#fabian001

[lizarosier]

Liza had to admit that agreeing to go out for dinner with Fabian was dangerous. She actually didn’t know his last name, but she also hadn’t been truly honest with who she was. That was something that kind of thriled her though. This was exciting, and she’d not had fun like this for a while. Other than her death eater activites anyway. It was why she had agreed to go for dinner again once she’d recieved the owl from Fabian. It also didn’t hurt that he was pretty attractive. She was looking forward to the date. Fabian might not have actually quite called it that, but Liza was seeing it as a date, and that was what had made it so exciting.

They’d agreed to meet at the Happy Dragon. She hadn’t had chinese in a while so she was looking forward to it. She was a little early, but that was okay. She gave the waiter her name, and was taken over to a table. She ordered a red wine whilst she waited for Fabian to join her. Now, hopefully he wouldn’t be late nor stand her up, otherwise that would be pretty sad.

@fabianxprewettx​

[aliceinaurorlxnd]

Who: Alice and @fabianxprewettx​

When: Around 11pm

Where: Secluded park somewhere in London

To even get to actively fight in the Order after she’d had Neville had been a battle in it self for Alice. She had been frustrated that she’d fallen pregnant she as people were starting to trust her. It had put her right out of the action. And she had hated it. Most of her maternity leave she had been formulating her speech for why she had to be back in the field. To be honest it would have just been a waste of all her skills and natural talent if they hadn’t let her fight. She knew it was dangerous, but she was determined to do something to make the world a better place for her little boy. And Frank was happy with that. They’d had lots of long discussions about it. Alice had only gone back in the field, both with the Order, and the auror office with her husband’s approval.

They made her go out in pairs now. But that didn’t bother her. She liked going out in pairs. Tonight she was out with Fabian. She liked Fabian, the pair were close. She trusted him a lot. If she was honest she trusted everyone in the Order, but there were a few she trusted more. Fabian was one of those people. They were currently sat on a park bench, waiting for something to happen. “Do you think something will happen? Or have we just wasted our evening sat here?” They’d had some intel that something was going to happen, but Alice was beginning to think that nothing was going to happen. That would have been one waste of an evening.

[eliaslxna]

where: Elias’ garage who: Elias Asistores and Fabian Prewett ( @fabianxprewettx​ )

If someone called Elias a hoarder, he would strongly deny it. But here Fabian Prewett was, in his garage seeing the evidence against him. Instead of accumulating wealth throughout the decades that he was alive, Elias collected - not hoarded - muggle items that interested him. It just so happenned that a lot of things interested him. Particularly those that looked like what muggles called ‘technology’ with purposes that weren’t obvious just from single look. After getting his hands on them, Elias loved to tinkered with them until they either break or he figures out how to adapt them to run on magic. 

Elias had allowed Fabian to enter his garage, always grateful for people who could appreciate how he passes the time. But even though he didn’t mind letting Fabian explore and toy with the knick-knacks in his garage, it was a workspace just as much as it was a storage. A number of items are still works in progress and it would be ashame if Fabian accidentally knocked something setting him back. So Elias lurked on the side, looking quite proud of his collection, as Fabian looked around.

“Oh that. It’s a uhmm...” Elias racked his brain for the name of the gadget Fabian was looking at. “It uh... supposedly does arithmetic if you push the buttons. A counter? No... Computer. Calculator! Yeah. Calculator.”

[deathqueen]

𝚆𝙷𝙾: Narcissa & @fabianprewitt. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽: January 6th, 1979. 2:30PM. 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴: Flourish & Blott’s. 

𝙽𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙰 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽 𝚃𝙾 𝙸𝚃, she sympathizes with Fabian’s plight — not personally, of course, but she’s heard whispers, snippets of gossip. A family fallen out of favor, children abandoned in the dust, it’d been all tragedy and misfortune for the poor Prewetts. Even so, the woman didn’t exactly have to like the man, but her upbringing compels her to greet the man nonetheless. 

“Fabian,” she starts, tucking her own book underneath her arm, “wasn’t aware that you could read.” Still, she can’t help but let the snark edge into her voice. After all, she is a Black underneath the haughty guise of an elite wife. 

[marauder-remus-lupin]

Who: Remus Lupin & Fabian Prewett When: June 14th, 1979. Where: The MacMillan Wedding

Remus stood at the bar, drink in hand, doing his best to keep out of the way. He’d never been to a wedding before, for obvious reasons, and was flattered that Ezra and Eliza had thought to invite him. Though part of him wondered if he had been invited solely to keep his friends in check, as they were known to get into trouble time and again. He scanned the crowd of guests for them now, wondering if they had made it on time and hoping they were on their best behavior. Surely they could let loose at the reception, but there was enough excited energy in the air without the Marauders running around causing trouble.

As he scanned the crowd of guests for his friends, Remus spotted a familiar figure and determined to say hello. Fabian Prewett had become something of a mentor to him, and Remus always enjoyed the opportunity to pick his brain. Now that he thought about it, however, they never really had a chance just to talk about something other than Order business and he thought it might be nice to make the effort now. “Mr. Prewett!” He greeted as he walked closer. “It’s nice to see you!” Remus held out his hand, smiling as he did so.

@unspeakableprewett

[doe-eyedmeadowes-blog]

Doe wasn’t necessarily a morning bird -- of course she had to be up and about in the earliest of hours but that didn’t mean she had to enjoy it. Her frustrations this very morning however were quite justified when she nearly jumped out of bed at the sound of footsteps. That noise would have been comforting if she didn’t know that she was meant to be alone today and her roommates were out and about. Pulling the long jumper over her head, she didn’t hesitate for a second to grab her wand, slowly opening her door as she peeked out from the small space she had managed to make, there was nothing. She stepped out into the hall at ease, the shape of a man catching the corner of her eye, “are you fucking kidding me?” she nearly yelled, as the all too familiar Prewett stood before her, “I could have killed you -- it’s nine in the morning, Fabian. What the bloody hell are you doing here?” she huffed, tucking her wand into her boxer shorts as she glared daggers at the man, attempting to ignore the adoration that was threatening to burst from her heart at the sight of the man. She had missed him. 

[bellamaria-veni-blog]

“Hogwarts is really lovely. I’m still getting lost all over the place, though.”