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fabian prewett the handsomer twin / gryffindor "audaces fortuna iuvat"

[prcwett]

gid-prewett:

He had sat out the festival’s grand finale, in no mood to be among the cheerful crowd. Instead he had sought out his most trusted companion, his twin. With a special appearance from alcohol. Chuckling as Fabian downed his shot, he made to follow before a distant sound caught his attention. Despite being drunker than sense demanded, it would take much more whiskey to drown out years of instinct. “D’ya hear that?” He jerked to his feet, arm landing heavily on his brother to stabilize himself. It was quick, if unsteady, work to reach the door- the crowd thin as most of the festival goers were outside at the closing celebrations. Cold air blasted him as he thrust his head out. The cries of terror reaching him before the crowd started fleeing past. “fuck, fucking, fucker.” The words came in a string. What was happening exactly was still unclear, but the screams. He thought he saw flames- He cursed again. Nothing good. “FABIAN.” Marching back to his brother, he doused him with water from his wand before doing the same to himself. “Sorry, Fab. S’trouble.” Flinging droplets from his hair, he did his best to shake himself into alertness. “Fire, screaming. We’re going innit, right?” He looked to his brother for confirmation. They were both well past inebriated but. Dangerous drunk shit was familiar to both of them. And he trusted his brother implicitly, in any state. Their sister was out there, their nephews, Doe, thousands of innocent people. Then immediately, where the fuck was Marlene?

Fabian watched as his brother hesitated with his shot glass in hand. He nodded in response to his brother’s question. Of course he’d heard it. How could he not’ve? He could hear Gideon cursing to himself but made no immediate move to follow him. He was drunk. It wasn’t as if the two had never done anything like this before — that is, gotten well drunk before being called out onto some last minute mission. He saw Gid advancing once more in his direction and before he could protest he was rubbing his eyes with the ends of his sleeves attempting to dry them up a bit. Fab stood at that, looking to his brother. Well, more like squinting. “What are you, mad?” He grinned. “’Course we’re goin’ in.”

They ran out the door (as well as they could), wands at the ready. Fabian lived for this sort of adrenaline. He loved the impulsivity of it. There was no time for standing around, decision-making, or even thinking in his mind. There was only trudging on and doing. Fab noticed people running away and figured that’s the direction they ought to be heading, so he headed that way with his brother in step beside him. “So, what d’you reckon we’re headed towards?” he asked, alert and ready for what was to come but not exactly sober.

[prcwett]

@gid-prewett

Fabian held his tenth (or it could’ve been his twentieth, for all he knew) shot of firewhisky, a goofy grin lighting up his face as he looked over at his brother. “Now this,” he gestured around the Broomsticks, shot glass in hand, “is what Merlintended...” he paused. That wasn’t a word. Oh well, he thought, shrugging in Gideon’s general direction and tossing it back, feeling the burn as it hit his throat. He knew his brother would understand what he’d meant. He wasn’t too worried about it either way. Everything had gone smoothly at Hogsmeade. Fabian took post at the pub all day, twiddling his fingers between pouring drinks, just waiting for something to happen. Gideon had done the same elsewhere, presumably somewhere slightly more entertaining and less sticky. Now, the two finally had time to settle down and enjoy the holiday. If the twins weren’t careful, they might even start relaxing.

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no longer going to pursue a career! id like to be a rock. thanks

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      “Glenda Chittock, Witching Hour. Can I ask you a few questions?,” she asked, soon adding – because that question was rhetorical – another question. “What’s your favourite Merlin Day memory?” She pushed the mic under the other’s nose, a bright smile on her face. She was a bit tipsy ( and she could be; she had plenty of material already, and was just having fun now ) and completely in her element. This is what she lived for; recording sounds and quotes to tell a story, and to do it at a place that oozed such happiness was just plain good.

[prcwett]

Fabian had been tapping his fingers his entire shift, glancing at the clock between every pour despite the few odd interesting conversations with his drunk mates. It’d been so busy he hadn’t even taken a break. Finally, though, he was free. He’d pulled on his jumper hurriedly as he rushed out the back door of the pub and waved excitedly at Rosmerta yelling something about how he’d be back later for a few more drinks, cigarette already hanging from his mouth. When he made it outside he immediately pulled his lighter out and lit it, a long drag following. He could feel his headache disappearing; the tingly, irritable feeling running through his arms and legs slipping away with each second.

As he made his way round the front of the Three Broomsticks, there were some things he expected. Kids running around doing Merlin knows what — no pun intended. More than a few other people in front of the pub gathered in little groups, sure. What he hadn’t expected was for Glenda Chittock to shove a microphone in his face. He also hadn’t expected for her to smell so much like vodka. He’d only served her one Bloody Morgana, hadn’t he?

Fab knew Glenda — sort of. She came into the Broomsticks a lot with her mates. He’d heard her talk about her show in the past and even listened in on it a few times himself. He chuckled at her, the cigarette dangling loosely between his teeth before he grabbed it and tossed it on the ground, snuffing it out with his foot. “Ehhh...” he looked around, trying to think of something to pull out of his arse. In all honesty, he’d worked most Merlin Days in the past — what was it — six years? Had it been that long already? “Gotta say the time I finally got to leave the Three Broomsticks after the busiest shift and give a great sound bite for The Witching Hour, the best radio show in all of wizarding London. Got me absolutely famous, that one did. Real rags to riches story. And it all started on Merlin Day.”

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[hirxeth]

”It wasn’t the same without you.”

Pride (2014) dir. Matthew Warchus

[prcwett]

👥💖💍

👥  what is my muse’s sexual & romantic orientation?

already answered!

💖  how do they say ‘i love you’ without really saying it? 

stocking the fridge after crashing on your couch, noticing the little things, remembering those little things, hugs that last a little longer than they’re meant to, interpreting a look without any words needed, free drinks at the bar.

💍  would they ever get married?

if you asked him he’d say no, but in his heart the answer’s yes. he dreams of a love that is constant and warm and something to come home to. fabian’s really hard on himself, and he really doesn’t think he’s capable of something like that since it’s scary, but he’d like to be.

[prcwett]

👥💦💘

👥  what is my muse’s sexual & romantic orientation?

pan-demiromantic, pansexual

💦  when did they lose their virginity?

he was 16 years old and she was a bit older. it was soon after he made the decision to leave hogwarts. they met the first time he snuck into the three broomsticks, and met up a few more times after that. nowadays he doesn’t remember too much about her, it was so long ago. she was nice enough. her hair was wild with curls, her skin was soft. she made him feel something, for a moment.

💘  what was their most serious relationship?

it couldn’t really be considered a relationship because, like i said, fabian’s never really been in a relationship. however, his most serious almost? daisy.

[prcwett]

👶❤💔

👶  do they want children?

in a different world, definitely yes. fabian i think at heart is really a family man. he wants to settle down with someone and have kids and live a cozy normal life like the one he had growing up. brothers and sisters, parents who were always there for him and loved him. but he knows the world he lives in is not how it was ten years ago when he was growing up. so he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t fight as hard as he could to give other children that same world to grow up in, or maybe even a better one.

❤ have they ever been in love?

no, not even close to it. he wishes, though.

💔  what was their worst breakup?

fabian’s really barely ever been in anything that could even resemble a relationship. he’s more like the mistake you make at a party or the friend you decide to do something adventurous with. because of that there’s never really been a worst breakup. nothing to breakup in the first place.

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@dorcasing​: shuffle my playlist and use the first line of the next song        grow old with you by adam sandler

He held the younger girl close to him, spinning slowly in a circle with their fingers intertwined on one side. Fabian loved a dance with no music, especially with any of his best mates. His eyes were closed. They didn’t need to be open for him to know that everyone else who’d attended the small get together in Gryffindor Tower was now passed out in various corners of the warm common room. It was his going away party of sorts. It was the end of his sixth year and they’d thrown a little something to send him off. He wouldn’t be returning to Hogwarts the next year, opting instead to leave and join in the fight. He was sure they could find some use for someone like him. Plain. Sloppy. Dead, soon, probably.

He sighed, cutting off his mind from all the wandering and pulling himself back into this moment. He’d always felt a deep connection with Dorcas. The two of them understood each other in ways that other people hadn’t. Truthfully, somewhere in the back of his mind he’d always wished that he could love her in the way that meant... something more. He wanted to love someone, anyone, in the normal way. He wanted to be normal and ignore all the bad that was going on around them. It wasn’t in his nature, though, and she knew that about him the same way that she knew they’d never love one another in that way. Of course she did. She knew him quite well, very nearly like another sister. Like the missing piece in the Prewett family.

Fabian opened his eyes and looked down to see Dorcas’s eyes were wide and staring off at the wall blankly. “Hey, sis,” he started. She pulled back and fixed her gaze on him. “I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad.” She grinned in response, rolling her eyes, “See?”

“Yea?” she responded, “What else?”

“Carry you around when your arthritis is bad,” he smiled, closing his eyes again, “All I wanna do is grow old with you,” he paused for a moment before adding, “With anyone, really.”

He felt her head rest on his chest once again, a heavy breath slowly leaving her chest.

“I know.”

[prcwett]

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[prcwett]

@goinstag​: use a line of dialogue from the last movie i watched as a starter.          x-men: days of future past

Fabian loved telling stories. It was one of his favorite ways to pass the time and, in his opinion, the best way to get to know someone better. On top of that, he always enjoyed a laugh. A laugh could keep his mind off of all sorts of things. He loved to get into character and act as if the whole thing was happening all over again. This time he was in a muggle shop in London, James Potter sitting across from him as he spoke.

He looked up at the younger boy, a smile playing on his lips. “What’re you talking about? D’you see something strange here?” He took a glance around, just to be sure no one was listening, and he leaned in as he whispered, “Nothing anybody would believe if you told ‘em.” He gave James a full grin, a bit of laughter bubbling up as he did.

“And that one shut her up. Thank Merlin no one else noticed, or I’d’ve really been in deep shit,” he said between laughing spells, “That’s the last time I go to a muggle pub.”

[prcwett]

BASICS

legal name: Fabian Alford Prewett nickname/alias: Fab, Bean, everything in between birthday: 2 December, 1956 zodiac sign: sagittarius birthplace: St. Mungo’s in London, England gender: cis male pronouns: he/him romantic/sexual orientation: panromantic pansexual languages: English (barely), Italian blood status: pure-blood

CURRENT STATUS

occupation: bartender at The Three Broomsticks loyalty: Order of the Phoenix socioeconomic status: lower-middle class living place: various sofas belonging to his nearest and dearest, London (usually) education level: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry through sixth year

RELATIONSHIPS

parents: Percival Prewett and Maria Prewett (née Vitale) siblings: Gideon Prewett and Molly Weasley (née Prewett) other family: Molly “Nan” Prewett (née Abbott) - paternal grandmother; Alfio “Nonnino” Vitale - maternal grandfather; Charlie, Bill, Percy, Fred, and George Weasley - nephews relationship status: very single pets: Fluffy, a very mean cat he owned during his time at Hogwarts who grew quite fond of him during their time together and who he, reluctantly, did the same with - given Fabian’s current couch-surfing situation, Fluffy stays at his parents home in Italy at least until he gets it all figured out (safe to say that Percy is not pleased with this in the slightest)

APPEARANCE

build: tall, lanky height: 6 ft. 1 in. weight: 162 lbs. hair colour: sandy brown with a reddish tint in the light eye colour: blue-green body mods: tattoos of all sorts, something Gid turned him on to scars/birthmarks: a red bump behind his left ear that his mum always called his strawberry, more scars than he can count all over his legs and especially his hands, and a remarkable lack of scars on his nose despite Gideon’s absolutely inability to miss his face when throwing a quaffle -- the lack of crookedness can, of course, be credited to Maria’s handiness with a healing incantation restrictions: not much of a jumper, although he’s a great flier

MAGIC INFO

wand: dogwood, 12¾ in., unicorn tail hair, rigid boggart: Fab’s deepest fear is the unknown, uncertainty and the like, and death and whatever follows is the greatest unknown there is - the boggart takes the shape of an almost cartoonish grim reaper, a floating skeleton wearing a tattered black robe with a long, rusted sickle patronus: the stork house: gryffindor amortentia: freshly mowed grass, Molly’s perfume, and a hint of mint

ABOUT

three + traits: loving, loyal, light on his feet three - traits: impulsive, indecisive, stubborn myers-briggs: ESFP alignment: 78% true neutral, 76% neutral good

+ more to come at some point probably

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