the better twin

Hullo! I'm Fabian. Twin to Gideon. Older brother to Molly. 7th year. Gryffindor. Occasional prankster. Yup.

[fabiansprewett]

Village Adventures || F-Squared

[headboylongbottom-deactivated20]

Frank stuffed his hands into his pockets as they walked. He was letting Fabian lead the way, since Frank had no clue which of the secret passages Bane had in mind to escape the castle. “Oh, I’ve just been doing some catching up on homework," Frank answered with a grin. “And, I finally had that chat with Alice. We’re going on a date in a few days." He allowed Fabian to react. For all the resisting Frank had done over the summer, he was ecstatic that the conversation had happened and had gone the way it had. In fact, there was very little, perhaps nothing at all, that could put Frank in a bad mood right now, he was so full of joy.

"Oh, and this should please you too, We were conned into the conversation by Potter. Clodpole locked us in the owlery. Seems he’s getting better at this." Bane was always one to appreciate a good trick. Though this particular trick had struck Frank as a bit cruel, he wouldn’t complain about it much. It had, after all, been the device through which he and Alice were able to have that conversation and decide to be together. Besides, no one had actually been hurt at all. Quite the opposite, actually.

[fabiansprewett]

"Homework, ew," Fabian said, wrinkling his nose. "It's still the beginning of the school year, Frankie, you can't be that far behind a'ready." Fabian shook his head. Prefects, Head Boys, the goodie goodie types and their homework. He appreciated being caught up and not having to worry about it too much, especially with it being NEWT year, but he didn't understand why people did everything way before they were due. There were a lot more important things that can be done, like setting pranks and goofing off with friends while you still can. But a balance is good, he acquiesced in his head. 

"Oh really?" he asked, stopping momentarily to raise his ginger eyebrows at Frankie as they approached a corner. He grinned wickedly as he started walking again. "Does this mean I can talk to Ally-oop now?" he asked, swinging around the corner with a little jump. He had a lot of nervous energy like this when he'd been bored. "Did he? Aha, that's great! Good one on Potter. Those little rascals of Marauders learn fast." He laughed a lot, greatly enjoying the trick that'd been played on Frankie. The Marauders were good blokes, he thought. And someone had to take over the pranking reigns once he and Gid graduated. He was only a tiny bit put out that he didn't get to help but ah can't do everything.

"Well I'm 'appy for you, mate," he reached over and patted Frankie on the back. "You'll have to tell me more 'a what happened when we get to the pub," he gave Frankie a good look as if to say, if you don't give me every little detail I'm going to charm your hair green and take your candy. Not that he didn't do those things anyway, but this way, it was a threat and not just a joke. They meandered a bit more, until they were turning down the corridor with the One Eyed Witch statue. "Oi, we're almost to my secret entrance. You're not going to squeal on me if I show you where it is, are you?" he asked with a lazy smile. He was just teasing at this point.

[fabiansprewett]

Almost Caught || Open

Fabian twirled his wand in his hand and tucked it behind his ear, smirking. This would be one of his more elaborate pranks that he'd set, and he was excited about it. He really would've preferred if someone had been around to help him, but as they all seem to have up and disappeared, he just made due on his own. It actually made him feel more accomplished, if he was being honest. He did on his own what usually took two or three of the advanced pranksters. Not many could pull that off. Fabian's smirk grew as he worked.

It didn't take him long and then he hurried down the stairs, having been up on the Astronomy Tower to set those last few triggers. His prank, if successful, would encompass a majority of the school, particularly the upper floors. Nothing harmful, but it's always entertaining to have some string that's charmed invisible and strategically placed to mess with people. Some of it was taut and would catch people in the doorways, and some was slack and would trip them up after they'd walked a little bit away. He fished into his pocket and got out the piece of parchment that he was using as a map, that had where all his traps were. Fabian didn't want to get caught in them himself. That was a rookie mistake, and Fabian was no amateur.

Looking both ways down the corridor to make sure he wouldn't be seen, Fabian crossed it and disappeared into another hidden passageway that ended up farther down in the castle, closer to the Defense corridor. If he was lucky, his plan would work and he could merge into the rest of the students and not appear suspicious. 

And it almost worked, too. Just as he was coming out of the hidden passageway, a someone behind him called his name. Fabian shoved the map back in his pocket carelessly, doing his best not to outwardly cringe as he felt it rip in his hand as he did so. He turned around with what he hoped was an easy going smile and waved at whomever was calling his name.

[fabiansprewett]

Village Adventures || F-Squared

[headboylongbottom-deactivated20]

Frank took his time putting his things away while Fabian mulled over possible activities. It wasn’t surprising that he’d not thought up a plan before asking Frank to accompany him. In fact, this was all too familiar. Frank could remember countless instances just like this one. Fabian would eventually settle onto one thing and they could be on their way. Until then, Frank took care to stow away his various books and school supplies in their proper places. There was little hope of anything staying where it was supposed to stay, but Frank was not yet to the point in the year where he gave up hope just yet.  As he was looking around, Frank noticed he was short a box of Bertie Bott’s. Another unsurprising thing. One of the twins had probably pinched it when he had his back turned.

Finally, Bane suggested something with a bit of finality. Frank looked up and smiled. “Sounds like a great ti-” Frank didn’t get a chance to finish his sentiment as he was too busy laughing at Bane tripping. “Yeah, I’m ready,” he said, slipping his tie off over his head. He’d already shrugged his robes off when he’d come in, so he was now ready to head out. Frank turned and started for the door, trusting that this time Fabian would remember how to walk on his own. “We taking one of your secret passages?” Frank felt the need to clarify how they were getting out of the castle. After all, it was important to know how much trouble he was risking here, even if he was enjoying this already. “And do you have any specific sort of trouble in mind? Or are you going to force me to come up with that part of the plan?”

[fabiansprewett]

Fabian gave Frankie a sour look whenever he laughed. Wasn't really his fault that he tripped. It was the... Fabian turned around and looked behind him at the floor and saw a trunk, and immediately blamed the trunk for his tripping. He made an exasperated noise, but laughed a bit all the same. If you can't laugh at yourself, you can't do much with life. He patted down his pockets, making sure he had everything he needed. "Alright, let's go!" he said, marching over to the door.

Fabian gave his impromptu plan a bit of thought, making a snap decision. "Erm, yeah, let's. It'll be quicker," he said, thinking of the One Eyed Witch passage. It led right into Honeyduke's after all, so they wouldn't even have to walk all that far. Sneaking out of the cellar would be a feat, but nothing Fab hadn't done before already, so it wasn't that big of a deal. He laughed though, at the thought of Frankie causing trouble. The Headboy hadn't instigated a single instance of trouble since he started Hogwarts, as far as Fabian was concerned. 

"Nah, I'll come up with somethin', I'm sure," he said with a grin, his mind already at work. He put both of his arms behind his head as they walked back through the common room and out the portrait hole. "So what've you been up to, my dear Frankie?" he asked, partially out of curiosity and partially out of just something to ask. Fabian himself hadn't been doing anything exciting, and he was a nosy mate and wanted to hear about how things were going with little Alice. "Anything exciting to share, anything significant?"

[florence-macmillan]

Flowers, Felines || Flo and Fabian

[florence-macmillan]

Florence looped her arm with his, “Now that’s the spirit Fabe-ulous!” she jeered and strolled off with him out of the castle. The lazy cat was still managing to keep pace with the two friends as they made their way outside and peered at the sunny sky. “Glorious day today!” Florence smiled, “Smells like spring! Now as for those flowers I think Professor Sprout has some growing near the greenhouse for a bit of color.” Florence furrowed her brows, “However, I don’t want her getting angry with me.” The girl’s frustrated expression immediately relaxed, “You’re here though, and who could possibly get mad at you?!”  Florence bounced, letting her long blonde strands float about as she did so. That was the thing about Florence; she never seemed to touch the ground. Always her perpetual optimism and energy left her looking almost weightless.  She lifted up her cat (who meowed in displeasure) and dashed enthusiastically for the greenhouse.

The greenhouse’s old glass walls held in the abundance of strange magical plants for study, yet outside circling the house lay multiple shrubs of roses. Every color and shade seemed to exist in them and whether it was magic or just nature that did this was unknown to Florence. She stared at them for a moment before looking at her freckled friend. Fabian Prewett, the girls liked him that was for sure. Maybe it was because he was considered the sweeter twin; however Florence knew there was much more to Fabian than that. He was just as fun as his brother, but in a less stupid way. When Fabian had fun he knew how to do it without too much trouble and he made it much more interesting. That’s why Florence was so happy to be his friend—she adored the boy! He really was always willing to partake in her strange habits, and it frankly warmed her heart.

A warm smile rose onto her face, “Well, let’s pick some flowers!” she set down her cat and began to carefully pull off rose after rose. “Oh, I’m also picking some for my mother by the way. I like to try and convince her that I’m a wonderful daughter now and then.” She joked as she threw some petals at her friend, “You should pick some for a girl Fabian! Like, I dunno, Hestia. She’s pretty” Florence yanked a flower from the bush before placing it on the grass next to her. Her fingers were nimble enough to avoid the thorns and she silently hoped that Fabian wasn’t too clumsy. Thorny fingers weren’t quite fun.  Every now and then she would stick a rose or two in her hair until she had managed to cover her mane in roses. “Like my new style Fabe?” she would joke before shaking them out and letting them scatter across the ground. She also wouldn’t mind carefully placing them on her friend when he wasn’t noticing. 

[fabiansprewett]

Fabian grinned when Florence looped her arm through his, and matched her pace out of the castle. He looked up at the sky, and it really was sunny. He blinked a bit, trying to get rid of the spots in his vision. I should remember not to look directly at the sun, he thought. "Near the greenhouse, eh?" he asked, looking down the path towards the place in question. Fabian didn't spend too much time in the green houses apart from Herbology classes. Though he had noticed that a certain Head Boy friend of his had been spending more time out and about lately, and he knew that little Allyoop was big on Herbology. Fabian smirked, thinking this information would come in handy later. 

"Oh, plenty o' people get angry with me, Flowy. McGoogles, Mortlake, Frankie, Molly, my mum, my dad, the list could go on." He shrugged, feigning an air of indifference. "Apparently, pranking and being the Gideot's twin is a bad combination or somethin'." It was probably more that he got caught up in Gid's more elaborate pranks and that led to trouble more than Fab's simple traps, but all the same. That, and the fact that he had a bad habit of getting behind on schoolwork, though he did his damndest to keep up. Not that anyone ever realized that. "Sprout's an easy goin' lass, though; I doubt she'll get mad at us for flowers." 

Fabian let out a laugh when Florence started running, and he soon took off after her. He was a fairly fast runner, given that he had long legs and was in Quidditch shape. They reached the greenhouses right around the same time, and he grinned at her, then up at the greenhouse. It wasn't anything special, he didn't think, except that it had plants galore in its walls and outside, some of them snaking up the walls. It was like the greenhouses were the homes of entire worlds that were different than earth. Fabian wasn't much for Herbology, but he could see the appeal. As long as the Devil's Snare didn't try to kill him again, like it did third year. That was unpleasant.

"Alright," he agreed, stooped down in the dirt, looking at the roses. "That's very nice of you," he said, thinking her thoughtful. "I think I'm gonna pick a couple for Molly." He tried to remember what her favorite color is, but couldn't, so just picked a red, a blue, and a purple rose each, thinking that would at least give her a good variety. He was nursing a thorn prick when Florence mentioned Hestia and he started. "What makes you mention her?" he asked, trying to be casual. He stuck his thumb in his mouth, sucking on the prick wound so it'd stop bleeding, and so he wouldn't have to say anything else. He arranged the roses he had out on the grass, and then picked a white one, still vaguely thinking of the Hestia question. When Florence caught his attention again, he let out a laugh. "Oh yes. Flowers suit you," he said, grinning.

[fabiansprewett]

RANDOM ANON: If you could only prank one person for the rest of your life, who would it be?

Why would I only be able to prank one person? That’s not very much fun… Though, if I had to pick, it’d probably be either Frankie or the Gideot. Actually, probably Gid. Because who doesn’t love messing with their twin brother? And it’s always a hoot - he gets so mad when I pull one over on him. It’s great. -grins-

[fabiansprewett]

Village Adventures || F-Squared

[headboylongbottom-deactivated20]

Frank was feeling better than he had in quite a while. Now that he and Alice were officially a couple, everything seemed… better. At the very least, he could now concentrate on his work and seemed to be smiling a lot more often; which was nice. He hadn’t even had the heart to be annoyed at Gideon, though the fact that Gideon was a bit less present at the moment probably had something to do with it. But Frank felt so good, he didn’t even care where the more rambunctious twin had got to.

He’d been taking advantage of this recently rediscovered ability to get things done by doing a bit of homework down by the lake. It might have been an excuse to be closer to the greenhouses than if he’d gone to the library and therefore have a legitimate reason to drop by the greenhouses in search of his girlfriend (it was absolutely wonderful to be able to refer to Alice as his girlfriend) after he got done working. Or it might just have been a good day to be outside because it was sunny. Whatever the reason, Frank had gotten several assignments finished and was just returning to the common room to enjoy some down time when he was stopped at the portrait by Fabian.

Smiling, Frank answered his friend, “Not as if I’d say ‘no’ anyway, Bane.” With a grin, Frank easily stepped past Fabian and started toward the dorm. “But you’re going to have to let me put my things away first. I’m not going on an adventure carrying all this around.” Normally Frank would have put up some sort of fight, but honestly today was just too good a day to pass it up. Besides, Baney needed to be let out every so often to keep him from getting cabin fever. And it’d be fun, something Frank hadn’t been having much of recently. “What sort of adventure do you have in mind?”

[fabiansprewett]

Fabian gave Frankie a look. "You know you'd say no if I gave you a way out," he pointed out. He grinned though, happy that Frankie seems to be going along with his plan. Fabian followed him back up to the dorms, and thought about what they could do. In truth, Fabian hadn't really decided what kind of adventure they were going to go on. He just wanted to get out of the dorms, to get out of Hogwarts, and to have something fun to do for a while. Summer had been fairly uneventful, and he'd missed having his friends around. And this was their last year, so they had to start it with a bang, obviously.

"Dunno yet," he answered as they were walking up the dormitory stairs. "I reckoned we'd just walk out the front doors and go from there." He shrugged with a mischievous look. "Course, we could go down to the village. Or we could go find Peeves and have him help us mess with the new firsties." Fabian threw himself back down on his bed, swinging his long legs as he thought and waited for Frankie to be ready to embark on their adventure. He was very restless, filled to the brim with nervous energy. Maybe he shouldn't binge eat an entire box of Bertie Bott's next time. It seemed to give him too much of a sugar rush. 

That alone made him think that staying in the castle wouldn't be enough for him. "Actually, mate, what say you to sneaking off to make trouble in Hogsmeade for a while?" he asked. He didn't really think Frankie'd be up for pranking firsties - that was something he'd have to do with Bilius or the Gideot. He'd have plenty of time for that. Fabian popped up off his bed again, and stood to walk over to the door and wait there when he tripped over a something (he thought it might've been his trunk, but there wasn't any way to be sure in this dorm) and nearly fell. He righted himself on Frankie's bed post with a laugh. "Are ya ready yet?" he asked, swinging around on the bed post as he waited for an answer.

[fabiansprewett]

Village Adventures || F-Squared

Fabian was bored.

This on its own was a rare occurrence, but it was also a very dangerous one. Because when Fabian Prewett got bored, there were very few spared from the following whining, pranking, and general nuisance that Fabian turned into when this happened. He'd flopped back on his bed at this point, after having bugged most of the common room and even done most of his homework and checked all his prank traps to see if any had been set off or anything. Only one of them had, which really didn't justify setting more. He sighed, looking at the curtains above his bed.

Was there anyone else that he could bother? He'd already searched the castle high and low for Gid, but that had proved futile. His twin seemed to have disappeared again, and Fabian was willing to bet his broom that Gid had taken another of his weekend get aways. Which Fabian was fine with, really; he just wouldn't liked to have been told about it beforehand. He didn't really like finding out that Gid was gone by not being able to find him. Fabian made a face and told himself to remember to mention that to Gid next time he saw him, but knew he'd forget between now and then. Fabian crossed his arms behind his head and was about to resign himself to truly not having anything to do when he looked to his left and saw Frankie's bed.

Frankie! Fabian jumped up and raced down the stairs to the common room, looking around for the Head Boy. He didn't see him at first and was about to head down to the library, when Frankie climbed through the portrait hole. Fabian strolled over and stood staunchly in Frankie's way. "Hullo, Frankie," he said, a devilish grin on his face. "What do you say about going on a little adventure?" he asked, a plan forming in his head. "Oh, and just so you know, if ya say no, I'm just going to drag you on the adventure anyway." He smirked.

[huffletonks]

Paying Up || Ted & Fabian

Ted glanced up at the clock. Almost time for Fabian to come on down to the kitchen for the end of this blackmail period. Not that Ted hadn’t enjoyed it in a weird way. Being at Hogwarts meant that he never had time to cook anything for himself. There didn’t seem much point when the house elves could make anything he wanted significantly better and faster than he could. Maybe with a little time he’d get better, but Ted doubted that would happen until after he graduated and was living on his own. So being able to make a bunch of random snacks and one final meal for Fabian had been a good experience. Besides, it was always much more fun to cook for someone else rather than just for yourself. 

The house elves had left him alone after the first twenty minutes. They said they didn’t mind sharing their kitchen domain, but Ted still felt a little bad. They had at least stopped trying to take over for him. As much as he knew they were trying to be helpful, he didn’t want to add to their workload. It was bad enough that they wouldn’t tell him where the ingredients were so that he had to ask them for anything he needed. He shrugged mentally. After tonight he could get out of their hair, ears, whatever they had. They hadn’t said anything to that effect, but he had a feeling they would be relieved to have this amateur out of their kitchen, feeding the people they wanted to feed themselves. 

Just then, Ted heard the portrait swing open. “Hey Fabian. Come in, pull up a chair. Rest your feet-though probably not on the table. I have a feeling the house elves would object to that, especially considering that you’re supposed to eat food off that table.” Ted walked over to the oven, checking on the food inside. “Maybe five more minutes and then you will be fed. Did you bring the poem?” Since that was the purpose for all of this, Ted would be more than a little put out if he had forgotten it or left it behind. It was Ted’s own fault that he’d managed to leave a poem he was trying to write for Dromeda in a class where anyone could pick it up and read it. It was his bad luck that that person happened to be Fabian. Still, by the end of tonight this would all be behind him. 

[fabiansprewett]

Fabian was lounging in the Gryffindor common room, biding his time until he was meant to head down to the kitchens. He had his feet propped up on the table in front of him, his chair leaned back, and his hands folded behind his head. He was the picture of leisure. At least, he was until a few of the younger students caught sight of him and came over, asking for pranking tips. He yawned, stretched, and gave them a look. "A true prankster never reveals his secrets," he said. They looked put out, but Fabian didn't relent, knowing Gid would have his head if he did. He shrugged with an air of apology, and got up.

He made his way to the portrait hole, and strolled down the corridors, not in any kind of hurry. As he walked, he passed a few people that he knew, and waved or clapped them on the back, depending on who they were. He even stopped to chat to a very harried looking Ravenclaw, who was in a tizzy about her friend, who'd walked into a trap and was stuck to a wall. The Ravenclaw had suspected it was a Prewett Twin Prank (which it was, to be fair), but Fabian didn't have the counterspell right then, so he didn't know what to tell her. He sent her in the direction of Gryffindor Tower, and told her to ask for Gideon, and continued on his way.

It didn't take him that much longer to make it to the Entrance Hall, and he veered off to the basement corridor that led to the kitchens. He was stood in front of the portrait of the fruit, and reached up to tickle the pair, laughing some himself. As soon as it swung open he climbed through, and saw Teddyboy. "Wotcher, Teddyboy!" he said in greeting. "Don't mind if I do," he said when he was offered a chair. However, he totally disregarded his warning at first, putting his feet up on the table. When one of the house elves that had emerged when he came in gave him a look, he took them off the table and propped them up on another chair. "I did," he told Teddyboy, the crumpled poem stuffed in his robes pocket. "Food first, though," he decided. "What'd ya make?"

[hogwarts1975memories-blog]

“Faby! Look at all the flowers! They’re even on my hat.”

“You know, Flowy Flo, I’m beginning to think you’re a flower.”

“Nonsense, I’m a person. Most of the time.”

Florence MacMillan, taken by a bewildered Fabian Prewett, circa 1975

[blithebiliusweasley]

Prank Times | Bil and Fab

[blithebiliusweasley]

Bil cackled. “Works like a charm!” he said to his friend as the farty sounds echoed throughout the classroom. “Sounds like a plan.” He responded, and began to charm the chairs. When he didn’t hear him continue, he looked up and saw that Fabian was looking concerned. “Nah, it’s nothing big. Just… I’m going to miss this place you know?” He answered. Fabian was one of his closest friends and this sort of pranking was traditional between the two. He realized this would be one of the last times it would be the same between them.

Soon, they wouldn’t see each other everyday. They would run into each other every now and then, say hello, catch up a bit, and then say goodbye for a long period of time. At this moment, Bilius began to realize what leaving Hogwarts really was; it was growing up and beginning life as an adult. He almost wanted to cry at that; no way was he fit to live on his own. He could barely work a dishwashing charm. He’d be alone, too. All of his lifelong friends would go in different directions and nothing would be the same again.

“Just think… Once we leave, we’re never coming back. Not really.” Bil explained. He hoped Fab wouldn’t think he was being a wuss, but he didn’t really expect him to. He was pretty considerate even if he didn’t expect so much thought from Bil. 

[fabiansprewett]

Fabian skirted one of his hands along the next desk, listening to Bil's confession. It was something that definitely hit home - Fabian had his own reservations about the impending school year end, and what that entailed. He hadn't divulged that information to anyone yet though, not wanting to be the one to bring the mood down, particularly with the Gideot. If Fabian had expressed his concerns, he was sure they'd be written off, at least at first. But now he wasn't the one confessing, he was the one listening. It was a better position, in his opinion.

"I know what you mean, Billyboy," he said, leaning back against the desk and crossing his arms over his chest. He surveyed the classroom, one of the few that he'd been in nearly every day of his education since a first year. Charms was a constant subject he'd taken all 7 years, and the classroom felt just as home as Gryffindor Tower did; though in a very different way, admittedly. It would be weird not being in the castle. In truth, Fabian didn't know what he was going to do after school, not really. He had an idea, but nothing was set in stone yet. 

Fabian was a bit surprised though, that Bil was expressing something like this. Bil wasn't the most... complex person, really. He was a lot like Gid, he drank a lot, he pranked a lot, and he generally bobbed his way through life. But that's what made Fabian think he was so serious right then: because he was a lot like Gid, and Fab had seen his twin get insecure more than Gideon would admit to. 

He sighed. "We could come back if we wanted to, to visit the castle and such. It wouldn't be that hard, with Hogsmeade so close. But you're right. We never are in the same way." He turned his face up, looking at the ceiling. He heard the telltale signs of the eager beavers beginning to queue up outside and he smiled. They weren't quite gone yet. "Come on, Billyboybob. Let's set the rest of this prank up before class starts. We gotta make the best of the time we got here, don' we?" He flashed a smile at Bilius, clapping him on the shoulder before turning to wave his wand and set a few more farting chairs. 

[blithebiliusweasley]

Prank Times | Bil and Fab

[blithebiliusweasley]

Bilius drew his wand from the pocket of his robes. It was a slim, dogwood wand of 11 inches. He remembered the charm he’d learned to do the prank effectively. “I sure do,” he responded to Fab. He moved towards the back of the room as suggested. “Gaseous Kineticous!” He exclaimed, pointing his wand at one of the chairs. 

The chair turned red, shimmering for a moment, and returned to its original wooden texture. Bilius turned his head slowly, looking at Fabian, raising his eyebrow. “Care to test it out, partner?” He smirked. Bil and Fab were always pulling these sort of pranks together. It made Bil feel excited and a bit sad at the same time. 

This was his seventh year; his last year at Hogwarts was almost over. No more pranks with the twins, no more messing with Arthur in the common room, no more parties on the Quidditch pitch… And what was he to do once he left? He recalled the Career Advising meeting he had with McGoogles. He was hopeless. There was barely anything he was interested in that was considered a “good career” and anything he did want to do was deemed “rash.” His poor, sickly mother worried for his future and he felt bad about it sometimes.

His smirk faded a bit, thinking of the future. He needed to stop; it almost made him feel depressed. He needed to just live in the moment and have fun pulling these pranks with one of his best friends.

[fabiansprewett]

Fabian pulled a face and narrowed his eyes a bit. Of course Bilius wanted to use Fabian as the tester. Why couldn't he sit on the damn chair and test it out himself? What it really boiled down to was that Fabian simply didn't want to be humiliated. But this wasn't about him, or about Bil, to be fair. They were setting the prank for other people to be embarrassed. So he really had nothing to lose. "Alright, but don't go thinkin' it was me that farted!" he warned, shoving a finger in Bil's face before hurrying to the back of the room where Bil was.

He sat down on the chair, and lo and behold, it farted, loud and disgustingly. Fab couldn't help but smirk. There was going to be a good bit of commotion following this prank indeed. He popped out of the chair, and turned to Bil. "Brilliant, it works!" he exclaimed. "Okay, you stay and work on the back chairs, and I'll go work on the front ones, and we'll meet in the middle. Sound good?" he asked. "I think we'll definitely be done before classes begin that way." But that was when he noticed Bil's face. It had fallen.

"Oi, you okay mate?" he asked, a tinge of concern in his voice. Bil wasn't a worrier, and Fabian didn't know him to be easily upset by things. It was a small fade in his smirk, and Fabian wasn't even sure if he should've asked about it. But now the question was out there, and he could always write it off as he wanted to know if Bil was okay with the prank, or teasing because it took him a minute to answer Fab's earlier question. 

[hogwarts1975memories-blog]

Gideon (left) and Fabian (right) Prewett taken by their mother circa 1963 

[hogwarts1975memories-blog]

“Florence, what on earth are you wearing?”

“My adventure shoes.”

Florence Macmillan standing on some boxes near the kitchens. Taken by Fabian Prewett as they prepared to go on an adventure, 1976

[fabiansprewett]

Facilitating Fralice || Frankie and Bane

[headboylongbottom-deactivated20]

“You’d have jumped too,” Frank mumbled, also noticing that Mortlake was rousing. Well, time to stop slacking. Standing up and moving over next to Fabian, Frank pulled his wand out again. He wasn’t going to try producing a patronus again just yet, though. He’d try again after he’d calmed down. “And of course I’m really going to talk to her,” Frank insisted, doing his utmost to make it sound like the truth. It most likely didn’t work, but hopefully Bane would let that go in favor of not dragging this conversation out any longer than it had to be. Frank raised his wand and attempted to find a happy memory before saying the incantation. This time, there wasn’t even patronus smoke. In its place was a very obvious nothing. Well, so much for maybe finding out how to actually produce a patronus today.

[fabiansprewett]

"No I wouldn't have," Fabian said easily. He wasn't a jumper. If he was, then being twins with Gideot would be very hard. He entertained the thought that perhaps he was a jumper, and just grown accustomed to not being one because of Gid, but decided that nah, that couldn't be true, and banished the thought from his head. His fox hadn't appeared when he tried last time, so he tried once more, and got a fox that was made of smoke, and thought that was pretty close to a corporeal patronus. As close as he was going to get, anyway.

"You'd better do," he warned. "If you don't, I'll go talk to little Ally-oop on my own." He said it as if it was a threat, but really, Fabian was excited about the prospect. It'd be interesting.

"Alright class!" Mortlake called across the room, which brought Fabian's attention back to reality. "Practical lesson is over. You've all done well on your patronuses, and you can expect we'll be practicing them more in the future. Lesson dismissed." She sat back down at her desk and pulled some papers towards her, watching her students pack up and file out.

"Oi, mate, I gotta go see Bil about a farting chair, so I'll catch up with you later, yeah?" he asked in Frankie's direction. Shoving his belongings in his bag recklessly, he hurried out of the class with a wave. "See you!"

[florence-macmillan]

Flowers, Felines || Flo and Fabian

Florence threw things out from under her bed with a strong sense of urgency. “Get back here!” she muttered as her arms grabbed towards a fat gray and white cat. The creature in turn gave an uncomfortable mew as the girl yanked it out from under the bed. “Okay, Noodles, c’mon, let’s go have some fun.” Almost understanding the girl, the cat meowed its disapproval. Not that Noodles was a grumpy cat really, it’s just he preferred sleeping over anything else.

Florence loved that cat dearly. She had the poor slob since he was a kitten when she found him at the train station and the nasty lady refused to listen to her when she said she had bought a two way ticket. In the end Florence had to buy another ticket and smuggle the kitten in her jumper. Luckily, the kitten liked to sleep a lot so she just seemed to have an amorphous stomach problem for the most part.

That cat loved the silly girl. It followed her around the house, it went with her on her crazy adventures. The cat meant a lot to the silly girl. It came with her to Hogwarts where it gained the love and admiration of her peers. Everyone knew Noodles the fat cat that wandered the halls and strolled lazily over any book you were reading and lounged across it awaiting a rub of the tummy or scratch of the ear. There were not many people who considered themselves friends of Flo, but it was hard not to love that cat just a little bit.

The eccentric girl carried the fat cat with her down the halls under one arm as she used the other hand to smooth her frazzled blonde mane. Her eyes flickered around for any sign of Fabian, maybe she would see him before he arrived at the Great Hall. She hadn’t of course, and soon found herself among the other lunch goers, her cat pawing hopefully at whatever food was on the table. “Stop it you cat!” Florence would say in a hurried whisper, unsure as to whether the cat was even allowed in the area. 

Luckily she found Fabian just in time. A long arm snatched a piece of food and rushed towards the freckled boy, slowly followed by the fat cat who meowed its request for food. “Hello Fabian, ready to go pick some flowers like a little girl?” she winked at him and nudged him with her elbow. The cat made its way to the boys feet and nuzzled it’s chubby body against his leg. Flo looked at the cat and then back at Fabian, “Silly one isn’t he? Let’s go! I don’t want to waste any time at all!” she grabbed his hand and sped off towards the entrance— the cat following lazily behind

[fabiansprewett]

Fabian was stood in the Gryffindor common room, yawning and scratching at his belly. He'd just woken up from his usual free period nap, and was still a bit drowsy. Not that he was ever a particularly fast waker anyway. He plopped down on one of the empty armchairs, leaning across it longways so his feet stuck out over the arm of the chair, and leaned back, watching the world from upside down. He took a breath and stretched before looking at his slightly battered watch that he got last May, and noticed that he was nearly late for lunch.

And not just for lunch, but he was suppose to meet up with Flowey Flo, and do something with her. Flowers? Fabian couldn't remember, but he trusted that with Florence around, it'd be an adventure. She was good for those, which is part of the reason they got along so well. Fab always got on with people who liked adventures and pranks and such. So Fabian hauled himself up, stretched again, and began his amble down from Gryffindor Tower to the Great Hall. 

It didn't take him too long to make the journey, and nearly as soon as he walked in he was found by Flowey Flo and her cat. Noodles was his name, if Fabian wasn't mistaken. Fabian laughed good naturedly. "Yep! Well 'most, I need something to eat," he said, and hurried over to the Ravenclaw table, which was nearest, and picked up a meat pie and a goblet of pumpkin juice, waving at the blonde boy who was sat at the end of the table with a far off look in his eyes. 

"Alright, let's go!" Fabian said, trying not to trip over Noodles as he stuffed the food in his mouth and followed Flowey Flo. "Where're we gonna find these flowers?" he asked as they were making their way outside. Sure, Hogwarts was covered with plantlife on its grounds, but he was curious as to whether or not she had a specific place or flower in mind. 

[blithebiliusweasley]

Prank Times | Bil and Fab

[blithebiliusweasley]

Bilius thought about it for a moment as he chewed his toast. “I say we do farting chair first, so that McGonagall can’t see us if she’s in the corridors right now. She’s bound to be there right before classes though, ya know?” He said thoughtfully. When it came down to pranks, Bil actually used his brain. He wasn’t a stupid boy; he was actually pretty clever when he wanted to be. He just needed the motivation. 

But school was another story; Bil didn’t feel like many of his classes were very practical. He liked DADA and Charms, but not Potions or Astronomy, no matter how attractive Professor Wilkins was. She was always nagging him anyway. Since he didn’t like most of his classes, he slacked. But he did enough to get by. 

Bil and Fab walked together stealthily towards their first class of the day; Charms. They figured they couldn’t get into too much trouble with Flitwick; first, he wouldn’t be able to tell who it was. And second, if he did, he’d just grunt and let them off with a “warning.” Admittedly, Bil had his fair share of warnings from the Charms professor.

[fabiansprewett]

"Brilliant," Fabian said, in approval of this plan. He definitely didn't want to get caught by McGoogles, no matter how much she secretly favored those on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. She wouldn't relent on them if they were setting a prank, especially one as vulgar as a farting chair. Well, Fabian didn't think it was too vulgar, he thought it was funny, but he was very confident that she'd not find it as amusing.

Smirking as they sneaked into the Charms room, Fabian looked around. It was empty of course, as everyone was down at breakfast, including Flitwick himself. He liked Bil's plan of choosing the Charms classroom, as Flitwick was probably the least likely to get incredibly mad at them. He stuffed the rest of his sandwich in his mouth, and perched on one of the desks as he chewed. "So d'you got the charm for this?" he asked. 

Fabian had the charm; he'd looked it up and tried it out on Frankie's study chair in the common room earlier that night. He really wanted to be around to see Frankie (or any other poor, unsuspecting Gryffindor) sit in the chair and get stared at as "they" farted really loudly while they studied. Because that would be incredibly hilarious. Downing the rest of his pumpkin juice, he hopped back off the chair and strode over to the desk at the front of the row, and waved his wand. "It'd be best to work front to back. They'll be noticed first, so we'll maximize embarrassment for people."

[fabiansprewett]

Dorm Happenings || Frankie and Fabian

[headboylongbottom-deactivated20]

Frank rolled his eyes as Bane stole some familiar-looking chocolate frogs from Gideon’s nightstand. Honestly, the amount of snack thievery that went on in this dorm would astound even the most roguish knaves. The longer this conversation went on, the less Frank wanted to be having it. And Bane’s staring was not helping anything at all.

However, Fabian’s speech wasn’t doing much help either. Rolling his eyes again, Frank said quite firmly, “Of course I’m sure it wasn’t a date.” However, he wasn’t sure at all now. There had been quite a few date-like activities that day, once he really stopped to think about it. But no. No. It hadn’t been a date. Date-like activities or no, nothing changed the fact that it hadn’t been a date. It was just two friends spending the day in Hogsmeade. Not a date.

This “assignment” of Bane’s was ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as the fact Fabian was giving Frank an assignment. However, Frank was not about to subject Alice to whatever Fabian would say on his behalf. It really could only lead to disaster. “All right, I’ll talk to her,” Frank said, hoping that would be enough to appease Fabian. And maybe, just maybe, with the threat of a Bane intervention, Frank would actually follow through with this. “I should get some work done, though.” Frank sprang up and gathered a few books and his bag up, pointedly avoiding Fabian’s gaze. “And haven’t you got an essay or something you’ve got to get done? Shouldn’t you be doing that instead of stuffing chocolate into your mouth?” With that, Frank started to shoo at Fabian, trying to get the boy away from what remained of his snack stash. The last thing Frank needed was to return from the library and have the rest of his sugar straws mysteriously missing.

[fabiansprewett]

"Sure it wasn't," Fabian muttered under his breath, not believing it for a second. Nor was he sold on the fact that Frankie would talk to Alice, but he reckoned he had to just take a leap of faith on the matter. He couldn't necessarily force Frankie to talk to her... but Fabian could keep pushing him, and even perhaps stage an intervention and just take matters into his own hands and go pester Alice on his own. That could prove interesting, though he was a bit apprehensive of the Frankie backlash if he did something like that. 

"You'd best talk to her," he said, cocking an eyebrow to show that he meant business. "It won't end well if you don't and I have to. Well... not well for you at least." He smirked again. At least, he smirked until Frankie started shooing him away. That was rather rude. Resisting the urge to pout, Fabian just sighed. "I probably do. There's lots of school work that I have that I should be doing, but wouldn't you rather stuff your mouth with chocolate than do work? It's a lot more fun." He shrugged. 

Fabian really did need to do some work though, he didn't want to fall behind, and with Gid causing the ruckus that he was, it wasn't likely he'd have too much freedom to do so. "But fiiiiiiiine," he whined. "I'll let you go do work." He turned around and flopped back on his own bed, propping his head up on his arms. "I might get around to some of my own after I take a nap. You've been excused." Fabian waved his hand in the direction of the door, effectively telling Frankie that the conversation was over in his own goofy way that would probably make Frankie annoyed, which was really Fabian's intention. He'd study after Frankie left.