Are you flirting or starting a fight?

Gideon Prewett. 30. Gryffindor. Quidditch Team Healer.

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ϟ  ━  was  that  GIDEON  PREWETT  around  the  leaky  cauldron  ?  HE  disapparated  before  i  could  approach  them  !  what  a  pity,  for  they  are  CHARISMATIC  and  JOYFUL,  but  maybe  it's  best  to  keep  my  distance  because  they  are  also  SELFISH  and  SARCASTIC.  i  remember  that  they  were  a  GRYFFINDOR  back  in  school  but  have  since  made  a  name  for  themselves  as  a  QUIDDITCH  TEAM  HEALER.  if  this  alleged  war  came  knocking  on  their  door,  it  is  supposed  that  they  would  REMAIN  NEUTRAL.  (  cis  male  &  he  or  him  /  cameron  monaghan  /  thirty  /  pureblood  )

stats and bio under the cut

Stats

BASICS

FULL NAME  :  Gideon Oliver Prewett

MEANING  :  Destroyer, ancestors descendant, brave little one

MONIKERS  /  NICKNAMES  :  Gid, Prewett

GENDER AND PRONOUNS  :  Cismale, He/Him

DATE OF BIRTH  :  August 14th 1954

AGE  :  30

ORIENTATION  :  Pansexual

OCCUPATION  :  Quidditch Team Healer

BACKGROUND

 LANGUAGES SPOKEN  :  English

FAMILY  :  one twin brother, one older sister, parents, cousins, aunts and uncles

SPOUSE / SIGNIFICANT OTHER  :  none

CHILDREN  (  chronologically  )  :  none

MAGICAL DETAILS

BLOOD STATUS  : pureblood

ALUMNA OF  :  Hogwarts, Gryffindo, 1973

ACADEMIC FEATS  Prefect, Dueling Club, Potions club

O.W.L.s  (  subjects taken and the results  )  :  Artihmancy (A) Charms (E) Potions (O) Defense Against the Dark Arts (O) Charms (A) History of Magic (E) Transfiguration (E)

N.E.W.T.s  (  subjects taken and the results  )  :  Artihmancy (P) Charms (E) Potions (O) Defense Against the Dark Arts (O) Charms (A) History of Magic (A) Transfiguration (E)

WAND  :  Cedar, Dragon Core, 12 1/2 inches, Unbending

AMORTENTIA  : fall leaves, old books, bread baking

BOGGART  :  his twin dying

PATRONUS  : Ginger Cat

PHYSICAL

 HAIR  :  red

EYES  :  green

HEIGHT  :  5’10

BUILD  :  lanky

MARKINGS  (  birthmarks,  tattoos,  scars,  etcs  )  :  a scar on his left cheek from an accident in his childhood

 PERSONALITY

TROPES  : Cultured Badass, Useless boyfriend, Millionaire playboy

INSPIRATION  :  think of him as one of those gossip girl boys tbh

MBTI  : Entrepreneur ESTP-T

ENNEAGRAM  :  Type 7 wing 8 the opportunist. They tend to be enthusiastic, determined, and protective in their behavior. They are generally more tough and work-oriented than other seven types.

ALIGNMENT  :  neutral good

TEMPERAMENT  : The Sanguine-Choleric combination is driven by two temperament needs. The primary need is to be accepted socially. The secondary need is to get results.

ZODIAC : Leo

POSITIVE  TRAITS  :  charismatic, joyful

NEGATIVE  TRAITS  :  selfish, sarcastic

HOBBIES : partying, flirting, causing mischief

Bio

He had always been part of a set. A twin was never alone and there was something he thrived on in it. He never had to be the clear head. He never had to put forth the effort that his twin might have. He was free to be whatever he wanted no matter what because Fabian was part of him. His twin could never leave him and after all wasn’t that what everyone feared when it came down to it? Being left on their own? It could never be for him and he had taken the fact and run with it. School was a breeze that left him in a whirlwind of partying with his fellow purebloods and sneaking off to get academic help from some of the less popular Ravenclaws.

Quidditch had been a passion for him since he was old enough to know what it was. He had always wanted to play but had never been any good. Clumsiness was who he was. He had tried so many times to make it onto the team in school and when he knew that his dreams would never pan out he decided to became a healer for the teams instead. His grades weren’t the best in school but finding his passion had helped him to step up his game and achieve the career that would get him as close to his idols as he could be without being on the teams himself.

Leaving school he found himself thrown out into the adult world with little to no preparedness. He was a rather terrible cook and his flat looked exactly how a young mans flat would look if the young man didn’t know how to clean. His mother would send house elves whirling through periodically cleaning the dust away and stocking things in an always empty kitchen. He put no thought into it. He just knew every so often things would show up where they should be and he had no reason to stress about it. It left him both spoiled and unprepared to live life as an adult should. He spends most of his nights partying with the other young purebloods. His sole focus on having a good time, drinking, and dragging the prettiest thing he can find into his bed for the night. Whether it’s a man or a woman as long as they’re pretty he’s happy with it.

With the rumors of an upcoming battle and sides to be taken he feels torn. He spends his time with the purebloods for the most part and his streak of cruelness is well known but does that discount the core of him? He feels that he can’t take a stand for either side. He feels that he could see the points from both sides and if he could just manage to stay neutral in the war surely he could keep his hands clean from all the carnage that is surely about to take place. His friendships fall on either side of the line and he could see himself falling in naturally either way, perhaps it would be best to simply wait for Fabian to make his mind up for him.

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spelledfate​:

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           ──      so he’s been avoiding her.   though this is a fact gideon has vigorously disputed, molly hasn’t made it through nearly forty years of life without learning how to take a hint. she glances at the clock for the fifth time since he was  supposed  to arrive, noting the hand movement that indicates his belated appearance. the witch continues cleaning the kitchen as he calls out, back turned.  the left overs have long since been stored away, the pots and pans cleaned and dried, the twins wrestled to sleep.  lunch was two hours ago, she wants to say, but doesn’t.     “     well, in you come.     ”

there was something about being in the same vicinity as gideon that always made that nagging start, as if a feeling  (far stronger than that of simple sisterly concern)  took hold and shook her each time he was near. molly had always felt she owed a duty to the both of them, unnameable and yet ever present. more often than not, she was overwhelmed with the sense that she’d failed something where he was concerned─as if it had been up to her in the first place.    “     two hours late and  shouting loud enough to wake the dead…     ”     a muttered phrase, laden with irritation. the dead she could deal with,  but fred and george were another matter altogether.despite the furrow in her brow, she retrieves a plate with a single flick of the hand and heats the kettle with the other.     “     have a seat then. and at the very least humor me with an excuse.     ”

“Come on Molls.” He sighed moving to pull her into a hug. He hated when she was unhappy with him. She was his sister after all he hated to make her upset even though he knew he did it often. “I just overslept honest. I was up baking all night. I’ve been stressed out lately.” He couldn’t say why really. He didn’t have a reason to be. He loved his job. Loved his friends. Loved most things in his life but he had always been touched with sadness. 

“I wanted to know if you would spend some time with me at the festivities. I want to hang out with my nephews and play some games with them.” He loved his nephews more than anything. She had truly given him the people he loved the most in the worst. Besides his twin of course. Though Fabian was always teaming up with their sister against him lately. 

“Don’t be upset with me Molly. I know I shouldn’t have been late but I promise it wasn’t on purpose. And I didn’t mean to wake up the boys I just wanted to see them. You know the twins are my partners in crime.”

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reosier​:

Tapping his fingers against the bar top, Evan’s eyebrows raised in curiosity as he met the gaze of the wix tending it. The night had been a dance, twists and turns of steps he had long ago learned but to a tune he couldn’t place. He was beginning to pick up the melody, count the measures and learn the pattern of careful flirting the cocktail connoisseur seemed to respond to. He leaned forward, glass being placed down and fingers meeting the waiting hand of a worker far too concerned with keeping him topped off. Lips parting, the smart comment that was sure to land with the correct amount of ambivalence, he was promptly silenced (and interrupted) by the loud huffs of his ginger shadow.

Could one have a shadow without the sun? Maybe if one was as luminous as the sun himself.

Mouth held tighter, eyes narrowed for a brief twinkle, Evan’s face quickly recovered the languid calm he liked to project. A pointed finger in red headed creature of the night’s direction was offered in lieu of words as he leaned back and back and back into his stool. His head followed, taking in the talking not-ceasing even to breath man who had shown up sooner than expected. 

Or, rather, was it later than he knew? The Siren’s Tail’s drawn curtains, shimmery fabrics charmed to mock the waves of the ocean ebbed and flowed but the windows never revealed the outdoors to any patrons. Could Gideon even stand the rays of the setting sun if it was the time that Evan thought it was? (It was starting to seem very much like it wasn’t.)

“They don’t serve pints.” A pre-scolding would do nothing to stop his determination to bring Gideon’s dark gift to light. The sooner he accepted it was a part of himself the sooner that skin of his would stop looking so red. “I’ve seen all sorts of anyone and everyone. Even someone. Or two someones if you would believe it.” 

Taking in the presence of the basket, the real estate of the bar top that was serving as a silver platter to lean himself upon to close the distance between Evan and the mysterious mixologist who was playing hot and cold– and he really hoped it wasn’t just for tips, he pushed the hulking woven mass of goodies back towards its creator. Nudge by nudge until the space in front of him was clear once more. “This isn’t my doorstep. Try again.”

Gideon found it rather odd that Evan was so convinced her was a vampire. He had never so much as tried to bite his friend and yet the other male would not be convinced that Gideon was indeed just a normal person. He wondered if he found a vampire and brought him to Evan for comparison if his friend would finally accept the truth. 

A sigh left his lips as he rolled his eyes. Evan was being more prickly than sweet and it irked at Gideon because he wasn’t feeling all that sweet himself. “I drink more than just pints Evan. Order me whatever you’re having.” Really Gideon had been out drinking with him enough for him to know that he didn’t just drink beer. Of course when he started to get truly drunk it was about the only thing he could ask for when he dragged himself back to the bar. 

“Have you seen Antonin? I thought you would drag him out tonight. I’m starting to feel like he doesn’t want to party with us.” He spoke with a pout as he let his gaze scan the bar again. He was in search of something pretty and Antonin was always pretty to look at. Evan was pretty he supposed but he saw Evan far too often to stare at him. 

“Now now don’t be hasty there Evan. If you insist on rejecting my gifts you’ll find a lack of baskets showing up at your door.” He gave him a stern look while he pushed the basket towards one of the bartenders. “Perhaps our lovely bartenders would enjoy them instead. The brunette looks new and she’s quite pretty. It’s never a bad idea to make a good first impression. Oh. That reminds me. Are you going to the festival? I was thinking of going to watch the arts and crafts.”

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Where: At the bar

Who: @reosier

Gideon went out almost every night and he dragged as many of the others out with him as he could. Evan had always been reliable when it came to going out. He was just as ready to party as Gideon was and he liked that about him. He considered Evan a friend though unlike all of his other friends he never saw Evan during the day. It had become something of a joke between them. Evan was always going around insisting Gideon was at least part vampire and though Gideon had always thought of it as a joke he was starting to wonder if Evan really believed it. After all the man never agreed to meet Gideon anywhere until it was dark outside. 

He made his way through the bar sighing dramatically as he came to stand near Evan. “Why is it that I see you holding a drink but I don’t see one for me? Is this how you take care of your friends Evan? And do not make a vampire joke right now. Have you seen anyone else here tonight?” He wanted to find something pretty to flirt with but he was still tired from the night before. “Oh. I brought some scones.” He set a basket on the table pushing it towards Evan. “Make sure you try them. I changed my recipe.”

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Where: Diagon Alley

Who: @misfitsfm

It was too bright outside. He had spent the night before partying far too much and he dreaded the thought of his brother in law seeing him so hungover. No doubt he would tell Molly and she would send some letter inviting him for lunch all in the name of giving him a lecture. A sigh was dragged from his lips as he rushed about already late to meet up with Arthur. He stumbled out of the door of his flat grabbing a basket of sweet rolls on his way out. He had baked them just yesterday morning and he hoped the sweets would distract Arthur from his lateness. 

Diagon Alley wasn’t too far away from his place and he arrived only twenty minutes late rushing into the shop to look for the familiar face of his brother in law. “Arthur!” He spoke loudly enough for the other to hear as he moved closer holding the basket out to him. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.” He hadn’t but he hoped that it might hide the fact that he was so late. “Are you on your own or did you bring some of those cute kids with you?”

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Where: Molly’s place

Who: @spelledfate

He wasn’t avoiding his sister. At least he told her he wasn’t avoiding her. The truth was he was avoiding her. He knew she was waiting to scold him for his partying ways and he wanted to avoid any trouble for as long as he could. Maybe that was why he showed up to her home two hours late for the lunch she wouldn’t allow him to cancel. When he was stressed he baked and he had baked a lot that week in preparation for seeing Molly. 

So exactly two hours late for their appointment he showed up with baskets full of different baked goods and hoped that his nephews would attack him instantly and save him from their mother. A knock on the door and he opened it letting himself in. “Molly! Your favorite brother is here.” Stopping in the kitchen he set both baskets on the counter and turned to look for her. “And no I am not talking about Fabian. Obviously I’m your favorite.”