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[fabiansprewett]

Village Adventures || F-Squared

Fabian was bored.

This on its own was a rare occurrence, but it was also a very dangerous one. Because when Fabian Prewett got bored, there were very few spared from the following whining, pranking, and general nuisance that Fabian turned into when this happened. He'd flopped back on his bed at this point, after having bugged most of the common room and even done most of his homework and checked all his prank traps to see if any had been set off or anything. Only one of them had, which really didn't justify setting more. He sighed, looking at the curtains above his bed.

Was there anyone else that he could bother? He'd already searched the castle high and low for Gid, but that had proved futile. His twin seemed to have disappeared again, and Fabian was willing to bet his broom that Gid had taken another of his weekend get aways. Which Fabian was fine with, really; he just wouldn't liked to have been told about it beforehand. He didn't really like finding out that Gid was gone by not being able to find him. Fabian made a face and told himself to remember to mention that to Gid next time he saw him, but knew he'd forget between now and then. Fabian crossed his arms behind his head and was about to resign himself to truly not having anything to do when he looked to his left and saw Frankie's bed.

Frankie! Fabian jumped up and raced down the stairs to the common room, looking around for the Head Boy. He didn't see him at first and was about to head down to the library, when Frankie climbed through the portrait hole. Fabian strolled over and stood staunchly in Frankie's way. "Hullo, Frankie," he said, a devilish grin on his face. "What do you say about going on a little adventure?" he asked, a plan forming in his head. "Oh, and just so you know, if ya say no, I'm just going to drag you on the adventure anyway." He smirked.

[xenonlovesgood]

Corridor Skipping || Xenon and Frank

Xenon had noticed that he'd been talking to a lot of people here lately. This year so far had been his most social of all his years at Hogwarts. He wasn't really quite sure why that was, but it was a truth all the same. Sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, he had his elbows leaned on the table, his chin resting in his hands, glowering at the chair across from him. This whole social thing was quite puzzling, so he was thinking about it, and he was getting frustrated because he couldn't work out what he was doing differently to make people talk to him. Unless... Unless it was that people were actually nice this year. That would be pleasant.

He smiled, and climbed off the table, stretching his arms above his head to pop his shoulders. Vaguely aware of a few third years giving him weird looks, Xenon just smiled at them, and told them not to eat any cherries at dinner. They just gave him even more of a weird look, and he waved at them and skipped off. It was nearly time for the meal, and Xenon had plans to actually eat in the Great Hall for the first time in a while. Now that he'd decided that people were being nice, he wanted to help encourage the behavior. It was much better than being bullied like what happened when he was younger. Even though the bullying stemmed from people's closed minds and unwillingness to accept things that are different than the norm, he couldn't deny that he wasn't happy that had stopped.

Though, he did still feel a bit bad for the bullies. They really didn't understand how damaging their behavior was, both to others and to themselves. Xenon just shrugged it off as he skipped, resigning himself to the fact that he can't help everyone, especially not if they don't want to be helped. That was the truly sad thing. 

On his way to the Great Hall, Xenon seemed to get lost and ended up on the other end of the castle. He'd been too deep in thought to notice where he was going, he figured. He'd been a bit curious about why he hadn't had to slow down and go down some steps, but hoped that it was just one of those things that happened in Hogwarts, and there was a way down to the Great Hall without actually going down stairs. Logic said that wasn't possible, but Xenon didn't take much stock by logic. It was often irrational.

He looked up and noticed that he was near where he thought Gryffindor Tower was. More importantly, he was also very near to running straight into a boy in the corridor. Xenon slowed down and ended up coming to a stop right in front of the person. He tilted his head to the side, looking down on him. He looked familiar, and like he might be a year older than Xenon, but he wasn't sure. There was something shiny on his chest that interested Xenon though. He liked shiny things.

"Hi. Do you have a name?" he asked.

[fabiansprewett]

Facilitating Fralice || Frankie and Bane

Fabian was sat in Defense Against the Dark Arts, trying not to let his brain leak out his ears before they had to get up and do the practical part of the lesson. Right now, he was listening to Professor Mortlake drone on and on about the importance of correct wand movement for the Patronus charm. Really, he thought Patronuses were interesting, he did... but listening and paying attention to lectures wasn't Fabian's best skill. In fact, he was rather bad about it. He sighed and looked down at the scrap of parchment on his desk that he was meant to be taking notes on. At this point, he was confident that he had the charm down anyway, so he didn't need notes anymore - it was all review after all.

Turning his head to look around the room, grasping at anything that would capture his attention until the practical part of the lesson, Fabian caught sight of his favorite non-twin dormmate, Frankie. He smirked, an idea striking him all the sudden. He remembered his talk with Frankie the other day in the dorms, about that little 6th year that was friends with Molly - Alice Murphy. The one Frankie loooooooved. Suppressing a snicker at that thought, Fabian dug around in his bag for his quill and ink before realizing it was already sitting on his desk. Hoping no one saw his goof (though they wouldn't know his motivation anyway so he reckoned it didn't matter) he picked up his quill and scribbled a note on the parchment in front of him.

"Frankie,

I reckon you know that Valentine's day is coming up. As in tomorrow. You know what you should do? Get something for that Alice of yours. I think it'd be a good idea."

Satisfied with his work, he tore off the piece he'd written on and wadded it up. Since Frankie sat nearer to the middle of the room whereas Fabian was on the side, he had to twist around in his seat a bit to get a good aim. But once he did, Fabian waited, poised for launch, until Mortlake turned around to write something on the chalkboard she had set up. As soon as her back was turned, Fabian threw the parchment across the room and watched it hit its target of Frankie's head. He smirked and settled back in his seat, watching Frankie for his reaction.

[fabiansprewett]

Dorm Happenings || Frankie and Fabian

Fabian was sitting in Transfiguration class, nodding off a bit. McGonagall was simply lecturing them today on human transfigurations, and Fabian had been up late on a drinking excursion with the Gideot, so he was having a hard time being bothered to pay attention. He knew he should, since it'd probably come up on NEWTs, but that wasn't a big enough motivator. Not really. His head was about to slip off of his hand, where he'd propped it up, when the bell that dismissed classes rang through the castle. Fabian jumped up, looked around, a bit confused. He regained his bearings soon enough and gathered his things up, wiping some drool of his chin. 

Walking through the corridors when you weren't all the way awake wasn't always the best idea though, as he nearly ran over a poor second year girl who squeaked and ran away. "Sorry!" Fabian called out, and shook his head, a bit more awake now. It wasn't long after that that he managed to make it to Gryffindor Tower, incredibly grateful that he didn't have any more classes for the day. He'd have to go back and read the chapter they covered in Transfiguration, given that he slept through most of the class. In fact, Fabian was a bit surprised that McGonagall let him get away with it... though he supposed that she just didn't see. Good thing for him, he reckoned.

He waved at a few of his friends in the common room, before trudging up the stairs to change out of his uniform and put up the books he wouldn't be needing to study. As he walked in, he spotted none other than the famed Head Boy (and his dorm mate) Frank. Fabian smirked a bit and came up to lean on one of the posters of Frank's bed.

"Hey, Frankie! How ya been, mate?" he asked, unceremoniously dropping his bag on the floor.

[alicemurphy]

Amber's Christmas Present

Amy dashed into the morgue just as Molly was finishing the last of her paperwork. “Are you done yet? Come on, it’s time to go.”

Molly chuckled, signing the last page and putting it down. “Where are we going?”

“River lent me her vortex manipulator so I’m taking you on an adventure. Girls day out, something totally fun.”

“I thought you were trying to take me shopping.”

“I didn’t promise that it would be in this century. Do you have your coat?”

As Amy had been talking, Molly had pulled off her lab coat and switched into her winter coat so that she was all ready before Amy had asked the question. Amy grabbed her hand, pulling the laughing Molly behind her. "How does a vortex manipulator work?"

"I don't exactly know, but it works and that's the important part. Let's go!" 

Amy placed Molly's hand on the strap on her wrist, messing with a few of the buttons as she did so. "I figure we won't be too out of place in the 1920s. And they're bound to have some interesting things."

"Are you sure we should time travel? I mean there are plenty of shops right here."

"Don't be daft. This will be lots more fun. Besides, think of the interesting Christmas gifts you could get for people. It would be unlike anything they had ever seen before."

Molly's thought drifted to Sherlock and Greg, equally difficult to shop for, although for entirely different reasons. That more than anything convinced her. "All right, all right, we'll go. What do I need to do?"

"Hold on." She flashed Molly a smile. "Geronimo." And with that she finished fiddling with the knobs and pushed the button to transport.

A flash and an instant later, they were standing on the same street. But it was unlike anything Molly had ever seen before. Long coats and short hair surrounded her, making Molly feel a little out of place. She tugged on the end of her jacket, but there wasn't anything she could do about it right now. And she liked her long hair. The street in front of her was teeming with cars that she'd only ever seen in a museum or in period films. But they were here, running and no one blinked an eye. This was their normal. 

Before Molly could really start to absorb everything that was happening, Amy was pulling her down the streets again. "Well, now we're here, let's get some real shopping done. You need a much better coat for one thing. How long have you had that?"

"I-I don't know. I just-"

"That's what I thought. High time for a new one. Let's start-here." She picked a shop at random. Almost all of them would have the type of thing Amy was looking for. The beauty of the 20s. 

They started looking through the shop and Molly almost forgot that they had traveled through time to get here. It felt so similar to many of the other times where Amy had dragged Molly around, trying to 'fix' her wardrobe. Apparently a new coat was Amy's focus today. They had managed to work their way through half the store, Amy vetoing all of Molly's suggestions saying that they were too frumpy or just hideous. 

Suddenly, Amy gave an excited shriek. "I found it Molly! Come look come look!" When Molly found where Amy was standing, she was stunned. It was a gorgeous coat. It was a pale green so Molly didn't feel like she would be overwhelmed in it. But it looked warm, comfortable, and just slightly fitted. When she tried it on, she knew this was her coat. Even Amy looked approving.

When they approached the cash register though, Molly was reminded that they were in a different time. She pulled out her money and handed it to the man behind a cash register that she was sure she would later see in a museum. At least money didn't change. She pulled out the correct number of bills and a few coins, laying them on the counter. Without a second glance, the cash register wrapped up the coat and handed it over, counting the change. Then he looked at the date printed on the coins.

"Is this some kind of joke? These can't possibly be real coins." The store clerk looked at them both in suspicion. Amy took one look, grabbed Molly's hand and started to run. "You come back here. Thieves! Thieves!"

They were out the door and down a side alley before the clerk could escape from behind the counter. As Molly gasped for air, Amy fiddled with the vortex manipulator. "Amy, maybe we should take this back. I mean, he's right we used sort of impossible money and I wouldn't want to steal it."

Before she replied Amy slammed Molly's hand on the vortex manipulator and hit the button for time travel. Seconds before the clerk and a police constable came skidding around the corner, they were gone. 

Molly found herself once again outside St. Barts, surrounded by cell phones and jeans. The coat was still clutched in her hands, inside its brown paper wrapping. "Amy, we just stole a coat. We should take it back."

Amy looked at her and started laughing. "You have a beautiful coat that you won't be able to find anywhere else except for exorbitant amounts of money. And you did leave the money behind, so it isn't really stealing. They'll just be a little confused for awhile. Besides, you deserve this right now."

"Oh!"

"What?"

"We were supposed to go Christmas shopping. I still have no ideas for anyone else."

[thebookishwerewolf]

Gryffindor Common Room || Remus and Frank

Remus wandered down from his dormitory, his school bag in hand. He had been doing homework on his bed, where it was nice and quiet, but the problem he found with that was that it was too quiet. He kept falling asleep while writing and that just wouldn't do at all. A walk to the common room was sure to wake him up a bit, as well as the constantly noisy common room. 

He looked about the room from the foot of the stairs, seeing a bunch of the younger students in the middle of the room playing Gobstones, and more of the older students sitting at the tables. He was about to sit at an empty table, when he saw none other than the headboy Frank sitting at a table alone. He walked over.

"Hello, Frank. It's been a while since we've crossed paths. Mind if I sit down?"

[alicemurphy]

New Beginnings || Alice & Frank

Alice closed the greenhouse door behind her and locked it. She had finished the work she had promised to do for Professor Mitica and she had been able to check on Parnella's dirigible plums. They were continuing to grow surprisingly well, adapting to the new soil easily enough. She still needed to talk to her and figure out exactly what magical process had gone into making those. Did the magic change how edible the fruit was? She was occupied with these thoughts and was surprised to find herself wandering down towards the lake. She glanced back up at the castle and the work waiting for her there, but then she firmly turned back to the lake. She needed time away from all of those stresses, time just for her that wasn't work. 

After wandering for a few minutes, she realized that she wasn't as alone as she had assumed. Nearby, she glimpsed Frank Longbottom. She was surprised to see him, but then, he probably was doing the same thing as her. Getting away from everything. It was NEWT year for him, so the pressure had to be intense. A few minutes by the lakeside would be a welcome relief. She didn't know Frank that well, but he had always been kind and level-headed. They had had several lovely conversations in the past, but it was harder to talk to someone that wasn't in your year. Now right not be the best time though, because if he was trying to relax from the constant chatter of the common room, he might not want to see anyone. She didn't want to disturb him.