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( d a n g e r o u s ) 2.4.77

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Fabian couldn’t have picked a better or a worse person to run into. ( As though he had made this choice, gone through the rosters at Hogwarts, planned for this to happen. ) She was coercive, and she wasn’t telling any sorts of lies. It was true. He was strong. He was a fighter. He couldn’t sit around and not do anything. But discredit?

He didn’t know about that much. If anything, he wanted to help them out. Share the load. Make them realise that there were capable students in the school. Just because the majority of them were sitting in the corners and squealing for their lives, that didn’t mean the rest of those, those who had flung themselves outside in an attempt to fight, would do the same. No, those sort would stand on the defences. They would make sure that it was the Death Eaters and their unknown cities that burned. Not the ones belonging to the righteous Wizards, or the Muggleborn. She could stop him? He refused to remove his own gaze as well.                                               G I D E O N. He was doing this for Gideon. So he wouldn’t get hurt. Fabian would take the fall. "What other ways are there? Besides, I’m just walking around. No plans for that needed." He stayed rooted to the spot. Because he was the tempest; he would have to be reined in, taken elsewhere by force, or allowed to roam when he was ready to do so. "He isn’t going to lose me. No family’s going to be lost. Unless, you know, it’s part of a family of werewolves that’re out to capture us and make our lives a living hell." He takes a single step backwards. “I can’t go back.”

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The brief silence following his words was filled with an echoed bang. Her body jolted but she quickly played it off as a shiver. The moving stairs collided with each other to form it's path, and it wasn't until this moment of utter silence did she realize just how loud the clashing marble could be. Daisy positioned her stance slightly different and in the process steered closer to the man in front of her.  

"A boy has got a broken arm in there," she motioned her head in the general direction of the Great Hall, "y'know, I'm not quite sure how, really ..." Her lips curled into a small smile and she lifted her hand to press her fingertips into her chin. "Pomfrey sent me with this list of things to gather up, and it'd take me two trips at least. Unless you helped me."

She was sure the idea didn't spark his fancy, though it wouldn't be right if she didn't try.

"It's not what you want to do, but you will be helping. You might be strong but not a lot of them are."

That was always something people praised Daisy on; her ability to treat somebody who was practically a stranger as if they'd known each other their entire lives. It wasn't something she could explain, but in that moment she felt so much for the fragility of the life before her that her own heart was beginning to take off like hummingbird wings.

"Please," she blinked, taking another step forward. Perhaps she were too close at that point, but she didn't move back. 

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She managed to make him stop right in his tracks. And there were few people who had managed to stop the oncoming storm that was Fabian Prewett. It was almost impressive how a few words had captured his attention, yanked him out of the reverie, the revelation that he was going to do something magnificent. A better plan. Did he need a better plan? Godric, did he even have a plan at all? It was to avoid all contact with other people. That was the basis of it. As for the rest of it - well, he hadn’t managed to get that far.

He automatically crossed his arms over his chest in defence of whatever he was about to say. And he hadn’t gotten that far, either. In fact, the interaction was so jarring to him, he felt as though he had disconnected from his body and was now floating high above the conversation in the corridor. As though he wasn’t completely there at all. Perhaps he wasn’t. Perhaps he had long since departed from his frame of mind. "I’m walking around," he said, as pleasantly as he could manage. "I’m going to do something, you know? And not in there, but out there. So if you have any tips as to how I can get a better plan for getting out there, I’ll take them. Either way - I’m going to keep walking whether there’s a better plan or not.”

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"I get it. I really do. We're teenagers — we want to discredit the adults as much as possible, but you have to believe that they know what they're doing. I don't know you. You're an empty canvas. But I can tell that you're strong. You're a fighter, and you can't sit around and not do anything."

Daisy took a step forward, arms crossing over her chest to mirror his appearance. She lifted her chin slightly, offering a small smile.

"Come with me. You can help in other ways. Granted, I can't stop you. I mean — I can stop you, but you're not some first year sneaking around. You're fully aware of the decision you're trying to make."

Her eyes didn't leave his once. Truthfully she w o u l d stop him, but he didn't need to know that. She was letting him decide.

"I don't know you," she reiterated, "but I do know you're a Prewett. You have a brother, yes? He's not with you. I don't know what it's like to have a sibling, but I do know what it's like to lose family. And I know he isn't ready to lose you. So, please. Come with me."

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Great Hall ;; February 4th, 1977

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"My mistake," he apologized. He repeated her last name once more just to remember it now that he had been corrected. Outreaching a hand, he continued, "I’m Rabastan — Lestrange.” The name always felt so good to him as it rolled off his tongue. Despite his home life, the past abuse and all that occurred, he loved it. It was a name rooted deeply in history and in purity, and it caused him to grin as he introduced himself.

As soon as the dishes had replenished themselves, a line of students had began to form. Fortunately for him, he was a light eater and was still full from a light meal earlier in the day, and it meant he didn’t have to wait in line with the others greedily trying to maneuver around one another to grab another slice of beef or another piece of fudge.

Their conversation was interrupted when her attention turned toward the line. Merlin, just listening to her snap at the younger kids trying to cut in line made him feel as though he was back at one of the many disastrous family dinners he had attended listening to his mother snap at he and his brother for placing their elbows on the table or for using the wrong fork for the main course.

When she returned to her seat after helping a shorter boy with his plate, he couldn’t help but to have let out a short laugh. “No thank you, Daisy. I’m fine,” he replied in answer to her question. “And if I did, I could get it myself. You need to rest. You’re acting like my mother does when my brother and I are at home.”

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"She sounds like a good woman."

Daisy pushed her lips into a smile and was actually washed over with a sense of relief at the conversation. It simply proved her point — not all serpents followed the stereotypical guidelines set for them. The line quickly diminished and Daisy reached for a powdered pastry and took a hearty bite. Jelly filling. Her muscles were beginning to settle, and she almost felt like she were r e l a x i n g.

Typically this encouraged her to want to get back up and interrogate the girl whom was clearly frustrated with the other superiors, though she allowed herself to bask in the rare luxury of an open seat.

The most frightening part of it all was that it was almost starting to feel normal. The constant hustle — though not necessarily in a positive light, was straining on anyone. Perhaps if it were under different circumstances she wouldn’t feel the way she did. And in that moment she once again let her mind wander as she pondered the events taking place in their backyard.

It hadn’t been more than a day and the students were already restless. Tilting her head, Daisy murmured with a smirk, “How long do you reckon until they gather with pitchforks?” Her eyes were set on a group of Gryffindor boys — so eager to fight for a cause they were far too young to understand and let alone die for. It was intriguing, truly.

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This was the last straw. He knew he had sworn it would be together, but with Gideon nowhere in sight and the rush of adrenaline in his veins, guiding him, being his light instead of his logic, he allowed himself to drift in line, hands in the pockets of his robes, grasping his wand, feeling the magic against his hand. It was difficult to feel sometimes, as though he couldn’t quite summon it, as though he wasn’t good enough - but it was there tonight.  And he would be using it.  When the moment came that the prefects were consumed with calming other students, ones who couldn’t keep their heads about them, Fabian took that opportunity to slip away from the crowd - and when he was in a nearly empty corridor, his steps shook with purpose. He wasn’t going to let this chance escape from him. He wasn’t going to allow this to happen. He was going to D O  S O M E T H I NG.  No one better attempt to stop him.

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"Merlin! Your bone is snapped in half. How did you manage that, boy?!" Madam Pomfrey roared, though Daisy was sure it wouldn't collect too many eyes in the noisy hall. The young boy, Thomas, lay flat on his back and moaned in pain.

"We were bored," his friend shrugged, fairly uninterested in the ailment.

Pomfrey grumbled, "You! Go run to the hospital wing. Get these items."

An enchanted quill busied itself on a piece of parchment before the healer quickly handed it to the prefect. Daisy immediately rose to her feet, her heart making like hummingbird wings as she made her exit. The castle had never been so silent, even some of the portraits had relocated to be together. For safe measure, the blonde tugged her wand from her waistband.

Her walk turned into a jog, goosebumps rising on her arms. As she rounded the corner her eyes fell straight upon the back of a walking figure. The frame was familiar, though unidentifiable. "Oi! What're you doing? As far as plans go, yours is not a good one if you're trying to get out there!"

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Great Hall ;; February 4th, 1977

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"Was that too insensitive?" Rabastan asked, trying to hide the hint of a smirk on his face. It wasn’t that he was trying come off as rude to the blonde Hufflepuff sitting at his side. His sense of humor was a bit more twisted than his fellow pupil was all. "I have a tendency to be, or at least that’s what I’ve been told before."

Uncrossing his legs, he sneaked a glance her way. She had been the one he had seen up and around all morning, never even taking a break to sit down between consoling the younger students and fulfilling every one of their wishes. He would never have the heart to help them all as she did. Just watching her periodically as she had raced around the room made him tired enough.

Unlike her, he had kept himself busy people watching. Kept in this hall for who knows how long had proved to be a slight benefit for him as he kept mental notes concerning different people he had seen around the room. The rest of the time, he had tried to catch up on sleep, but the constant chatter and noise had kept him awake for most of the time and now he was desperate for this confinement to be over.

"Hooker? You’re last name is Hooker, isn’t it?" he said rather suddenly as he turned to her. He had been brewing over in his mind what her name had been, remembering her perhaps from a class they had taken together years earlier. 

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Her cheeks pushed into a smile at his question, and she allowed her eyes to wander. Some of the other prefects had just begun eating, others were hiding in corners such as she was. Daisy couldn't help but wonder what was happening outside the castle walls. Was it a standstill? Was it bloody? "Don't worry. I've spent the last week imagining half of the professors turned into werewolves — honestly some of them already act the part."

The brief dark humor allowed a small amount of weight to be lifted from her. It was nice to not have to babysit. "Hookum," she stated casually. "Daisy Hookum."

Just as she rested her elbows upon the table, the large dishes had been replenished. By the time she lifted her head there was a crowd forming. Snapping back into her maternal tendencies, she rose and began handing out the stack of clean plates to shoving arms. "Aye, no striking. Make a line."  

A shorter boy tried to maneuver around the older ones, failing miserably. She took the liberty of making him a plate, stretching her body throughout the crowd and handing it to him. Almost forgetting about the boy beside her, she allowed her body to drop back to her seat.

"Force of habit, you could say. Want anything?"

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Great Hall ;; February 4th, 1977

He had, of course, read about werewolves. Like so many other topics, he seemed to have an extensive knowledge about them. But of course, he had never come face to face with one, nor could he say he really ever wanted to. 

Rabastan sat at a table that had been pushed to the far side of the Great Hall. The thick, black woolen sweater he wore engulfed his delicate frame, but kept him warm against the cold air drafts that filtered through the hall. He sat back to the table, legs crossed, and eyes watching the assortment of activities that were taking place in and around the room. A few feet away from him, a ginger haired girl played a Hufflepuff boy at chess between the cots that had been set up. Despite the stoic look upon her face, she had the upper hand and he knew she knew as well. She was all too clever in her moves not to have practiced often, perhaps even taken the time to read books on the matter.

His attention was drawn away by another game at the end of the table where he sat. First years stacked black and white tiles one-by-one. forming intricate patterns before knocking them all over. It was a Muggle game, he knew, but the word for it slipped his mind then and there. It seemed such a stupid game. What was the point of it? Where was the fun in creating something only to destroy it moments later? It seemed pointless to him.

Once again, Rabastan was drawn away by the cheers of the nearby ginger haired girl’s successful move. The boy had lost another piece of the game and victory was looking in the favor of his skilled opponent. God, he felt as though his mind would rot if he had to spend another minute in this place.

"I think," Rabastan said to the person who had taken a seat on his left, "I’d rather be mauled by a werewolf that sit here another second."

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"Now, don't you think that's a bit excessive?" Daisy chimed, though not in a sarcastic or commanding tone. She truthfully didn't know who it was that she took a seat by — she simply needed to get away from her plateful of duties as a prefect for even just a couple of minutes so she wouldn't strangle the girl who kept demanding her cat go outside to hunt mice before bedtime.

She had patience, but that didn't mean she didn't have a breaking point for i d i o c y.

Truthfully it was her fault she felt so overworked, after all she was the one who insisted on attempting to fulfill the wishes of every student. It was her way of coping. She needed to keep herself busy because the alternative would be far too depressing.

After processing his looks and demeanor she eventually determined the student to be Rabastan Lestrange. Daisy wasn't one to be able to name every Slytherin off the top of her head, as she didn't view them as at threat like most others did. Perhaps that was her mistake, but she refuses to believe that a man can be born evil due to his heritage — and also that anyone donning emerald robes have been kissed by the darkness. Some called her naive, others call her foolish. Though she didn't mind. 

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great hall / february 4th

"Darling, I know that you’re hungry. I’ll find something and be back —  alright?”

The redhead nodded and Daisy Hookum rose from her crouched position and onto the next crisis. As a prefect, she’d taken up her rightful responsibilities in aiding her housemates and making them feel as comfortable as possible despite the blood being shed outside the thick walls.

Without her scarf and jacket ( both of which had been donated to students complaining they were cold ), the blonde shoveled her hair into a ponytail and stepped around the rows of cots.

Even though she was a prefect for the students of Hufflepuff this didn’t stop her in assisting those who needed help; this became especially prominent as she lead Pomfrey to a Slytherin complaining of abdominal pains. Daisy looked like a blind Hippogriff as she stumbled about the hall, making her rounds and carrying loads of requested items as she did so.

After delivering a textbook to a displeased Ravenclaw and crackers to the ginger, she allowed herself a minuscule moment to simply breathe. Upon standing still for the first time in hours, a thick wool scarf was draped over her shoulders.

Turning her body, she lifted her cheeks into a somber grin, “Thanks.”