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Gideon Prewett || 33 || A Brave Warrior

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How to Win Friends and Influence People || Gideon & Remus ||September 30th, 2016 || Modern Muggle AU

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His friends were driving Remus bloody mental. The phone hadn’t stopped buzzing during the entire lecture as text messages kept coming in through the group chat. It was probably Marlene and Sirius bickering again over something stupid and insignificant, with James sticking his nose in from time to time just to feed the fire. Really, by now Remus was fighting the urge to leave the classroom in search for his so called mates just to scream at them to shut the fuck up. It was an impractical, senseless urge of course, but he wanted to all the same.

He turned the phone so that screen was facing the surface of his desk, and tried once again to concentrate on what today’s lecture guest was saying, even though by  now he was really just closing up his speech. It had been a fascinating lecture, to be honest. It had already been quite surprising when their teacher announced they’d be having a guest that was part of the high government of the country. Gideon Prewett had been a student at Oxford, receiving classes from Professor Dumbledore just as they did now. Now he was one of Minister Bagnold’s most trusted advisors. It was notorious indeed, considering the man was just in his thirties.

And if the man wasn’t already interesting enough, his lecture about government relations, including international cooperation and general government managing had Remus listening with an almost childish fascination.  The mixture of anecdotes and stories, political theory, but most of all practice was something that had his mind swimming with possibilities. Not to mention questions. He’d had to write them down on the corner of his notebook or else he would’ve certainly forgotten.

Between the class lecture and his friends that seemed content to ignore the concept of silence, the young man wasn’t even aware of those ten minutes that were stolen from his lunch break. As his classmates hurried out of the room, eager to eat and gossip, Remus lingered, encouraged by Prewett’s offer to answer individual questions after class.

The buzzing of his phone suddenly became even more insistent, the argument probably reaching its highest point. Remus rolled his eyes and groaned to himself.

While he waited for Professor Dumbledore and Gideon Prewett to finish his conversation, Remus opened the chat group and finally poured out the anger and frustration towards his friends that had been building inside him since the beginning of the class:

“READ HERE. I DON’T CARE WHO IS AN ASSHOLE, WHO IS A BITCH AND WHO IS THE BLOODY QUEEN OF FUCKIN’ ENGLAND HERE. I’VE JUST HAD NEARLY TWO HOURS OF A LECTURE I REALLY WANTED TO PAY ATTENTION TO BUT I KEPT GETTING DISTRACTED BY YOUR PETTY LITTLE BRAWLS. GET OVER YOURSELVES, MATURE AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

That should do it. With a satisfied grin, he shoved the phone back inside his back. A different sound had caught his attention, a low grumble that came from somewhere beside him. Remus turned his head sharply and found himself looking straight into the eyes of the giant dog that accompanied Mr. Prewett. He felt his whole body tense slightly. The animal was huge. Huge and staring straight back at him, its mouth hanging slightly ajar. One snap of those jaws and Remus was sure his bones would’ve been reduced to splinters.

“He’s going to kill me. I’m going to die as some rabid dog’s lunch meal. Bloody hell, why are you not running you idiot!?”

The dog leaped forward…and pushed his big wet snout under the palm of Remus’s hand, licking it twice before nipping it playfully with its teeth, though not hard enough to hurt. The young man blinked in surprise at the creature’s wiggling tale (wiggling self would be more precise). The shocked expression was replaced by a faint, amused grin and Remus dared to pat the animal’s head, feeling stupid for having believed even for a second that it was going to hurt him. Dogs, for some reason, always ended up being quite fond of him.

The beast barked at him almost playfully, and pushed his nose inside Remus’s pockets, sniffing eagerly. Remus’s grin turned into a knowing smile as he struggled to push the dog off.

“Ah, you found my dirty little secret, didn’t you? Smart boy” he laughed, grabbing the chocolate bar he kept inside his pocket, certainly the object of the dog’s attention “I’m afraid I can’t share this with you, mate, unless you want to end up spending the night at the vet’s with a colossal stomach ache. You wouldn’t like that, would you boy?”

Gideon was a little surprised to find himself surrounded by students mere moments after finishing his lecture. His talk couldn’t have been all that exciting, could it? He hadn’t even prepared too much for it. Only made some notes on the major foreign issues they were currently dealing with and decided to wing it. He would have written down more notes but his brother had decided to drop in unexpectedly yesterday and crash at his place. They’d been talking until late and Gid never managed to prepare his lecture.

He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket again. Dammit Fab, what was so important? His fingers were itching to check and make sure everyone was indeed alright. With this family you never knew. They were a dysfunctional mess, but a loveable one.

Gideon tried to answer the questions of his audience as best as he could without getting into too much detail. He still had to get back to Downing Street sometime today and he wanted to grab lunch before he got on the train back to London. The students were eager and attentive, more than he used to be at their age. Gideon smiled lightly, remembering his own days at Oxford and how much of a nuisance he found having to attend classes to be sometimes. He’d still enjoyed his time here and had learned a great deal, especially from Professor Dumbledore. But somehow this new generation seemed much more enthusiastic about their education. They also seemed much less entitled than he’d been.

As Gideon wrapped up his explanations he tried to subtly check his phone. 7 new text messages from his brother and one reminder of his assistant that he needed to be back in London by 3:30pm for a briefing and if he’d like a change of clothes before that. Gideon quickly confirmed before opening the conversation with Fab.

9:56

where r u??

10:02

u r out of bacon

10:02

and cereal…

10:08

do u have ANYTHING in ur kitchen besides coffee???

10:10

found cheese in the fridge!! :)

10:11

it’s disgusting… :(

10:47

can u bring bacon?

Gideon groaned but was secretly relieved that the only thing that was wrong was the apparent lack of food in his kitchen. The crowd was slowly dissipating so he took a moment to shoot a quick text back.

won’t be back before tonight. order a pizza?

When he looked back up he noticed a young, tall man standing in front of Ollie and eyeing the dog suspiciously. Gideon watched the scene carefully. He knew, Ollie would never seriously hurt anybody who wasn’t a threat to his master, but he’d been trained for a specific purpose and one of his many tasks as Gid’s service dog included crowd control. Gideon didn’t necessarily like strangers getting too close to him and sometimes it was just too much and he needed a break. Ollie sensed when that happened, and sprung into action, usually by just creating a barrier between Gideon any everybody else with his own body. But sometimes, when someone got a little too excited, he’d growl. And with a dog his size, a growl could be terrifying.

This time however, Ollie did something entirely unexpected: he leaped forward, and with a rather energetic shove of his head, demanded to be pet. Gideon was torn between amusement at the boy’s surprise and disgruntlement of his dog’s disobedience. Technically Ollie wasn’t supposed to interact with people unless Gideon gave the go-ahead, or he was ‘off duty’. Gid hoped that this would be a one time thing, otherwise he should probably contact his dog trainer.

“Oh no.” Gideon laughed and gently tapped the dog’s head to make him back off. “He most certainly doesn’t want that. And me neither. We both hate the vet’s, don’t we, Ollie?” Ollie looked up at Gideon and whined, tail between his legs as if he’d understood him. Their last trip to that dreaded place had left both man and beast traumatised.

Turning towards the boy in front of him Gideon gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, he’s usually better behaved. Now. What can I do for you?”

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What are your opinions on marriage? Do you see yourself married anytime? Do you see yourself having children in the future?

Two people finding each other and promising to never let go of one another is one of the most beautiful things in the world. I’d like to think I'll find someone for myself one day but I’m not sure. Maybe it’s just not meant to happen for me. But yes, I think I’ll have children. Soon, hopefully. I’ve actually promised myself that if I couldn’t find anyone to have them with by the time I turn 35 I’ll just do it on my own and adopt them. 

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World of Tomorrow || Gideon & Alice || January 2nd, 1980

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Alice was staring at her desk. She had been for a while. It was obvious that there was something horribly wrong with it, but she couldn’t make up her mind about what that thing was. After a while she pushed at the files lying on her table. She began sorting them, first in alphabetical order and then in order of urgency, and five minutes later she moved on to her quills and ink, making perfect rows of each. There was still something that didn’t feel quite right.

That was when she realised she hadn’t cleaned her desk that day. Once the thought entered her mind it was impossible to ignore. Even though she tried to overlook the bacteria crawling on top of her desk they would soon reach her clothes, and then her skin. Fortunately most of her coworkers were either out on assignments or at lunch, so she had time to herself that would avoid awkward conversations and looks.

It took longer than she thought to be satisfied with the result. She didn’t know how long she’d been sitting there when all of a sudden her watch chimed from her pocket and she jumped up from her seat and hurried to put her outer robes on.

Alice arrived at the exact time they’d agreed upon and waited patiently for Gideon to arrive. She tried to collect her thoughts and focus on the joy of meeting her friend somewhere other than the Order meetings. After a few minutes she took a look around and raised her eyebrows when she saw Gideon waiting, just a few feet away from her. “Gideon,” she said with a wide smile as she walked up to him. “Did Eric get you here on time?” There was a slightly teasing tone to her voice to make sure that Gideon wasn’t offended.

While Gideon waited he made a mental list of things he still had to do before the weekend. Like order new background checks on all his staff members, get a new security team for Millicent assembled and approved, draw up an ageda for their first few weeks in office and list everything by priority. 

Luckily he didn’t have to bother unpacking boxes in his new office on top of that. When he’d gotten in this morning, it had been fully furnished, all the boxes had been unpacked, everything was in its place. Even the many photographs and his nephews paintings had been carefully arranged, with his favourites on his desk. Gideon wasn’t quite sure what he’d done to deserve his new assistant, but he was sure as hell not letting him go anytime soon.

A familiar voice pulled him back into reality and Gideon looked up, a wide smile spreading on his face when he recognised his friend. “Alice!” he exclaimed and leaned in to give her a brief hug and kiss both her cheeks. “I didn’t even see you there, I must have shut off for a moment there.”

He grinned at Alice’slight jab and held out the secoúnd cup for her to take. “Almost, he would have if I hadn’t ignored his first four attempts to do so. Here, this is for you. I don’t know why, but he apparently knows how you like your tea, too. How are you? Ready to go shopping?”

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You Will Still Be Here Tomorrow || Cyprian & Fabian || December 6th, 1979

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Fabian was working a long shift at the Leaky. He’d already been shouted at twice, broken a glass and had a kid spill his juice on his shoes. Needless to say, he was looking forward to home and a stiff drink. He glanced at his watch and sighed in resignation. he still had hours left. Luckily his lunch break was coming up.

He was just drying a glass and putting it away on the shelf when a familiar voice hit him like a brick wall. He rose from his crouching position slowly, face giving none of the shock he was feeling away. Instead, he looked at his father with cold indifference. He hadn’t spoken to his father in well over a year, and part of that was definitely Fab’s fault, but was going to push all that guilt onto his father regardless. There might have been a reason they’d stopped talking, but Fab had long forgotten and all that was left now was generalised anger and old feuds they’d never quite resolved. 

“Father.” He greeted stiffly. He didn’t respond to the anecdote, didn’t want to engage in anything more than necessary. His father couldn’t just spring a visit on him with no warning after a year. “What are you doing here?” He asked, putting down his towel and stepping away from the bar. It was now his lunch hour and he resented the fact that he’d have to spend it talking awkwardly with his dad. 

He looked over at his boss and he gave him the nod that said go ahead and take your lunch break. Fabian looked back at his father. “Uh, come into the back room, we can talk there.” Honestly, he didn’t really want to do this in public. He was glad to the excuse to get out of sight of all the customers. 

Cyprian’s smile took on a sad note at the younger man’s obvious tension. He probably deserved this. He and Fabian rarely communicated anymore and it wasn’t his son’s fault. Cyprian knew of his mistakes, he could recall every single moment he’d gone wrong in all his children's’ lives. They were way too many. With Fabian he’d often wished he could go back, change this thing or  fix the other. But they were here now and all he could do was maybe make a step forward this time, instead of three backwards.

“Well I guess I wasn’t really expecting a warm welcome.” he muttered under his breath before addressing Fabian again. “I was at the hospital to check on your brother and then I thought I’d come to see you. Have a chat, see how you’re doing. You look tired, Fabian.” It was shocking, really. Cyprian found himself wondering, if it was really just the strain of the war showing on his younger son’s face, or if there was something else.

Cyprian remembered Fabian as a child, happy and carefree, with that mischievous glint in his eyes and always able to make his father laugh. No one could make him laugh like Fabian did. There was still a ghost of that glint , when one looked close enough, but there were also lines there that Cyprian hadn’t expected. He hated that his children were fighting a war when, in his mind they were still barely more than that: children. He remembered their births, holding them for the very first time, remembered each of their first words, their first signs of magic, the heartbreaking moment of sending them off to Hogwarts for the first time. He knew he’d never managed to be the father they deserved, but he still loved them with all his heart.

“Fabian, wait.” he reached out but was too far away to actually touch his son and hold him back. “That back room will be stuffy and you look like you could use some fresh air. How about we take a little walk along the river instead? Maybe find some other place to eat along the way? Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure whatever you’re getting here is fantastic but I assume it can get a little monotonous every now and then.”

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Coffee and chats II Gideon & Dorcas II 7th of December 1979

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“They should do something to make hospitals more lively. Happier colours, playing music or letting animals walk the halls,” Dorcas mused, wrapping her hands around her cup as she leaned back in her chair. To be fair, she had never been at a hospital for more than a day at the most, but she could understand it getting boring pretty quick. If Doe ended up with a prolonged stay at one, she would probably pay the nurses to put her in a room with someone else, just so she could have someone to chat with. 

Dorcas took another sip of her coffee with a grin. Had she not been operating on minimal amount of sleep,she would have opted for the tea but this kept her going for longer. Perhaps she would finally get a proper night of sleep for once, although she somehow doubted that. 

“No coffee and no smoking? Maybe it´s a new sort of motivational tactic- be good and take your medicines so that you can get well quicker and then get the hell out of here?” While Dorcas had never been one for smoking, she would never judge anyone for it, least of all Gideon- one of her closest friends. The job they had was… stressful, and there were worse ways to relax. 

She tensed as Gideon coughed. While he put a brave face on, she knew him well enough to see the lightly masked pain beneath and it killed her. She was torn between finding a way to ease his pain -something, anything- and hunting down the bastards that did this to him. For this she would not mind the repercussions; nobody was allowed to hurt him. 

But she made herself smile, because that was what needed. Normal. Easy. The way she always did it. “Oh, I can handle Gary. Just haven´t decided how though- I´ll keep you updated on the situation since you can´t stop by the studio at the moment.” She gave a crooked grin as she reached for the box of chocolates as well, taking one out while ignoring that she had already eaten half the box. “If At is busy, I can always bring over an old one from WNN. Merlin knows we have at least fifteen dusty old radios just hanging about- I don´t even know why they are there! Nobody would miss one. Maybe I´ll even take the canary yellow one, just to brighten this room up a bit. Watcha think?”

“Nah, I ended up almost missing the entire thing. I was off checking corridors when everything happened, by the time I got to the action it was almost over. Ran into a few men in masks, ´twas nothing really. Got a few scratches, was healed up the day after.”

Dorcas hesitated, her smile fading slightly as she looked down on him. He was alive, that was what she had told herself over and over to keep going the past few days. He was alive, he would heal, that was what mattered. Still. “Gid, I´m sorry. I should have been there, you know? I should have had your back when you needed it and I wasn´t.”

“No pets allowed in the hospital. I already asked.” Gideon complained miserably. “I wanted my sister to bring Ollie over but the healers refused. Said it’s against hygiene guidelines or something. As if my dog is dirty.” he hadn’t been thrilled hearing that he couldn’t have the dog with him. Ollie would have given him a sense of security, would have made this all half as bad and make it feel a little bit like home. He hated being separated from the large mutt and not having him him around had kept Gideon anxious and on edge for the past few days. He strongly believed that if they would just let him have the dog, he’d heal twice as quickly.

Dorcas being here made Gid relax just slightly. The worst parts of his stay were the long hours when he was all alone in his room, with nothing to do but try and read novels, nap or stare at the walls. His family tried to visit as much as they could, even his father had dropped by, although Gid only remembered about a third of that visit. But they all had their own lives and responsibilities and were caught up in the clean-up of the attack. Fab seemed to have a little more time and interest in him lately, though, so that was definitely a plus.

“If it is it’s definitely working. I’d kill for a smoke.” How exactly keeping him from smoking was supposed to help anybody was beyond Gideon. It only made him cranky and therefore more exhausting to deal with for the nurses and healers. But the caffeine was a relief and he could already feel it affect him and make him more alert, but maybe that was just psychosomatic.

Gideon noticed how Dorcas tensed up at his obvious display of discomfort and was quick to give her a reassuring smile. “All looks worse than it is, I promise. I’ll be as good as new in a few days. And very capable of hunting down Gary and demand he buy you new tea. Or even better, take you to that tea shop off Diagon Alley and let you pick all your favourites. How does that sound?” Gideon loved treating his friends and he was eager to make plans. It made getting out of here seem not as far away. It made him feel less fragile.

“The yellow one sounds brilliant.” He smiled, appreciating that Dorcas understood his strange language and just went with it. “Getting a radio would actually help a lot. It’ll definitely brighten up my nights. At least as long as you keep away from the weird stuttering music.”

His heart sank hearing her words, the guilt in her voice and he reached out to grasp her hand tightly in his own. Leaning forward he made sure he caught her eyes with his. “Doe, this wasn’t your fault. This was no one’s fault, except for the people who did it. It happened and it was horrible. And I just so happened to stand on a stage with Millicent Bagnold were we were an easy target for everyone. Please don’t beat yourself up over it, alright? I’m just so glad and grateful nothing happened to you.”

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World of Tomorrow || Gideon & Alice || January 2nd, 1980

Running late had become something of a habit of Gideon’s, especially now that Millicent was actually, officially Minister for Magic. They’d moved into the new offices a day before New Years but there was still a ton of work to be done. He’d have to evaluate the new people, get an overview of their workload, delegate and make sure everything would run smoothly. On top of that he had to be available for Millicent pretty much around the clock, not that that was a new thing.

Thank Merlin, his new assistant, Eric, had turned out to be a blessing. The boy seemed to always know exactly what Gideon needed when, had a better knowledge of his schedule than Gid himself, including private matters, and made the perfect cup of coffee. He’d been the one to remind Gideon of his shopping date with Alice and sent him off just in time. Now he was still late, but only five minutes.

Gideon apparated in front of the shop they’d picked as their meeting spot and was a little suprised but also a little relived to not find Alice waiting impatiently yet. Checking his watch while balancing the two cups in one hand he scanned the busy street again before leaning his shoulder against the brick wall behind him in a more comfortable position. He probably wouldn’t have to wait for too long. And at least he had his coffee.

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Help Wanted || November 27th, 1979

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Before she could so much as invite him to sit down— which she probably wouldn’t have thought to do, given how embarrassed she was— Fabian-or-Gideon was sliding into the seat opposite her, laughing about how poor her aim had been. A faint blush coloured her cheeks as she let out a quiet laugh, hiding her face behind her hands for a moment. “I’m sorry!” she groaned again.

It was hard to know just how embarrassed she ought to be, not knowing which twin this was. She took a small sip of her drink as Gideon-or-Fabian started in on his cake, still a bit disconcerted at finding him sitting across from her.

After a few moments, Fabian-or-Gideon spoke up again, and Daisy felt herself colouring anew at his question. And then colouring even more so at the mention of Fabian, even as she felt a rush of relief at the realisation that this, therefore, was Gideon. Oh, thank Merlin! Even if that now meant she’d now made an idiot of herself in front of both of the Prewetts.

“It wasn’t Fabian!” she assured him, perhaps a little too enthusiastically in her relief at, well, this not being Fabian. “It— it was the paper. I mean, well, I wasn’t exactly angry at the paper, it’s not the paper’s fault, I suppose it’s my fault really, except, I don’t feel like I could have done anything different, you know?” She peered at Gideon expectantly, as if really expecting him to know exactly what she was talking about.

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He thought maybe she’d be more at ease knowing which twin she was talking to. Even though he and Fabian looked nothing alike these days, with different haircuts, clothing styles and even facial hair, people still mistook them for one another on an almost daily basis. It was a mystery to Gideon but he’d gotten used to it. Daisy seemed to have been a bit at a loss as well, so he thought dropping a subtle hint might make it less awkward for her.

“What’s wrong with the paper then?” Gideon frowned, glancing back over his shoulder to where the crumpled up paper ball was lying on the floor. “I mean I know the news in there aren’t exactly ponies and rainbows in there, but then that’s nothing new is it?”

Gideon was genuinely curious. He hadn’t had time to check the paper this morning, he’d been at the office since before dawn, only taking a break now to get some food and some more coffee into his system. Usually, it was his assistant’s task to inform him of all that was happening in the wizarding world, and beyond, but he still had not found a suitable replacement for Annie so this and other things got neglected in favour of more important matters as of late. Gideon had to make a few changes in staff once Millicent was in office, let some people go and hire a whole bunch of new ones. He would find someone then.

“Your fault? I’m pretty sure if the articles in the Prophet are bad that’s usually the journalists’ or the editor’s fault, so don’t worry. And if you feel like you’ve done everything right then whatever it is, is not your mistake. You did your best, and can be proud of that. But are you actually going to tell me what’s bothering you? Or are we going to speak in riddles all afternoon?”

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Ghost of Christmas Present || Gideon & Alastor || December 15th, 1979

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Gideon’s words were nice to here. Alastor nodded when the man said that he would miss him; there was a hint of smile on the Auror’s face. If you need anything, tell me. Nothing came to mind, not that he planned on taking Gideon up on the offer (however considerate it was). No, Alastor wasn’t someone to ask for anything (let alone, help).

Indeed, it was good to be back. Where he’d been, it had been dark. Not just where he was kept, but his thoughts too. No way to know where he was, or what time it was – simple things one took for granted – they’d played on his growing sense of dread. Sleep didn’t come easy before, but as of late, it was a rare commodity. To have slept well last night had taken him by surprise, a welcome one at that. It was good to be back in his office and home, with his friends, and where he had some amount of control of what happened around and to him.

He allowed himself to be humored by the evidence Gideon had come up with against the replacement. Going along with the joke, he replied, “Circumstantial evidence at best. But we’re used to that around here.” If only it were a joke. Too often the cases that they worked on had little hard evidence to point to their suspect, especially the Death Eater related cases. Unfortunately for both Gideon and Alastor, no case of their wishes could be made.

“St. Mungo’s should have a new motto: ‘We’d like to keep you longer,’” Alastor chuckled a little. He was pretty sure everyone had heard that from a healer. When he’d checked himself out, having only spent a few nights, a healer had tried to dissuade him from doing so. But the Auror was used to putting up with healers. He only stayed for however long he could stand the hospital. The place, though a hospital, smelled like death. Nothing like rotting corpses or the like, but the cleanliness of the hospital seemed to indicate it had eradicated all evidence of patients who hadn’t made it. Thankfully, he’d had a small room. He didn’t have to listen to the sounds of ill, the injured and the suffering.

“Wouldn’t think of benching you. Besides, you might start getting ideas for pranks with all the time you’d have. While I may be safe, I would hope whatever you came up with doesn’t get in the way of the Order’s runnings too much.” His expression slowly returned to his normal ‘only slightly grumpy’ look as he took another careful breath. “As we’re all recovering, I hope the Death Eaters don’t take advantage of the situation,” he said offhandedly. It was a thought that had crossed his mind many times. He wasn’t sure how the Order would deal with the blow with their numbers crippled at this time. If the Death Eaters didn’t act soon, then he could take some comfort in knowing someone was a bloody idiot.

Enough of that for the moment, he thought to himself. “So Gideon, what exactly have you been up to, besides being bored out of your mind and trying to come up with a case to put your temporary replacement behind bars?”

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“I can plant some evidence if you need me to.” Gideon replied dryly. “I’m a politician, turning and twisting things that don’t fit into my plan until they do is sort of my job.” At least on the bad days. Millicent had decided from the very beginning of her campaign, that honesty should be their motto, that she wouldn’t lie or cover up the truth in pretty words, even if it would make running for office twice as hard for her. Gideon appreciated that. It had been the reason why he’d wanted to work for her. And they were planning on holding onto it, no matter how difficult it was going to be.

Gideon huffed but chuckled at Alastor’s comment. “Maybe they should. Although I have been informed that as someone who’s never received any professional medical training I’m not entitled to an opinion on that matter. I think my head healer was a little bit sulky when I decided that I’d had enough.” Gideon had always hated hospitals. They were just all full of bad memories. But this had been the first time in a very long time that he’d been required to stay for more than just a regular check up or to get patched up after a mission. He hadn’t really been able to sleep there, and had felt tense and anxious every minute he’d been there. It hadn’t helped that the last time he’d actually been in a hospital had been at that godawful muggle place less than a year ago. But that was a whole different story.

“See,” Gid smirked and leaned back in his chair, crossing his hands behind his head. “Keeping me busy is in everyone’s best interest. Just give me a lot of tasks and I won’t even have time to think of any mischief.” He hadn’t really had time for pranks lately, so maybe that was exactly what he should be doing now. A few harmless pranks, not even any means ones, just to get the smiles back on people's’ faces. “And don’t worry, unlike others I do actually consider the risks first. Always.” He shivered at the thought of how vulnerable they were at the moment, especially with Alastor weakened. Gideon had long since lost faith in Dumbledore as a leader. It was Moody he followed and trusted.

“But I promise you I’ll keep a low profile, and I’ll tell my brother to do the same.” Gideon half-smiled, even though it held little humour. He was concerned and it showed on his face.

“Not too much.” Gideon admitted with a shrug. “Went Christmas shopping, with Sirius Black, who doesn’t seem to be very fond of your cat, by the way. Babysat the nephews so Molly could get some rest, even though that eventually just turned into Molly babsitting all of us and I stole some files from the office earlier. What about you? Have you been holed up in here ever since you got out?”

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Loki is a rather headstrong owl. His companionship is a privilege and he makes sure to remind Gid of this almost daily. While he does deliver his letters and parcels he always does so with a disdainful look because let’s face it, playing postman is far beneath his dignity. He’s a majestic predator for Merlin’s sake. Burdened with glorious purpose. Mice fear him! But then Gideon always has treats and it’s quite comfortable not having to hunt on his own. If he has to endure getting paper tied to his claws in return, fine. But that stupid clown should be very grateful. And watch his fingers.

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send in 🍼 and i’ll create a child for our characters !!

- name: Fabian Prewett McKinnon (after his uncle!)
- likes / dislikes: dogs, animals in general, reading, /loud noises, people who shout, spiders
- first word: Ollie
- appearance: He’s tall, with the biggest blue eyes that are sort of sad but so sweet. He doesn’t smile constantly because he’s very shy but when he does he has the prettiest smile in the universe.
- which parent they look more like: Gideon
- which parent they like more: He’s close to both of them.
- height once fully grown: 
- job ambition: probably some sort of goverment that allows him to protect magical creatures rights (he’s an absolute animal person).
- faceclaim: Jake Abel (lol he’s actually a fc for one or Marls’ brothers but then again so is half of the world’s population because she has so many of them!)

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- name: Henry Christopher Prewett - While they thought about naming him after their brothers, they felt like their son should have a name, that was only his. They deliberately picked a name that was a muggle as possible. They also decided on giving him Gideon’s last name because Sirius refused to pass on the Black name to an innocent child.- likes / dislikes: dogs, cars, motorcycles, brooms, speed, coffee / cigarettes, sitting still, a great portion of his relatives, the colour orange, studying (though he still does it), blood purists- first word: ‘puppy’ To this day, neither of them knows if he meant Ollie or Sirius.- appearance: Tall and muscular, with bright green eyes. He is in fact a red-head. Gideon was horrified when Sirius picked up the ginger newborn and declared that ‘this one will fit in perfectly with your family’. He’s made peace with it by now.- which parent they look more like: Neither. He’s adopted.- which parent they like more: Depends on the situation. Sirius is more fun. He’s an easy-going and laid back parent and tends to ‘forget’ about punishments. Henry has much more in common with Sirius than with Gideon. But Gid listens more closely and is there for every crisis. Their parenting styles are very different, but because of that, they make a pretty good team.- height once fully grown: 1.80m- job ambition: Mechanic- faceclaim: Cameron Monaghan

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- name: Hannah Theodora Prewett- likes / dislikes: the colour blue, any animal with fluffy fur, music, chocolate milk and puzzles with pictures of owls / bedtimes, itchy sooks, brussel sprouts and she has a vague dislike towards hiphop music- just like her daddy - first word: “Pippa” (aka their cat) ((second word was ´no´ and at that moment, both Gid and Doe realised that they had a lot of fun years ahead)- appearance: She´s got a mop of dark hair that is usually everywhere (despite desperate attempts), and none of them really knows where the chaotic curls comes from. With her sea of freckles and dimples whenever she smiles, nobody is really safe from Hannah´s charm (both parents tease that the charming gene comes from them). - which parent they look more like: It´s an even mix; her eyes are definetely from Gideon, but her mouth and nose comes from Dorcas- which parent they like more: Hannah is a total daddy´s girl, and Dorcas highly suspects that it´s because he spoils her and bribe her with chocolate - height once fully grown: 5,2; she´s a shortie just like her mum - job ambition: it varies- their favorite was when she was four and decided she would be the first witch to fly to the moon on a broomstick. - faceclaim: As a kid, I kinda see her as Mackenzie Foy?

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- name: Matilda ‘Mattie’ Prewett- likes / dislikes: Quidditch, animals, being outside and getting dirty with her cousins, reading, Muggle music, fire / pink, everything that is considered to be ‘girly’, rules, peas, brussle sprouts, bullies- first word: “Ita”, short for Perdita. Mattie is incredibly fond of her, however the cat doesn’t return that love and finds the toddler irritating.- appearance: Petite, but athletic, with dark hair and grey eyes. Both Fabian and Gideon are very proud to have a non-ginger child and make sure to mention it at every family gathering. It also makes it easier for them to point out theirs in between her cousins.- which parent they look more like: Neither. She’s adopted.- which parent they like more: Fab. He’s the fun parent as well as the more nurturing one. He is also more available than Gideon, who works overtime almost every day. Gideon is the worrier and also the stricter, and therefore less popular parent who more often gets charged with enforcing the rules because Fabian just hates saying no to her.- height once fully grown: 1,65- job ambition: hit-witch or professional Chaser- faceclaim: Maisie Williams

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How to Win Friends and Influence People || Gideon & Remus ||September 30th, 2016 || Modern Muggle AU

DATE: September 30th, 2016

TIME: 10:30AM

LOCATION:  DPIR, Oxford University

Gideon’s phone screen lit up for the fourth time during this lecture. He glanced at it, stopping just for a split second in the middle of a sentence before continuing without anyone even noticing. His brother’s name flashed across the screen and Gideon frowned. What was so important that he’d been texting him four times in one hour? And more importantly, why was his twin even awake? It was ten-thirty on a Friday. For a brief moment Gideon had horrible images of his sister going into preterm labor flashing through his mind but he pushed them away in favour of concentrating on the task at hand.

He felt just a little out of his depth here. Gideon was no teacher or professor. Some might argue he wasn’t even a real politician, after all, the Downing Street Chief of Staff hadn’t held any executive power in almost ten years. But he was the Prime Minister’s most trusted advisor and a lot of strings were running together in his hands.

But teaching wasn’t something he usually did. This was merely a favour to one of his old professors, who was standing at the back of the lecture hall, watching her students like a hawk, ready to sweep in in case someone decided to disturb his talk.

Luckily, the students didn’t look too bored, only some were still too preoccupied with Ollie to actually listen to his words. The large dog was lying at Gideon’s feet, panting and studying his surroundings attentively. They had gotten more than a few strange looks when they’d walked in, some girls in the first row had started cooing over the dog but Gideon had put an end to it as soon as they’d tried to pet Ollie, pointing at the “Service Dog - Please Do Not Pet” sign on his harness. Since then, the students had respectfully kept their distance, but continued to give both of them curious looks.

Gideon was used to it. Government employees with service dogs weren’t exactly common, but he’d always been open about his condition and Millicent had still taken a chance on him. So far he hadn’t given her any reason to regret that decision.

“Right.” Gideon finished with a quick glance at the clock above the door. “I’ve just bored you ten minutes longer than I was supposed to. I think that was just about as much international relations as one can handle in one day. I hope for all of you that this is not going to come up in your finals, otherwise I’m deeply sorry.” Gideon gave his audience a crooked little smile and got some laughter in return. “Now, if you have any questions I’ll be up here for another few minutes, otherwise I wish you all good look on your studies. Thank you for your attention and have a nice weekend.”

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Interlude in a Peaceable Kingdom || Gideon & Bertha || October 11th, 1979

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Bertha watched the twin take her in for a few seconds before he finally relaxed and threw a cheeky comment her way. A wide smile spread across her face and she relaxed her posture slightly to give a more open, inviting look. “I can only imagine. I’ve only met Fabian a few times, but he’s… something isn’t he? I can only imagine how the two of you would be together.” She gave him an appreciative glance up and down for good measure. 

She made herself at home against the bookcase, let him take a good look at her, which he so obviously did. Emotions ran over his face like water and Bertha could pick up a few stray once here and there. Suspicion was the most obvious one. Interest a close second. She made her smile a little wider, a little dumber and let him try to read her all he wanted. Bertha knew how to put up a mask toward people who was a bit too curious. 

“Fab, huh?” Bertha replied and added the nickname to the long list of information she’d managed to uncover. She also started a knew one for the person in front of her, starting with nosey. “Oh, you know how it goes. We met at a bar and all of a sudden we’re at his place. Between you and me he’s very-” She stopped abruptly and gave him an embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry, that is probably private. I mean, you two just look so much alike I forgot myself for a bit, I didn’t catch your name.”

She said it all in a very rapid pace, making her voice bubbly and inviting. Her day, which had been alright at best, was suddenly looking up. It was another piece to the puzzle that was Fabian, and now another puzzle had appeared in his twin. She couldn’t wait to figure him out as well.

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Gideon couldn’t quite say what her agenda was, but for now he decided that she didn’t look like to great a threat. He wouldn’t lower his guard, for now, he never did anymore, not with strangers. When your enemy had a habit of wearing dark hoods and masks, you had to draw your walls up high and put on a mask of your own, otherwise you were doomed.

“He is.” Gideon replied nonchalantly. A few times. So she was a new regular then. Better be careful then. Gid had always preferred the one-night-stands to the fuck-buddies. At least with those he didn’t have to be too friendly. But ‘fuck-buddy’ implied that his brother cared somewhat about that person and in that case Gideon had to be civil, for Fab’s sake.

“We complement each other. A lot of things he can do I can’t, and the other way around. Probably just something that happens naturally when you have a twin.” Was that too much information already? Gideon wasn’t sure. He hadn’t mentioned any specifics, but still, he’d just revealed one of their greatest strengths to the girl.

So she didn’t know that nickname. Interesting. She really must be a recent one then. Not that it was hard to guess. Her next comment made him raise an eyebrow and wait to see if she’d dare to continue. “Is he now.” he said slowly and grinned slyly. “Don’t worry, there’s very little that stays private when you have a twin.” Or at least there used to. Before the war, Gideon would probably have heard of this girl before she’d even left his brother’s flat after the first night. These days his brother was pushing him away and nothing, not even the memory of a knife in his thigh and a hand around his throat, could compare to the dread and the pain he was feeling.

Forcefully Gideon pushed those thoughts away to concentrate on the matter at hand. “Don’t you think it’s a little impolite to ask for someone’s name without giving your own?”