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closed starter for gideon green / @greengideon
" Whaddya' think of the new recruit? I know he was supposed to be temporary, but I think we should keep him on for good. Throws a helluva hook. " Fingers takes a sip from the cardboard cup, wincing at the familiar bitterness of whatever drip they served at the weekly AA meetings. " It's crazy how much the team has grown. Remember when it was just me, you, and Red? Seems like forever ago. "
we’re the gladiators: closed for gideon prewett
When she was at Hogwarts, Lily had been in the dueling club. She hadn’t been the best dueler, but she’d been far from the worst. She’d often surprised her opponents with how aggressive her style was, she favored offense and an attack first, evade later strategy. It served her well at school where she’d had a reputation bordering on goody-two-shoes. She’d been the girl to go to if you needed help and, despite all the times she’d given a bully whatfor, not the girl to watch out for.
If there was one thing she learned at her first dueling training, it was that she had a lot to learn. At the Barns, she didn’t have the benefit of surprise, and she’d never before realized how much of her strategy relied on being underestimated. Her fellow Order members expected her to be good, and it showed her that she wasn’t. At least, she wasn’t good enough, as good as she could be, as good as she wanted to be. So Lily Evans, star pupil of just about every class she ever attended, decided to do one of the many things she did best, and get help.
Lily knew she had a few different options for help. She could ask Remus, who was undoubtedly the best dueler of the new recruits, or go to one of the instructors. But she didn’t want to bother the instructors just yet and she didn’t want to just be the best of the new recruits, she wanted to be better. So she watched the older recruits and picked out one who good, really good.
Later, at the campfire, she approached him. “I’m Lily Evans, are you Gideon or Fabian?” She figured she had about a 50/50 chance of him telling the truth, if the infamous former prankster was anything like her marauders.
@gideonthesoldier
closed event starter for @prwttgdnn
Like hell was he going to pay the extortionate prices of the stadium’s drinks stands. Brenton had no qualms about sneaking a bottle of scotch into the game. Not a huge one, as getting drunk too early in the day was a bad idea and best left for celebrations after the game, but a bottle nonetheless. Once past security, he didn’t even bother to hide it that much. Half the crowd had brought in things they shouldn’t have and there was no way of policing it. He took a swig as he weaved through the crowds, and glared at someone who looked his way. “What are you looking at?”
Did he recognise him? Possibly from somewhere, and while Brenton knew for most people of a similar age to him, Hogwarts would be the place to look, for him it was a case of one term when he was thirteen-fourteen. He wasn’t fussed about trying to decide if he knew the man, though. In all honesty, Brenton didn’t care, but he had pressure on a lot of sides to be a more functional member of society and it might be good to start laying some groundwork for alibis and appearances of innocence so he made out as if he was doing a double take and looking back at the man, before asking, “Wait, do I know you?”
Who: @gideonxlattimore and Ricky
Where: Kismet Harbor High School for an event for Ready Set Clean
When: May 2024
With the school year ending, Ricky was glad to have some activities lined up for the summer months. Between joining Ready Set Clean, and other groups in town, he knew he'd be able to fill up those long summer days with things other than lounging around all the time. For his first event, he was helping clean up some of the classrooms down at the high school as it was almost the end of the year. "Hey Mr. Lattimore, how's it going?" Ricky asked as he approached his all time favorite teacher from high school. One man who made a difference on Ricky as a teenager and had helped him realize he wanted to be a teacher himself.
who: @prwttgdnn when: late where: three broomsticks
Orion hadn’t been planning to stay. He was walking back home from work when he had passed the pub and decided to get a couple of extra bottles of firewhiskey since he seemed to be going through the ones at his own at a ridiculous pace. It seemed to be the only way he could stomach anything going on around him so he had easily fallen back on old habits. That was when he saw Gideon sitting by himself at the bar; they had known each other through some troubled times but Orion’s memories of him were still fond even if they were slightly tinted. He made his way over, a smile appearing on his lips as he took the seat by his side, “Buy you a drink?”
Who: Peter & @gidexnprewxtt When: February 29, 1980 Where: The Leaky Cauldron
A pint of firewhiskey in front of him.
Peter’s hands curled around the mug with a sense of hesitation. There were a few instances in his life where he felt inclined to buy a drink. He had offered to buy one for Gideon as well. Partially for the company, but also because he felt like he wanted to talk to someone. Perhaps not come clean about what happened back at the castle, but talk in vague terms about it all. Thank you, he motioned toward the barkeep. Peter brought the heavy mug to his lips and took a deep sip. “So how did it go ?” He asked, looking over at Gideon.
It still unnerved him sometimes to try to tell the difference between the two Prewett’s. He knew that they couldn’t help being twins but it did often confuse him. He ran a hand through his hair, looking around the room. It was pretty barren today. Which made sense for the time that they had arrived here, it was nearly the middle of the day. After this Peter was set to visit Sirius at St. Mungo’s and somehow hide his shame there. He leaned back onto the chair that he was in and allowed the ambient noise to soothe his worried mind. Peter looked over at the other man, “Settling with the news of Moody and everything ?”
Peter had a habit of doing that. Unfurling thoughts as they were punctuated with questions. It was as if he was unwilling to commit to saying a full sentence in the first place. Perhaps because he already knew some of the answers to the things he was inquiring about. Because this seemed more like a force of habit for some instances than true conversation. “I know that Sirius . . .” He trailed off, biting his lower lip. “Well, I plan to visit him next.”
Where: Gryffindor 7th year boys’ dormitory When: 10th January 1978, afternoon Who: Remus && @prewettxgideon
They never made it to lessons that day, as they got back from the Ministry too late, but there were certain people Remus wanted to speak to before the Hogwarts rumour mill caught on that they had returned. When he put his bag down in the dormitory he found himself looking at the one bed that had been occupied the past few days. What had Gideon thought about finding himself alone in the dorm? And given how many secrets the Marauders kept from him, was there a chance he was finally becoming suspicious of what exactly they got up to the nights they weren’t there. Remus sat at the end of his bed and waited.
When Gideon came in, Remus was reading up on Patronuses. He looked up from the book and cast it to the side. “Hello. I’m sorry to say you don’t have the dorm to yourself any more.” He tried for a smile, to joke about the situation, but it fell a little flat with his resentment over all that had happened still too strong.
Where: the Yule Ball Who: Brianne && @prewettxgideon
She had reached that level of tipsy where everybody got a hello and whoever responded with more than a smile was told about how special today was as she was now twenty. She had forgotten that she was wearing a birthday sash which announced the fact but it had also twisted around so the words were now more over her shoulder than across her body. “Gideon!” She bounced up to the familiar face, dancing to whatever blur of music was now playing, though her moves didn’t particularly match the beat or the tone of the song. “Are you having the best time ever? Oh! Guess what!”
