Fabian Prewett

Gryffindor. Prank Professional and Mentor (for a price). Actually the better looking twin. All business inquiries should be owled to the Gryffindor Common Room, c/o Prewett & Prewett Inc.

[gideonnprewett-blog]

….Right. Of course, dear brother.

[fabian---prewett]

So what's going on with you and this American bird I'm hearing about?

[cboreotte]

[theclassymike]

Lucas Till shirtless in Wolves.

[gideonnprewett-blog]

'Course. I know when you're about to get shirty and spend the rest of the day moping.

[fabian---prewett]

I don't mope. I attractively pout. 

[gideonnprewett-blog]

E as in Emmeline or E as in El— nevermind. All E’s. Off limits.

[fabian---prewett]

Good, thank you. 

[feelings-of-soul]

I will have an orgasm

[gideonnprewett-blog]

Nope.

[fabian---prewett]

Then hop off the E-topic. 

[gideonnprewett-blog]

I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re talking about.

[fabian---prewett]

Of course you wouldn't. I am not even surprised. Let's talk about that mystery American bird, huh? Have you even managed to snog her yet? 

[gideonnprewett-blog]

Then why, dear brother, are you not doing a better job of it? Instead you’d rather have a ‘life’ that’s filled with snogging Emmeline Vance’s and discovering your sweet lady love has arrived to awaken you from eternal sleep.

[fabian---prewett]

I knew you were the one who let her in! 

[magsrosedubois]

[Huffing, she rolled over him and clung to his back, putting him in a headlock with not a lot of force.] Fierce! No I’ve deiced my idiot brothers don’t need sweaters, you’d be surprised how much time was freed up when I realized I don’t have to knit sweaters to account for Gideon’s giant head and your stupid enormous shoulders.

[fabian---prewett]

[He rolled over so he laid on top of her with a groan before rolling back onto his stomach.] Good I don't want a stupid sweater. I want to sleep. Also please remove yourself from my room if you are going to be rude. 

[gideonnprewett-blog]

A life without protecting your family from themselves? Please, Fabes, it’s got to be atleast a hobby at this point.

[fabian---prewett]

It's more than a hobby and you know it. 

[gideonnprewett-blog]

Is it really my fault you’re always conspicuously absent when Molly decides to talk to me? You’re the favorite, I only see her when we’re going to fight.

[fabian---prewett]

It's not my fault you two set each other off. I can't babysit you both all the time. I do have a life, ya know. 

[magsrosedubois]

[Trying to squeeze him harder than he could squeeze him, which was frankly a losing battle, she settled for pulling the blankets off of him with her legs.] I’ll shove you. Straight off this bed. Giddy could try, I am small but fierce.

[fabian---prewett]

[He used his feet to push her body away from him.] You're small but annoying. Why're you here? Don't you have sweaters to make? 

[gideonnprewett-blog]

Yeah, because you let me get in trouble expressing our shared opinion. Owling Mum will only work if we beat Smalls to it.

[fabian---prewett]

Is it really my fault you had that argument with her while I wasn't there? No. 

[magsrosedubois]

[Clinging to his chest she petulantly put her cold toes against his legs and wiggled them.] 1 PM Fabes, weekend only excuses so much. I’ll pull you in with me, he’ll go for you, you’re a bigger meal. 

[fabian---prewett]

[He gripped her against him in a forced cuddle.] Shove it. Gids would avenge me!

[magsrosedubois]

[Pulling back, she hit him with the pillow] Don’t threaten me. You can’t kill me, you’d get in trouble with Mum.

[fabian---prewett]

[He gripped the pillow and tucked it under his head once more and gave a sharp push against her, hoping she'd fall off the bed.] I'll feed you to the squid. Weekend, Smalls. I'm sleeping. 

[nikolailxntsov-blog]

"Gideon Prewett, it took five Death Eaters to kill him and his brother Fabian." [► LISTEN]