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♛ Gideon Prewett ♛ Primadonna Gid | Gryffindor Alumni Twin | Brother | Uncle Protective Took me long enough.

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The thing about acting is that it’s something I did as a kid, but I never thought I could do it seriously. Then suddenly it’s your career but you still feel like a fifteen-year-old messing around after school. There is a Peter Pan thing going on.

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"She was a princess, who lived in a tower. But then she met a boy, a stable boy really, who bet too much, and who dragged her on adventures around the castle. And they fell in love, and he was going to marry her when a war started and the princess and the stable boy had to fight.

But then the princess realised she was going to have a baby, and told the stable boy who wanted to marry her and to tuck her away from the fighting. But the princess had other ideas in mind - and then the princess had her two babies, and they were beautiful things - but the princess was tired, and she fell into a deep sleep that she didn’t wake up from. So her stable boy moved her to a castle in the sky, where she’s waiting for him, and for her two babies to come see her again.”

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Eddie Redmayne: too British for his own good (x)

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A short laugh can’t help but burst from her lips as she see’s Ollie’s expression upon learning Gideon’s a Falcon’s supporter. She’s never understood the game herself; yes, it took some skill to maintain the balance, but what was the entire point of shooting balls into hoops and catching flying objects? Not to mention that it was extremely dangerous and brutal - the beaters could knock a person out for a week if the shot was aimed right. Her hand reaches to make contact with his, and she rubs her thumb ever so gently across the bumps of his knuckles - as if she’s scared that touching him any firmer will cause him to fly away from her. 

“The Falcons haven’t won the League twenty-two times, though,” Ollie argued, his blue-grey eyes sparkling with admiration. Finally, someone educated he could talk to. “and the only reason those beaters’re interesting is ‘cause they like to smack people out of the sky with their bats instead of their bludgers. Puddlemere’s got class, you know, and style. They don’t need to whack people outta the air to win.” The words fly out of her littlest brother’s mouth, and Emmeline’s eyes widen with how candidly he speaks. It’s the only time he’ll get to do this before we leave for Hogwarts, she thinks sadly, allowing him to say what he wants without pause. It’s not like Mother will let him do anything he wants to. 

Ollie pulls a face at the mention of the Tornadoes. ”Ew,” he begins, wrinkling his nose childishly. “I don’t know why people like them now; they were only good ages ago. All the good people have retired - or gone to Puddlemere.” Her brother laughs, a high-toned sound that makes her shy smile widen. "Right."

The exchange between Oliver and Gideon makes her more than happy; she squeezes Gid’s hand and gives him an encouraging nod to reassure him. Taking her Ollie’s hand with her free one, she breaks off the conversation about Quidditch to discuss something else. I’ve g-got to get supplies f-for Hogwarts. If you don’t h-ha—

Her brother cuts her off, extremely excited at the prospect of having his new Quidditch friend coming along. "Please come! It’s so boring watching Emmy buy hundreds of books!" Emmeline’s cheeks fade back into a blush. 

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The sound of her laugh causes him to tuck his tongue into his cheek, and his fingers slide easily into her grip in turn as he keeps up his end of the conversation with the youngest Vance. Mate, mate, mate, you've got it completely wrong - the beater's are some of the most integral parts of the whole thing. Without someone to knock the wind outta people, where would the chasers be? The seekers? Hmm? Only thing I will concede to Puddlemere is that they do have some of the best flyers in the league - but my loyalty remains steadfast to the Falcon's, mate. If you can't beat 'em, just plain beat 'em.

Gideon pulls a face as well, agreeing with Oliver. I know - it's all sheep-work, or something, the Tornadoes fanbase. Load of bollocks, really. He grimaces, scrunching up his face as he silently curses his mouth. Don't repeat that, your sister might just murder me in m'sleep. Be a rather horrid way to die, in your beds. Rather go out fighting, m'self. Raise a bit o' hell, kick some ars-butt, with Fab - my twin. He says the last part more for Oliver's benefit than anything else, and nods his head thoughtfully.

Gid's eyebrows raise as Vancey interjects, and the lanky ginger shrugs, pushing back his hair. Well, who'm I to say no to such an offer? Hmm? After all, someone's gotta keep Vancey from turning into an actual, proper bookworm - can't have her eating her books now, can we mate? And gotta leave some books for the rest of us, a'right Vancey? He digs her in the side lightly, chuckling a little at the blush as he ducks his head to press a kiss lightly to her cheek. Sure, why not? Be nice to see Vancey in her natural habitat - plus, we can chat some more about Quidditch, right mate? He turns his head to Oliver and offers him a wink. And between the two of us, I'm sure we can get her out of the book shop a moment or two quicker than usual. 

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