#dated. april 1980

[fabiansacharmer]

WHEN: 20 April, 1980 WHERE: the Twins’ flat, Puddlemere WHO: Gideon & Fabian Prewett

Now, as Fabian stood in the middle of his bedroom, sorting through drawers and expanding his suitcase inch by inch, he could scarcely remember anything about the past two weeks. Nights of neon lights and clanging cymbals bled together into one big blur, one that Fabian was eager to dive back into as soon as he finished packing. And yet---

Fabian balled up an old Gryffindor Quidditch shirt in his left hand as his eyes wandered around the room. How long the past two weeks had felt whilst he had suffered through them. How stale, and boring, and stretched thin they had become without his best friend by his side. Sure, the security gig Mary had landed him was fun, and the bandmates he worked for were nothing short of a good time. It was a welcome break from the Academy---both for Fabian, and his professors, who had jumped at the opportunity on his behalf with nothing but encouraging words. Maybe this was the breakthrough he needed, they had said. And maybe it was. But Fabian had little interest in his place at the Academy, when his place in his every day life seemed to wobble on crumbling foundation.

As though the universe had heard his thoughts, it unlocked the front door with a loud click. Fabian’s hair stood on edge at the back of his neck as he listened to Gideon shuffle inside. He tossed the old t-shirt into the corner of his room and swallowed.

“It’s just me.”

[hestiajones]

WHEN: Thursday, 15 April, 1980 WHERE: Diagon Alley, London WHO: Asher Avery ( @asheravery ) & Hestia Jones

“Well, you certainly look older.” Hestia regarded Asher with a harsh gaze, despite the twitching corners of her mouth. “Not the least bit wiser, though, I’m sorry to tell you.”

[marlenethemenace]

WHEN: 2 April, 1980 WHERE: Winnie’s, Tinworth WHO: Gideon Prewett ( @gideonprewonder​ ) & Marlene McKinnon

"Whoa."

Marlene's boots squeaked beneath the toes as she came to a startling halt, hands pressed defensively against the chest of the stranger she had just turned into. It was less than a relief when she realized that it was not, in fact, a stranger she had nearly run down in the middle of Winnie's diner. Then again, there were plenty of less favorable non-strangers to run across in Tinworth. Maybe she ought to have been relieved after all.

"You're lucky they haven't given me my pancakes yet," she said, her voice as icy as the accusatory glare of her eyes---though they were about as icy as the warm syrup she was going to dump all over her pancakes.

[fabiansacharmer]

WHEN: 2 April, 1980 WHERE: Tattwho, Cardiff WHO: Cleo Nguyen ( @nguyencleo​ ) & Fabian Prewett

Fabian’s feet had beaten the routine paths in Puddlemere to a pulp by the time he finally apparated. He was almost surprised when he landed in Cardiff---but not really. It was automatic reaction, to find Alice, a natural one. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, relishing in the burn of his jacket collar digging into his neck as he pulled the fabric down, down, down. Senseless words flung themselves through his brain---curses, swears, rabid screams---

“Oi, watch it!” A sharp, thick pain spread through his shoulder as Fabian collided with another wizard, who steadied the both of them and shook his head, disappointed. “Be well, brother,” the man huffed, before charging up the street, leaving Fabian in the eye of the whirlwind he had brought about with him. He looked around, taking the sights of Cardiff in for the first time since appearing from its thin air. The sky was grey, the streets wet--- was that rain on his face? Fabian wiped the droplets away. He felt---exhausted. And almost as much as that, bewildered. Where the fuck had the man come from?

His question was answered as he turned around, noting a door left wide open, jingling in the wind beneath the shop’s sign. Tattwho. Fabian had seen the building before, but had never crossed the threshold to see what was inside. He sighed---a noise as shaky and rattled as the rest of him. He couldn’t see Alice like this. Fabian couldn’t find the energy to exert any more thought on the matter---and then, as if to settle it, the rain doubled its efforts, pouring into the street. He ran inside.

[marlenethemenace]

WHEN: 3 April, 1980 WHERE: Tinworth Egg Hunt WHO: Marlene McKinnon & Billie Robards ( @percivalrobards​ )

“Why isn’t she in pastels?” Marlene held out her arms, into which Billie all but jumped. “Come here and let Aunt Mickey fix you up.”

[marlenethemenace]

WHEN: 15 April, 1980 WHERE: 12 Nanterrow Lane, Tinworth (McKinnon Residence) WHO: Gawain Robards ( @grobards​ ) & Marlene McKinnon

“Have you seen the chickens?”

[marlenethemenace]

WHEN: 31 March, 1980 WHERE: Low Street WHO: Marlene McKinnon & Nash Abberley ( @smokescreenabberley )

Marlene walked briskly across the Hogwarts grounds, hands crossed over her chest and head turned down. Meetings with Professor McGonagall were not unprecedented, at least not where Marlene was concerned. But meetings where she came out the other end of them in tears---

The gates to the grounds closed behind her with a satisfying, electric clash. Marlene picked up her pace, until she was all but sprinting up the road. Home, home, home, was all she could think as she neared Number 5. She had not accounted for a game of sidestep with one of the neighbors.

“Sorry,” Marlene sniffed, as she and Nash Abberley stepped to the same side for the third time in a row. “You stand still, and I’ll just go around.”

[hestiajones]

WHEN: 7 April, 1980 WHERE: Vanity & Co. Offices WHO: Emma Vanity ( @youresovanity​ ) & Hestia Jones

It had taken a great amount of coaxing from a variety of sources, but at long, terrible last, Hestia found herself in her attorney’s waiting room. And she wasn’t the only one. Quietly, Hestia let herself shrink down into her chair, hopeful and doubtful all at once that Emma might not see her there.