanted to.

[breakalegprewett]

Fabian was the worry type, but he had different mechanisms with dealing with such things. No he wouldn’t necessarily mope about it, especially after his leg had healed. He had however been waiting for his paramour to round the corner, but that was all a secret. Furrowing his ginger brows he kicked himself off the wall and gripped onto the shoulder strap of his bag. A large mischevious grin found itself upon his lips.

“You got me. I was just about to contaminate the dungeon shampoo. Green hair. You in?” He asked with a toothy grin. Leave it up to the Prewett brothers to cause jolly chaos when everything around was in turmoil. Fabian was down Gideon, only because they had a test that his brother committed himself to study for some uncanny reason.