Fabean Prewitt

Beloved by his brother, Gidwin.

[the-fabianprewett]

gidecns‌:

“Okay, so — you’re right about that. But don’t I deserve a break…?” Gideon’s expression was quite sad, purposely so. “Ten minutes of reading, two minutes of, well, I don’t really know what I was doing just now but I know it wasn’t reading.” 

Fabian sobered at his brother’s sad expression. “You need a break, Giddy.” He said firmly. “Two minutes staring off into space is hardly enough. What do you say we get out of here for a little bit, yeah?” 

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glittering-glenda‌:

The last thing Glenda remembered was the Quidditch Pitch. Practice had ended, something had happened, and then she woke up, on the ground. Based on what everyone had told her, that wasn’t the correct sequence of events, but if all of her recent memories included it, it stood to reason, at least in her mind, that returning to the Quidditch Pitch could invoke some kind of memory. She would accept anything at this point.

Spring hadn’t quite come to Hogwarts yet, and Glenda burrowed into her scarf as she stood on the field, willing anything to come back to her mind. It became clear within a few minutes that nothing would be coming up, and she stomped her foot on the ground in indignation. It was childish, and it wasn’t helping anything, but she was frustrated, and if nothing was going to work, she deserved to be able to show that. She fell to the ground, and after that it wasn’t long before the tears started - Glenda Chittock had never cried as much in her life as she had over the past weeks - hot against her cheeks as she tried to will them away. Her efforts didn’t last long before she heard another voice - a familiar voice, and looking up, she saw Fabian rushing towards her. He should have been a relief, a happy sight, but instead, she let out another sob, shaking her head. “I - I’m fine. I just - I -” She looked over to him, face tear stained as she tried calming herself. “I can’t remember anything.” 

Her pained expression was like a knife in his heart, and Fabian’s brows drew together in greater concern. Of course she wasn’t alright. Glenda had been through- Merlin knew what- and was now left reeling in the aftermath of the ordeal. Fabian was reminded of the guilt he’d been carrying from his part in the whole of it, a sick sort of feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach and hadn’t left for weeks now. Somehow he doubted it would ever go away. “I’m so sorry, Glenda.”

Slumping his shoulders, Fabian settled down on the grass at her side and looked down at his fingers combing through the short blades with a nervous sort of energy he needed to project somewhere that wouldn’t add to her stress. He wanted to reach out to her, take her hand, perhaps wrap his arm around her, but he couldn’t. Fabian could hardly stand to look her in the eye as of late, afraid she’d see how the way he looked at her had changed without quite knowing why. Glenda didn’t know how he felt about her and Fabian had wrestled with the determination of what was more cruel; keeping the memories of their mutual admission of having feelings for one another to himself, or telling her something had happened when she could never remember it. Either way felt dishonest and unfair. They were supposed to be her memories too and he could never give those back to her. And then an idea struck him. “I might- I might be able to help with that. Some of it, anyway.” 

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pinkyparkinson‌:

WHO: Pinky Parkinson and Fabian Prewett WHEN: Saturday, March 18th, 1978.  WHERE: The Room of Requirement

It all began once she finished her first drink.

She drank it rather quickly, gulping down top to bottom until only an empty glass was in her hand. It was a party, after all, and she loved the person she turned into after a few drinks. It wouldn’t hurt to speed the process up. She was pouring her second when a peculiar feeling came over her. She saw a spot of red hair in the distance, just over the head of a pair of boys snogging in between other couples dancing. Hmm, she mused, that reminds me of Fabian. She smiled, moving in that direction, thinking it would be very nice to see Fabian, to dance with him. It would be like dancing with Gideon, only someone more intelligent, more thoughtful. 

When she thought about it that way, Fabian was actually quite the catch. What did she ever seen in his brother? Something like excitement tittered in her chest as she followed her target. When she stepped from the crowd and saw that it was not Fabian, her heart sunk in her chest. No, no, that wouldn’t do. She pushed back through the dancers, taking a sip of her drink, and then spilling a little on the girl next to her. With hardly a look or an apology, she continued on, until finally, there he was. She stepped from the crowd, a growing smile blossoming across her face. She stopped, waiting for him to notice her, flipping her hair as she did. @the-fabianprewett 

A party hadn’t exactly seemed appropriate at a time like this, considering how every other party this school year had ended, but that was exactly why Fabian had wanted to go. With the chaos of the war brewing around them, it was only right that the students of Hogwarts should seek out a little bit of fun, a chance to make some good memories before the end of the school year and the uncertainty they faced. And should this party end the way so many others had already, well, Fabian supposed having as many members of the Order present could only help. It was also why he hadn’t been quick to finish his first drink, hadn’t even been quick to sip it at first. Fabian was by no means a lightweight, but he’d figured remaining alert would be important.

By the time he’d finished his first drink, however, he found he was no longer very worried about remaining vigilant. Instead, his thoughts had turned to wondering where he might find Glenda- and then he wasn’t thinking about her any longer either. For some inexplicable reason thoughts of Pinky Parkinson filled his mind and Fabian found it was her blonde curls he searched for in the crowd. She wasn’t difficult to pick out, she never had been. Her bright personality stood out in any crowd and Fabian traversed the room to get closer. He watched as she tossed her hair over her shoulder and wondered at the way his heart seemed to race- he understood now why Gideon seemed to like her so much. The urge to talk to her, to confront this strange feeling, was overwhelming and before Fabian could consider the consequences, he’d already called out to her. “Pinky!” He covered his uncertainty over what to say next by side stepping the few dancers remaining between them. “It’s good to see you.” 

[the-fabianprewett]

Who: Fabian Prewett & Glenda Chittock When: March 15th, 1978. Late Afternoon. Where: The Quidditch Pitch

Fabian made his way down to the Quidditch Pitch, eyeing the grey clouds that persisted long after the rain of the last Quidditch match and shook his head at the incredible loss. His body still ached from the three hour game in the cold rain, and he supposed he shouldn’t push himself with the extra practice, but his fingers twitched with the urge to hit a bludger as hard as he could if only to feel like he had accomplished something. For weeks he’d felt so helpless what with Glenda, the attack, the waiting, all of it. At least he’d had the Quidditch match to focus on, something to occupy his mind, only for the whole thing to fall apart completely. It was frustrating, feeling as though he wasn’t able to contribute to anything, spending the days feeling as useless as he did when he was bed-bound though without any excuse. There had to be something he could do to be of use somewhere.

He tried to distract himself with a plan of some sort, the drills he might set for himself or the maneuvers he would attempt to master in the last few hours of daylight fighting to be seen through the dark clouds above. All of his careful planning was forgotten, however, when Fabian realized he wasn’t the only one on the pitch. A familiar figure could be spotted, not very far from him, the sound of her cries tearing at his heart and filling him with guilt all over again. “Glenda?” He called without second thought as to whether she might prefer to be alone, his concern evident in his voice. “Are you alright?” A stupid question, how could she be after everything that had happened, but Fabian couldn’t help but call it out as he jogged toward her, worried she might have hurt herself practicing alone. “You’re not hurt, are you?” He added, dropping down next to her and searching her face for any signs of injury. 

@glittering-glenda

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pinkyparkinson‌:

Pinky nodded. “Yeah, I probably better get going also.” Charms class was next on her agenda, and while she knew it would not be as boring as History of Magic, she really didn’t feel like going. Alas, good grades waited for no witch and if she wanted to maintain her O then she would have to go. She adjusted her bag, sliding it higher up her shoulder, and then smiled one more in Fabian’s direction. “It was nice running into you too, Fabian. Tell Gideon that I said hello if you see him.” She waved her hand and then spun on her heels, heading off to Charms.

[the-fabianprewett]

edgxrbxnxs‌:

Fabian wasn’t saying anything that Edgar had not already told himself, and yet he could not help but to feel defensive. Maybe it had been a mistake for them to trust him, but he found it difficult to accept that. Criticism had never been something that he was very good at taking, and he knew that was something personal that he needed to work on. He bit hard into cheek, and the nails that were already digging into his palm buried even deeper. He wanted to argue back, but he knew that wasn’t the correct course of action. Edgar didn’t have the upper ground here, and while that irked him to no end, he knew that lashing out wasn’t the right thing to do.

This whole thing would make him think twice about future plans, but he didn’t want to admit that to Fabian. He already felt foolish enough, and while it was true that maybe he deserved this, he was an imperfect person that would much rather be angry at Fabian than listen to what he had to say. “If that’s all, Fabian—” He still couldn’t believe he was arguing with Fabian of all people, but here he was. “— then I think we ought to go our separate ways. This conversation isn’t productive.” 

Fabian wasn’t sure whether to feel annoyed or accomplished at the fact that Edgar Bones was suggesting a retreat. Either he had tired of Fabian’s criticism or he had taken it to heart.  Fabian supposed that no matter which outcome he had achieved, there was no more he could do to change it as he had already voiced his frustrations. Unless he wanted to escalate the conflict between them, and he didn’t really, that left little else to do but to part ways with Edgar Bones. The rational part of Fabian might have felt a bit sorry for parting ways on such sour terms, but considering the state Glenda was still in, he couldn’t seem to hear that small rational voice as it was drowned out by the fear and guilt he still harbored inside.

“Perhaps we should.” Fabian agreed, looking over his peer one more time critically. Edgar Bones was passionate enough when it came to their cause, but he was ill-equipped to lead his fellow students on such dangerous missions. Fabian wondered if Glenda was enough to convince him of that fact, or if Edgar would need to see others fall before he’d accept that he wasn’t ready yet. “I’ll see you at the next meeting, Bones.” Fabian said, sure that he would, and sure that he would speak up the next time Edgar Bones proposed a mission. 

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gidecns‌:

“Hey —” Gideon looked indignant. “I was playing with that!” 

“Yeah?” Fabian shot back, fighting back a smile. “And you know what you weren’t doing?” He asked, a brow raising pointedly. “Studying.”  

[the-fabianprewett]

emmyvance‌:

WHO: Emmeline Vance & anyone  WHERE: The Great Hall WHEN: Right after the Quidditch match, on Saturday, March 11th

With a red-and-gold top hat on her head, Emmeline pouted at the Gryffindor table. She had not bothered to stick around after the match – it was bloody and the other Gryffindors around her were annoyed. Instead, she had made her way to the kitchens to grab a bowl of oatmeal before heading to bed. Emmeline wasn’t in the mood for celebrating, and she hadn’t eaten all day due to pre-game festivities. Grouchy was an understatement for how she was feeling. Her spoon clanged against the porcelain bowl as she felt a light touch on her arm. Without looking up, Emmeline groaned. “Are you here to pour some liquor in my oatmeal? I’m not interested, if you’re not.” 

Fabian trudged his way down to the kitchens after the match, not quite ready to return to Gryffindor Tower. The team was in a sour mood after their loss and the rest of their housemates weren’t faring much better. Rolling his shoulders, Fabian could feel the weight of the long game in the rain stiffening his muscles and a chill settling deep in his bones. He supposed a hot meal might do him some good and perhaps improve his mood before heading back to the tower.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one to think a bit of dinner would help, as Fabian quickly spotted Emmeline in the kitchens as well, looking bitterly disappointed. For a moment, Fabian thought he might leave her alone as he was likely one of the last people she’d want to see after the failed match, but he figured it was only right to make sure she was okay. “Pretty sure all of that is back in the Common Room.” He said with a small laugh. “If you don’t mind carrying your oatmeal all the way there, I’m sure we can find some for you.” 

[the-fabianprewett]

pinkyparkinson‌:

Due to her friendship with Gideon, Pinky had always somewhat known about what was going on with Fabian at any given time. She hadn’t paid very much attention necessarily, but she could remember how sick Fabian used to be. She didn’t know much about his illness, but how horrible to have it afflict him during such a stressful time. She smiled sympathetically and placed a friendly hand on his arm. “Well I’m glad you’re out of the hospital and feeling better. I’m sure you hear this a lot, but if I can help in any way, just let me know.”  

“Thank you, Pinky.” Fabian said sincerely, with years of practice behind him. She wasn’t wrong, he did hear the same offer of help more often than not. He knew that it only stemmed from a polite concern, that it was the acceptable thing to say, but in his younger years the sentiment had frustrated Fabian. Mostly because there was nothing that anyone could do for him, and it was only a bitter reminder he was stuck with his illness and had no way out. Eventually, Fabian had outgrown his resentment and had instead come to focus on the compassion others had meant to share with him, even if there still wasn’t anything they could do for him. “I better run to class now, but it was nice running into you.” Fabian gave her a smile as he gestured down the hallway with the tilt of his head. 

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rxbeushxgrid‌:

Rubeus placed a hand on the side of Fabian’s bed and frowned. “Oh, come on now, Fabian. Don’ talk about yerself that way.” Rubeus adjusted the way he was sitting, trying to figure out what sort of wisdom he could impart on the boy in front of him. It wasn’t something he could easily understand, Fabian’s illness. But even if he didn’t truly get that, he at least understood what it was like to be different, and the pity and sympathy that could come with that. 

“It’s different, yer situation, yes.” Rubeus said, smiling at Fabian in hopes that it would bring up his mood. “But that don’ mean you don’ deserve to be worried over.” Rubeus glanced to his left and right, and then leaned in like he had a big secret to tell. “Just between you an’ me, I always liked you most. — Yer a good kid, so don’ go sellin’ yourself short now, understand?” 

A good kid. Fabian couldn’t help a watery laugh at the sentiment. He was far from a good kid, faking a huge scene in the Great Hall that had attracted the worry of his peers, his professors, and the Aurors all so his friends might sneak away on a fated plot that likely got Glenda killed. Fabian was fairly certain he’d made the biggest mistake of his life and he didn’t see how he deserved anyone’s worry. Not now. But somehow, Fabian couldn’t quite admit his part in the scheme even to Hagrid. He hadn’t had much contact with his fellow Order members, and he wouldn’t sell them out while he had no idea what they might be up to in order to help Glenda.

“Thanks, Hagrid.” He said quietly. “I suppose you don’t have to worry over me so much anymore.” Fabian added, giving him a forced half-smile. “I don’t have so many bad days now that I have a cure, you know.” He took a deep breath. “Maybe that’s why it feels so wrong to have everyone worry.” He lied.  

[the-fabianprewett]

edgxrbxnxs‌:

Edgar tried to remind himself that Fabian had a right to be upset. Someone close to him had gone through something terrible, and Edgar held his own share of the blame for that. He knew that. After all, it had been all he could think about for a week. He needed to keep that in mind, because he really didn’t like the way that Fabian was talking to him. But because of the circumstances, and also because it was Fabian of all people, he knew he couldn’t lose his temper. And yet, even so, he could feel the annoying sting of irritation stirring low in his gut. He pursed his lips and curled the fingers of his right hand into his palm until he feel his nails grazing the skin. 

Edgar wanted to tell Fabian that comparing regret was stupid, but that wasn’t a good idea, so clenched his jaw instead. The anger in his belly went from stirring to steaming in a flat second, quickly enough that when Fabian opened his mouth again, he forgot about everything he had just tried to remind himself of.

“Except you did sign up for this. I didn’t lie to you, I didn’t mislead you. You heard my plan, and you agreed to it.” Edgar snapped back, narrowing his eyes. “Yeah, It was half-baked, and sure, I am an amateur. But I didn’t ask for this to happen, and it wasn’t just me. If you think blaming it all on me is going to—” He waved a hand around indiscriminately, “—fix any of this, then you’re wrong.” 

“Yeah well that was my mistake, wasn’t it? Trusting you?” Fabian shot back, his fingers curling tightly into his palms. “One you can be sure I won’t be making again.” His voice was low and he fought off the emotion that threatened to leak through should he raise his voice. Fabian and Gideon had joined the Order to make a difference in this war, sick of doing nothing, sitting by and letting it happen around them. It was this same drive that had pushed them to agree to Edgar Bones’s plan in the first place, however half-assed it might have been.

“You know, you talk a big game, Bones. You’re a salesman if I’ve ever met one.” Fabian  said, pointing a finger at the boy standing before him. “Yeah the rest of us agreed, but it was your idea. No doubt you would have taken credit for it had it gone well, you best be ready to take credit for it when it goes poorly.” And the rest of them gladly would have credited Bones for a job well done had it come to that, but Fabian couldn’t understand why no one was willing to recognize his fault in all of this.

“Blaming you might not fix what happened to Glenda, but maybe it’ll make others think twice before following your lead again. Maybe it’ll make you think twice before proposing another half-assed plan.”  

[the-fabianprewett]

glittering-glenda‌:

Glenda offered a small smile as he took the seat. There was a level of comfort in Fabian, even after everything that had happened, that she was immensely grateful for. He was kind, and gentle, and one of the only people in the school who seemed genuinely concerned about her, not what had happened to her.

“A distraction?” She questioned, raising a brow. Truthfully, she wasn’t paying much attention to her homework to begin with. Her mind was already in a million different places, but taking it away from all of them sounded better than anything she had come up with. Closing her textbook, she grinned. “That sounds wonderful.”  

Fabian couldn’t help the way his grin widened as Glenda took him up on his offer. In truth, he had no real idea of what he might do to distract her. He had been joking more than anything, but he was sure he could come up with something. “Yeah? Okay. Okay, great.”

He hesitated a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. The Quidditch Pitch? No, the Aurors would never let them stray so far from the castle. The Common Room? Too many people with questions just waiting for the chance to speak to Glenda. “I don’t suppose you’d want to get out of here, would you?” Fabian decided, figuring he might think of something along the way. 

[the-fabianprewett]

rxbeushxgrid‌:

It was never a good idea bringing a Niffler inside the castle, if only because they brought havoc everywhere they went. Rubeus had always had a soft spot for the little buggers. He found it charming when they ransacked his hut. He didn’t have much of value in there, but they always managed to get away with a few of his forks and spoons. The Professors inside the castle weren’t as understanding as he was about the nature of such creatures, but how would they ever if they had no exposure? It had been years since Rubeus had snuck a Niffler into the Hospital Wing. Poppy had nearly bitten his head off. But he could remember Fabian’s laughter, and the smile on his face as he laid there so weak in bed. Rubeus reckoned that he could handle Poppy’s anger one more time. 

“Well, maybe not a Niffler.” He glanced conspiratorially at Madame Pomfrey. “I’m here for a pepper-up potion, and there’s no chance she’ll give me one if she even hears a peep from me abou’ any Nifflers.” He gave Fabian a once over then, tilting his head in concern. “I’m glad yer feelin’ better.” He shook his head sadly. “So much is goin’ on here, what with you and Glenda, and those poor students that Fawley attacked. It’s like I don’ recognize the world anymore.” 

Hagrid’s concern would have been touching if Fabian deserved it. He’d never played sick before, and the guilt was weighing heavily on him. In all of his years of suffering from the curse in his veins, it seemed like a cruel joke to him that some children might wish for illness if only for an excuse to miss out on the very things he dreamed of being part of. Fabian had thought faking ill this one time would have been for a noble cause, but as the hours ticked by with no sign of Glenda, Fabian knew that he had made a terrible mistake.

“Please, Hagrid, don’t count me with the rest.” He requested, staring at his lap, unable to meet Hagrid’s eye. “I don’t- it’s not the same. I don’t deserve to be counted with them. It doesn’t- it doesn’t feel right.” Fabian certainly didn’t deserve the same level of concern as those who had been so violently attacked, or Glenda who was still missing. Even had Fabian been truly sick, what was a blood malediction next to all of that? Nothing but a bit of rotten luck and an accident of birth. 

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edgxrbxnxs‌:

Edgar had been fostering shame and blame inside of him for a week now. Days and nights spent in his mind, wondering what he could have done differently, or whether he should have done anything at all. Wondering where Glenda was, who she was with, and what they could possibly be doing to her. It was a strain, a heavy one, and one that he mostly felt he deserved. Others had said otherwise. Remus, particularly, had left Edgar feeling contemplative. You can’t be blamed for what happened. Only the monster who hurt her can be. Was that true? Fabian sure didn’t seem to think so. Edgar clenched his jaw. It was one thing to think something in the privacy of his own thoughts. It was another thing entirely to be told to his face by someone he normally considered a friend. 

He struggled then, with what to do. To defend himself and protect his pride from Fabian’s attacks? Or bow his head and say nothing? Neither were particularly appealing, so he hoped that something in the middle would suffice. 

“I wouldn’t call anything about this lucky.” He responded. It was a fine line he was trying to walk: holding his ground while also staying respectful. “I’m— I’m so sorry for how everything turned out, but I warned everyone. Yes— I know it was my idea to form the group, but we came up with that plan together. And that includes you, Fabian.” He looked away, lifting a hand to run through his hair. “I know I messed up. But it is not all my fault.” Now that he had been faced with his shame in person, he realized that maybe he believed that. 

Fabian frowned, studying Edgar Bones as he spoke. He put forth a logical argument and Fabian wasn’t one to argue emotion against logic no matter how upset he might be. Still, he felt like lashing out, taking his anger and his grief out on someone other than himself, but he couldn’t. Not when he was to blame as well. “I know the part I played in this, and I regret it. More so than I’m sure you regret yours.” Fabian admitted, looking away from Edgar, trying to reign in his frustration.

Fabian’s contribution to the mission had been limited to generating a distraction. He had no knowledge of what happened after he’d drawn the attention of the entire Great Hall to himself aside from what had been whispered to him in the Hospital Wing. He had been a fool for agreeing to assist a mission he hardly knew anything about and he would not make that mistake again. 

“I never signed up for this.” Fabian said in a low voice, shaking his head. “I never agreed to half-baked plans led by amateurs. Next time, let Dumbledore give the orders, yeah? Or leave me out of it.” His words were biting, and perhaps he was being unfair, but Fabian didn’t much care. What were a few bruised feelings when lives had been at stake? 

[the-fabianprewett]

andrei-draganov‌:

Who: Andrei Draganov & the Gryffindor Quidditch Team 

When: March 11th, immediately following the game

Where: Gryffindor locker room 

The beginning of the match had been going so well, it was nearly boring. Hufflepuff had barely been able to score against them, and Gryffindor was in the lead. It had begun to look as if it would be an easy win for them. That was until Andrei began to lose control. It was as if he was doing the exact opposite of what he wanted to do. It had taken him less that a moment to realize what was going on, though no one else seemed too. That was quite possibly what angered him the most, the fact that he was confunded and they didn’t even seem to realize. He was sure that his team thought he was purposely trying to make them lose. 

When it was all over the boy stormed into the locker room, barely putting down his brook stick before he lashed out. His fist collided with his locker, his knuckles stinging as he was sure that the one hit had been enough to draw blood. “Fuck!” He cussed. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to the majority of his house disliking him. At least when it came to Quidditch he’d gain a bit of respect from them. That was up until the attacks. Now they were no longer content with simply ignoring him, lashing out at him every chance they got even when he kept his head down. Andrei was sure that they would use this as another excuse to question and lash out at him. Though this time he truly hadn’t done anything wrong. He wasn’t oblivious to the eyes on him, especially after his outburst. “Got something to say? Go right ahead.” The blonde snapped. He was sure that they had all already made up their minds as to what had happened. Even if he tried to explain, they most likely wouldn’t have listened. 

@the-fabianprewett

Fabian trudged into the locker room soaking wet, chilled to the bone, and in a sour mood. The game had been theirs, never in his entire Quidditch career had Gryffindor held that large of a lead, and then it slipped right through their fingers. It wasn’t just disheartening, it was frustrating. Everyone had played their best, everyone except for one teammate. Fabian watched as Andrei punched at his locker, wincing at the sound. No doubt it would hurt, but he didn’t much care about Andrei’s hand. When Andrei spun his anger around at him, Fabian felt his own bubbling up in turn “Yeah, yeah I’ve got something to say.” He said, his voice rising as he stepped closer to his teammate.

“What the fuck happened out there?” Fabian asked, his arm sweeping dramatically toward the door leading to the pitch. “It was like you weren’t even trying.” Somewhere in the back of his mind, Fabian recognized that Andrei was playing differently than he ever had in practice or matches before, but his newfound distrust of his teammate clouded such rational thoughts. “What were you thinking?”

@alionheartedprig​

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glittering-glenda‌:

As she recognized Fabian, Glenda’s heart sank. She wouldn’t have been so terse if she knew it was him in front of her. They were good friends, and while there was a part of her that wondered if something more could be there, it seemed like the world was steering her away from trying to pursue anything in the current moment.

“I - no. The professors are giving me extra time for what I missed and -” He didn’t care about any of that. “I’m sorry Fabian. I didn’t mean to be so cross. The past few days have been -” Glenda paused, trying to find the right word. “- complicated.” She gestured to the chair across from her own. “Do you want to sit?” 

“No, please- you don’t have to apologize to me.” Fabian assured her, waving away her apology. While he couldn’t say he had ever experienced anything quite like what Glenda was going through, Fabian knew how easy it was to lash out at others when you found yourself in what seemed to be a hopeless situation. “I can only imagine how tough things have been.” 

Fabian hesitated for a moment at her invitation. He hadn’t meant to interrupt her studies, but if she wanted his company, he would hardly say no. “If I’m not a bother.” He said, closing his textbook and shuffling his things together to move closer to her. “Or maybe you’d prefer a distraction?” Fabian couldn’t help but flash her a smile as he sank into the chair across from her.  

[the-fabianprewett]

magnoliacaroline‌:

Who: Maggie Steward and anyone When: Her first day at Hogwarts, February Where: A corridor, in front of a mirror

“So… let me get this straight. The staircases just move whenever they feel like it, some of the stairs aren’t even real, and there’s a ghost who likes to just randomly drop water balloons on unsuspecting students.” Maggie let out a sigh as she continued to attempt to dry her hair. “And you all just accept this as normal parts of your school day?!” 

At first the flash of blonde hair and the clearly American accent had Fabian assuming he’d run into Savannah Wilkinson. Peeves certainly seemed to have it out for the American transfer students, Beau in particular, but on second glance Fabian realized it wasn’t Savannah at all. This girl was much shorter, and though Fabian was hardly familiar with American accents, hers sounded different from the Wilkinsons’. Less twangy, he’d say. “That about sums it up.” He said good-naturedly, wincing as she rubbed at her hair. “I’m guessing you’re new around here? Peeves usually likes to pick on the new students.”