Who: Fabian Prewett and Charity Burbage When: January 21st, 1978. Early evening. Where: The Great Hall
Fabian trudged through the door of Hogwarts, his Quidditch gear slung over his shoulder. He stopped at the base of the grand staircase, thinking about how sore and tired he was from practice and he didn’t think he would have it in him to make it all the way up to Gryffindor Tower only to have to head back down to the Great Hall for dinner later tonight. He rolled his shoulders once, gauging how he felt and decided that he would either be skipping dinner and going straight to bed, or he would have to camp out around here until dinner time. He would only be making that trip up to the tower once this evening. His stomach rumbled once as if deciding for him and he turned toward the Great Hall. Thankfully he’d showered down at the pitch so he wouldn’t offend anyone at the dinner table and it just so happened he had a book in his Quidditch bag for occasions such as this so at least he would have something to do in the meantime.
His eyes scanned the room once, looking for the best place to sit when he noticed a familiar face at the Hufflepuff table. With a grin, he headed in her direction. “Charity! Mind if I sit here?” He asked, gesturing to the bench across from her. Fabian had a soft spot in his heart for the Hufflepuff. They had been friends for years even after her relationship with Gideon hadn’t worked out. It had been disappointing at first, Fabian was rooting for the two of them, he liked them together, but in the end he could admit they worked better as friends. Fabian was grateful that the end of Gideon and Charity’s relationship hadn’t been the end of their friendship nor the end of Fabian and Charity’s friendship.
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