Name Origin - Originates from the Roman Fabianus which comes from Fabius. It is a Roman family name derived from the Latin word 'faba', which means bean.
Nicknames - Fab
Age - 34
Birthday - January 15th 1947
Gender & Pronouns - Cis Male, he/him pronouns
Sexuality - Heterosexual
Relationship Status - Forever Single
Patronus - Unknown
Boggart - His brother dead
Wand Type
Occupation - Employee at the International Magic Office of Law
Affiliations - Order
Face Claim - Chris Evans
Key Information / Bio
The Prewett name is known as a Pureblood family but they couldn't be further down the ranking within the community if they wanted. And that was okay with them; Pureblood was a riddiculous thing anyways. And that is how the children were raised.
Fabian was born as the first one of a set of twins. Gideon followed shortly after and two completely different boys were brought into the world. Growing up to Fabian didn't necessarily mean having fun. He followed Gideon but he was never the instigator of a prank.
When he was five, their sister Molly was born and a stint of protectiveness over his younger siblings - despite it only being a few minutes - was born. From a young age on he felt the responsibility of looking after the two of them.
Many would call Fabian the serious one from the twins and that was no problem to him. He would go along with the pranks of his brother, but he would also focus on his grades and getting somewhere in life, finding a position in which he would be able to protect them.
It wasn't much of a surprise when Fabian ended a desk job in International Law at the Ministry. He focused on his job completely and later on the Order too, leaving no space for his social and romantic life at all. Forever single is the way he describes himself and he is okay with that.
A quick indication from the lady at the front desk, Charity made her way to level 5 of the building, looking for the office of International Magical Law. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for, but at least she was determined to get an answer of sorts. "Excuse me," the witch said as she knocked gently on a door and walked into one of the offices. "I'm looking for a Mr. Prewett?"
At the sound of the knock against his door, Fabian looked up from the paperwork that he had been working on. He leaned back in his seat at the sight of the young woman who had walked into his office. "You have found him. But maybe I have forgotten, but I can't remember to have an appointment with you, miss Burbaby," he told her, remembering her from a while back where they had talked about his brother being a better 'friend to take to an event' than him. "How can I help you?"
“There’s no way that’s true.” Clyde frowned, not liking that thought at all. Nature did some fucked up things, sure, but it wouldn’t make people allergic to ferrets. … Would it? Maybe he could get an intern to research it. Interns never asked questions.
“Life must be blissfully easy for you, then.” Clyde couldn’t imagine not having a single question plaguing him at night. It just wasn’t possible. There were too many things he needed to keep track of, to manage.
"Is anyone's life ever blissfully easy?" Fabian asked the other man as he looked at the ferret once more to see what it was up to. "I don't think that is ever the case." If there were people who had that... He would love to swap places with them.
"Alright, despite the fact that it was nice to meet you and your ferret... I probably have to get going again."
"Because he's your twin, right?" Amelia asked with a small smile. She had heard people say that twins naturally had a deeper connection than standard siblings, but had often wondered how true that actually was. Without experiencing it for herself, she also couldn't decide if it was a good or bad thing to have.
"I suppose it's only fair that I eventually stop dismissing the idea to see if there is something there." She replied with a small nod. He was right, despite her reservations she couldn't deny that Gideon did deserve the chance. "And I agree, this is an incredibly odd conversation to be having and we should definitely move on." She chuckled. "Tell me about you. What's going on in your life at the moment?"
Fabian nodded to confirm her statement; because Gideon was his twin. He knew him like the back of his hand. "Don't ask me to explain how it works. I still have no clue myself."
It was all that he could've asked for, when Amelia said that she could eventually stop dismissing the idea. "Great, that's all I can hope for in the end."
Luckily for them, the subject of the conversation shifted to a more comfortable one. "I am going to be giving you the most boring answer there is; my life has contained from work and trying not to be a stranger to my family. Neither of them are going too great at the moment. How about you?"
"Really? I guess I missed the vote, because I definitely would've voted for you," she teased. If they were meant to be on a date, Mary wanted to get a good time out of this. Fabian was a nice guy and there was no reason to at least believe this was a date to those who were around them. "Oh, I see," she nods, thinking she understands what's going on. "Please don't tell me you're married to your job. You're a good guy...this might sound lame, but who wouldn't want to be on a real date with you right now? Do you...like anyone?"
"I think you might have been one of few who would've taken that vote," Fabian pointed out to the woman in front of him. He definitely wasn't know for having fun. Before he could answer Mary's next question, the waiter was standing next to their table to get their drink order. He ordered a firewhiskey and once the waiter left again, Fabian finally answered. "I'm afraid I'm guilty. I mean, being married to the job." He had been even before the war had started already. By now it was just a part of him. "There's not really someone in my life at the moment I want to get to know better. How about you? There must be better people to go on a date with than me?"
"I wouldn't say those two are closely related, cowards give up fighting, a realist knows that without resistance we would accomplish nothing." He saw the fighting against the death eaters as important, sitting back and letting them take over, hurt people, kill people, simply because they deem their blood less worthy? It was ridiculous. "Good idea. We are becoming uncles again. By this rate Mol will make me go broke whenever it's time to buy christmas presents."
"I didn't even mean us becoming uncles again, but you are right about that." Christmas or birthday presents were becoming an expensive business. "I meant more that we need to visit her more often. I was there the other day and she hasn't seen us - apart or together - in way too long. We can't do that again." And he was a part of that as well, he couldn't stay away from his sister for this long again.
"Well if you change your mind do let me know. I'd love to help you out if I could, since you're doing me such a big favor." Greta knew he could just be a nice guy and help her out for the sake of it, she helped people all the time without expecting anything in return, but still she thought it should be said that he could count on her if he needed to.
"She has a gift. I'm better at the theoretical side of it, I like coming up with recipes and testing and perfecting them." She'd been good at potions at school, but baking was different to potions and different to cooking. Especially when it was professional desserts.
"I don't know if it's one thing necessarily or accumulation of things. I've lost my mother when I was a child and my dad was too young to properly take care of me, so he sent me off to live with my grandparents. He's not the best at keeping in touch." She shrugged softly. He had been overwhelmed with raising a magical kid by himself. "I'm an only child and my cousins lived far away so I didn't see them often. My grandparents were great of course and they never made me feel lonely, but since they passed a couple years ago I've been living with Alara. This is the first time I'm living alone and i guess I just feel lonely?"
A simple nod was all that Fabian gave Greta, because there was nothing else to say. No one seemed to be giving in regarding owing something to the other, simply for helping out.
"You would think that someone who has written a book about something edible, would be able to cook or bake with it too," Fabian said to the woman in front of him. Although cheese didn't really seem the greatest thing to put into cakes or pies. Which was what the bakery was famous for after all.
The man silently listened to the story behind the woman in front of him. Being alone was so comfortable to him, that it was hard to understand how feeling alone was exactly. "Do you think Alara will return to the apartment and the bakery again?"
Clyde looked and felt deeply offended. He bent down to pick up Bonnie, cradling her to his chest. She was way cuter and smarter than any silly cat. And far less likely to break his valuable things on purpose. When Bonnie broke things it was an accident.
"Consider, ferrets don't make people sneeze or break out in hives." He countered, kissing her small head and she tried to worm her way into his shirt sleeves. "What kind of questions keep you up at night, then? I can't imagine you think too hard about most things."
Apparently he had said the wrong thing because the man in front of him did not seem too please about the fact that he had compared cats to the ferret in front of them. "I'm certain that some people will be allergic to ferrets as well," Fabian pointed out to him, probably making it worse for him.
"Not many questions keep me up at night." A big lie. His sleep was not a lot these days, because he kept thinking of the things that had to be done or what he had to do to protect his family. But that was something this other man did not need to know.
While Alice was normally a very patient person, it was different when it came to her pregnancy, she was too excited, too curious about her baby to sit back content and wait until he was born. There was still so much to do until then, they had about two months to go. While her cravings were less strong now, this morning she had gotten the intense desire to get ice cream. Who was she to deny her baby what he wanted? So there she was, walking through diagon alley early in the day with an ice cream cone when she felt eyes on her. "Don't judge me. He's been wanting ice cream for days now."
It had been an early morning for Fabian, getting some early shopping in before getting to work. It was quite the surprise to find Alice in front of the ice cream parlor already having an ice cream while this was certainly not the time for it yet. A grin was on his face when he was caught looking at his friend. "I am not judging." The man paused for just a moment before continuing speaking. "Okay, maybe I am a little but as a not-pregnant-man, I suppose I can't judge about it at all. How are you doing, Alice? Have you had to give up work yet?"
"And tell me, does your job leave you dealing with the public often?" she asked with a smile. She found that a poor bedside manner rarely stopped such blunt men having public facing jobs. "I like to shop local," she started to explain again as she faced him again. "It's my birthday in a couple of weeks and I like to get an early start on buying decorations and whatnot."
"Quite a lot, actually. But they are all politicians." That probably explained why he was too direct to start with. It was either going behind someone's back in politics or just be straight to the point about it all. "I think you are able to decoration the entire house like this," he pointed out as he motioned towards the bags she was carrying.
What an odd situation this was. If it had been one of her friends telling her about this happening she might have found it an amusing situation to be faced with, but it was an entirely different thing to be in the middle of it.
"I suppose, when you put it that way." Amelia replied with a small nod. She never would have considered it before, because she'd never thought that Gideon would have seen her as anything more than a friend, but Fabian did have a point - there had never been a time when she'd felt she couldn't be anything but herself when around his brother.
Amelia smiled and thanked the waiter when they appeared to drop off their drinks before returning her attention to the wizard in front of her. "Did he tell you that? How long have you known?" She couldn't help it, she was too curious not to ask.
"He hasn't told me," Fabian admitted to the woman across from him. Gideon hadn't need to. Unless his 'twin radar' was completely off, he just knew. The connection with his brother was a strange one to others. It was normal to the both of them.
"Let's just say that I know. I can't explain how." He knew that he was rather mysterious like this, but it was up to his brother to give more details regardin everything.
"Alright, I just hope you give him a chance. Other than that I would say we've spoken enough about that brother of mine," he said with a smile to the woman.
"Does that make you the boring or the fun twin?" Mary teased, taking great joy in taking a backseat in whatever situation she found herself in. It was the least she could do. "Well, what dates do you usually go on?" Mary made sure to make eye contact with the server and ask for the drink menu. "We'll start with the first fact you'll tell your brother. You're paying for this. I guess Gideon should also know how it went. We can probably get to that in the end. So, why does your brother feel the need to set up a date for you?"
"I think many will say I'm the boring twin and Gideon is the fun twin." He leaned back in his seat and he had to smile when the woman in front of him pointed out that he was going to be paying. "I don't think I would've let myself walk out of here without paying. I'm a bit old school when it comes to that. But when it comes to dates... I don't go on dates." It had been a very, very long time since he had last been on a date. "So I guess that is the reason why my brother felt the need to do this."
"You talk as if we're already dead. We will survive this war. The good side will come out on top. If we think like this why bother fighting at all? For what future are you fighting if you're actively preventing yourself from having one? Losing a loved one is horrible, but stopping yourself from letting someone in because you're afraid to lose them- that's cowardice. And I did not think you a coward."
Fabian wanted to point out that it was not close to being dead yet, but that didn't sound like the best way to go. His brother was clearly trying to bring him onto other thoughts, but it wasn't really working. "I'm not a coward. I'm a realist, Gideon. But surprisingly, those two things are so very close to one another these days." The man leaned back in his seat and pushed some of the papers in front of him away. "You know what, let's get out of here. Enough papers for now. We have something else to talk about. Namely our sister."
"Life is short. You need to do what's good for you." He was never one to panic about the state of the world or dramaticise the situation, but he knew that things weren't looking good, anyone with a good head on their shoulders saw it. They didn't know how the future looked and while he was risking his life every day to provide a better future, he knew that every day could be his last. That meant he didn't want to live a life with regrets, he wanted to actually live instead of holding himself back. "I just think bearing the heaviness of the war is easier if you've got someone by your side."
Their views regarding the war and getting through it was completely opposite. "It might be easier, but it also means leaving someone alone during a war that is already hard enough, which makes it even worse by losing a loved one." Death was such a common thing in these days, people disappeared everyday. Fabian did not want to do that to someone. People deserved better than to mourn him during the middle of a war if he didn't make it.
"Are you sure?" She bit her lip, hesitantly. Greta was grateful for his help, anything beat being alone and he was good company, he had this sort of calming presence around him. This quiet certainty.
"I suppose that would be wise. Perhaps we're better of not decorating them, I'm really bad at making it look cute. I'm better at making it taste good. You know, I would settle with edible. That's enough for me." She admitted with a chuckle. Aim low, reach high, right?
"I have. She's been staying with Sirius. So I've had the apartment to myself a lot. I mean, it's great that she's safe, I'm glad about that, it's just- I'm not good at being alone, I guess."
"Very sure," Fabian confirmed once more. It was nice of the woman that she wanted to help out. In the end... He was too dependent on himself unless he could gain something out of this beneficial to him or the Order.
"I think the people going to this bakery will settle for edible as well. I mean... Unfortunately, we are not as good at all of this as the original owner." It made him curious if Alara was deciding on returning to this place or not. He understood that the Selwyn had enough to think about, but this wasn't exactly fair to Greta either. Thoughts he thought better not to voice out loud.
He listened to the woman who confessed not being good at being alone. "What is it that makes it hard? Being alone, I mean."
