#gideonprewonder

[whiskeynward]

when: 7 december 1979 where: faintly wronski who: @gideonprewonder​

“You ever bring the kid to the bar? Do other people bring their kids to this bar?”

[fabiansacharmer]

when: Friday, 27 March, 1979, afternoon where: Low Street No. 7 who: Gideon & Fabian Prewett @gideonprewonder​

Somewhere in the shuffle -- between the Dueling Club showcase, the essays, the April schedule for Prefect rounds that had barely been posted in time -- Fabian had lost track of the date. More than that, he had lost track of how few days he had left until graduation. Better than an alarm clock was the pile of mail that had accumulated for him at the kitchen table. Parents asking about graduation dates, advertisements for flats near Diagon Alley, reminders about course work deadlines---and, in the very middle of the pile, an acceptances to the Auror Academy.

Fabian had tossed the envelope aside before he had realized what it was. Atop the thick envelope’s fold was not simply a plain Ministry seal, but one specific to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. If his mother and sister could see him now, tearing the thing to shreds while a letter opener the former had bought him laid only inches away on the counter---

The first three lines  of the letter passed through Fabian’s eyes no less than five times before the rest of him caught up. Accepted. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, given Fabian’s marks, and the things he’d accomplished over the years---but the acceptance itself wasn’t what was so shocking. The rest of the packet fell to the kitchen counter as Fabian, with the first sheet of parchment in hand, stormed up the stairs and into his brother’s bedroom.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”

[tonkstedtalk]

Ted was probably at least six drinks deep by this time, working on his next drink. “Oi, Gideon, mate, I’ve got a gift for you.” @gideonprewonder​

[fabiansacharmer]

when: Friday, 17 January, 1979, roughly 10 pm where: 7 Low Street who: Fabian Prewett & Gideon Prewett

“Oi, knob.” Fabian's breath came warm and fast as he made for Gideon’s room. His conversation with the spunky as ever Hattie had left him both perplexed and anxious---two things he didn’t have room for this early in his return from the holiday. But as he rounded the corner into his brother’s bedroom, an energy foreign to Gideon permeated the air, trumping any feeling Fabian had intended to detonate when he’d walked inside.

“You alright?”

[fabiansacharmer]

when: Monday, 27 January, 1979, past midnight where: DADA Corridor who: Fabian & Gideon Prewett

It was the first time Fabian could remember using his status as Head Boy to get onto grounds past curfew. It was the first time Fabian could remember using his status as Head Boy to do anything unsavory, actually. But he couldn’t ignore the missing key that normally hung off the side of his desk, especially not when his brother, too, was missing. Though it was well after midnight, and Fabian’s shoes were still sticky with spilled beer, he crept quietly through the castle until he reached the Defensive Magic Corridor. Just as he suspected, the classroom reserved for Dueling Club storage was unlocked---nor was it empty.

Fabian didn’t interrupt. Instead, he hopped up on one of the desks shoved up against the wall and watched; waited.

[fabiansacharmer]

when: Sunday, 15 March, 1979, afternoon where: Low Street No. 7 who: Gideon & Fabian Prewett

“Did you feed her anything off?” Fabian gestured to the cat clinging to his lap, who had not stopped exuding gas since she’d sat down.

[fabiansacharmer]

when: Tuesday, 27 August, 1978, mid-afternoon where: No. 7 Low Street who: Fabian Prewett & Gideon Prewett

“You want one?”

[fabiansacharmer]

when: Friday, 15 November, 1978, after midnight where: No. 6 Low Street who: Fabian Prewett & Gideon Prewett

“Should we do another?”