PREWETT, FABIAN ALEXANDER

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IN MY MIND I’VE BEEN THERE
general information

FULL NAME:

“My full name is Fabian Alexander Prewett. When I was a teenager, I had this momentary spur of inspiration to see what my name meant because for some reason I thought that it would explain something about who I was. Yeah, so I went through a bit of a philosophical funk. Let me assure you, I’m completely over it. Anyway, Fabian comes from a Roman general named Quintus Fabius Maximus. Now if you as me, that’s a much better name than Fabian Alexander Prewett. As far as I know, my parents gave me Fabian as my first name for no other reason than they liked the sound of it. Fair enough, I say. Alexander comes from an ancient Greek work which meant ‘defending men’, which I’ve always thought was pretty cool. Even though both of my parents have told me that they just chose my names based on how they sounded, when I was fifteen, I thought that it meant my purpose in life was to defend mankind. I was weird back then. It’s pretty obvious where I got ‘Prewett’ from. I have no idea what it means, so don’t even ask.”

NICKNAMES:

“Where do I begin? I get a whole bunch of different things: Fabs, Fabe, Fabulous, Fabtastic, Fabulicious, Prewett, git (mostly by my siblings) and any other variation that you can get with my name. I don’t really mind it if people call me whatever they like, just as long as they don’t get Gideon and I confused. Now that annoys me.”

GENDER:

"Last time I checked, I was a fella. Hopefully next time I check I'll still be a bloke. If not, then Housten, we have a problem."

AGE:

"I'm pleased to tell you that I am twenty-seven years old. There's nothing more to add to that."

BIRTHDAY:

“For your information, I was born on the seventh of February, nineteen fifty-three. I am younger than my twin brother by three minutes. He’s held that above me for my entire life. Damn him.”

BLOOD STATUS:

“Well, I’m about as inbred as they get. Yeah, I’m a pureblood, but I’m not one of those fanatical freaks on the other side of the war. I don’t see blood ‘purity’ as anything to separate people from one another. I mean, all common sense tells you that there’s more chance of some kind of defect if you’re a pureblood, because, well, the inbreeding. I reckon all of the Death Eaters have birth defects of some kind. There’s no other reason for people to be so damn messed up. Oh, and for the record, I don’t plan on marrying any cousin of mine. Sorry to disappoint.”

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:

"“Uh… single. Yeah.”

RESIDENCE:

“Hah, this might sound kind of weird, but I live in a flat next door to my brother. When we first moved in, people thought that there was only one of us who lived in two separate apartments, which was pretty funny. See, we didn’t want to live together, because we’ve been together for our whole lives, but on the other hand, neither of us could really see ourselves living apart, so we decided to just live next door to one another. It’s a good solution, really. We can see each other whenever, and when we need our own space, we can have our own space. I usually end up eating at his place, though. I was never much of a cook. The place is in London, and it’s pretty close to the Ministry of Magic.”

OCCUPATION:

“I’m an Auror, which I suppose is really an extension of my work with the Order. Or is it the other way ‘round? Hm. The million dollar question, eh?”

AFFILIATION:

“I’m incredibly proud to say that I’m fighting for the good guys. Yeah, I’m with the Order of the Phoenix. I quite simply refuse to let evil reign. Let me assure you, I won’t stop fighting until we’ve won this war. I’ll go to the death if need be.”

FORMER HOUSE:

"My blood runs red and gold."

WAND:

“My wand is eleven inches long, made of Maple, with a dragon heartstring at the core. It’s served me well over the years. I think that it’s kind of funny how you form a bond with an inanimate (most of the time, anyway) object like a wand, but if something happened to it, like, if it snapped or something, I think I would actually be pretty distressed. I’ve had it for sixteen years. The only other thing in my life that I’ve kept a good relationship with for that long would be my family.”

PATRONUS:

“I was actually really surprised when I first cast a fully blown patronus and saw a lion explode from my wand. I mean, I thought that a lion was reserved for somebody like Godric Gryffindor himself, but there’s no denying it. I suppose when you think about it, it makes a bit of sense. I mean, I like to work in teams, and seeing as I was in Gryffindor, I guess I might have some of the qualities that the lion stands for in that sense.”

VAULT NUMBER:

"Thirty-one."

VAULT TYPE:

"...single."

AND THERE’S NO ONE HERE BUT ME
appearance

EYES:

“I’ve never really put much thought into my eyes. I mean, they’re just my eyes. I don’t buy into all of that talk about the eyes being the gateway to the soul or anything, and although I get that they can be used to show emotion, so can every other part of the face. They’re hazel, and depending on what color shirt I’m wearing they can shift between looking a little bit more green or a little bit more brown. They aren’t particularly vibrant, nor are they particularly dull. People tell me that I tend to squint a lot, but I’m not a naturally wide-eyed person. I don’t even know why I squint, I mean, my eyes aren’t extra sensitive to the light or anything. Maybe my eyelids are just funny. In the last year or so I’ve taken a real liking to sunglasses of almost all shapes and sizes, and now I rarely step out of the house without a pair on, or sitting in my pocket. I take them off when I go indoors, most of the time, anyway.”

HAIR:

“My hair changes with the seasons. Okay, maybe not that literally, but I like a bit of variation, you know? Sometimes I get it cut real short, even shaved, but never completely bald, whereas other times I let it grow out long enough so that it sits just above my shoulders. That’s how long it is now, and I tie it back. People have told me that seeing the little baby pony-tail at the back of my head it kind of cute, but it’s the only practical thing I can do with it. It is naturally blonde, however over the years it’s gradually gotten darker. Now it’s sort of a dark blonde – a mix between blonde and brown. People identify me as having blonde hair, but especially in winter it can get pretty dark. Thankfully I don’t have any grays yet. My hair is naturally curly, however over the years all of those curls have flattened out a fair bit. I used to have ringlets. Don’t tease. I didn't pick up the red hair from my mother's side of the family, clearly. I also have a bit of a fascination with facial hair. I like to experiment with it a little bit. It's fun.”

COMPLEXION:

“I’ve always had pretty clear skin. I never went through those years of really bad acne or anything like that, which I really was grateful for. I do have freckles, though. They’re not overly abundant, but they litter the area around my nose. Now I don’t really notice them – they’re just part of who I am I suppose. I’d say that I’m naturally a little bit tanned, but by no means am I ‘dark’. A couple of years ago when Gideon and I took a holiday to some island, I got really brown really quickly, so when exposed to proper sunlight, I do tan well, but unfortunately England doesn’t get too much of that.”

HEIGHT:

"I think I'm around 5'11". I'm by noi means tall. I'm just average."

WEIGHT:

"I haven't weighed myself for a while, but I suppose I'm around the 160lbs range. Give or take a couple of pounds, I should be something around there."

BUILD:

“When I was in school, I played beater for my house quidditch team, so back then I had a pretty damn athletic figure. My muscles were something to be envied. Ever since I left school, I haven’t participated in any kind of organized exercise, and I’m not motivated enough about my fitness to go out running or whatever, so yeah, I’m not the guy I was a decade ago. I’m not as muscular, and although I’m certainly not fat, I no longer have a six-pack or anything like that. The only real exercise that I get these days is doing my stuff for the Order and for work, and they’re both pretty aggressive things, so I’d like to hope that they keep me relatively fit. I have really broad shoulders, and I’ve got to admit, I really do like my back. It’s about the only part of me that hasn’t lost its shape from my younger years.”

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:

“I’ve got a couple of tattoos, if that counts. Well, I have a fair few more than a couple. I’ve got a lot. Let me explain them. On my wrist I have a couple of lines that look a little like overlapping elastic bands or something, and then just underneath my palm I have the letters KAOS breaking them up. I got that one done just after I graduated, and each of the letters corresponds with an initial of my group of close friends at school (excluding Gideon). On the bit of skin between my thumb and forefinger on the top of my hand I have a leaf. My left shoulder has a dragonfly and three circles which are connected. The three circles are for me, my brother and my sister, and the dragonfly is for my parents. On my right forearm I’ve got ‘Old Man River’ written, which has personal meaning for me. What else… oh yeah, on the ‘under side’ of both of my forearms I have tattoos too. My left arm has the silhouette of a bird in flight and my right arm has a square with three lotus-flower looking things. I think that’s it. Jesus – when I look at them all, I really do have a lot, don’t I? Oh, aside from tattoos, I have a pretty light scar that runs over my right knee. Quidditch accident. Enough said, I think.”

STYLE:

“I’m pretty laid back when it comes to my clothes. I mean, seriously, who do I have to impress? I think a lot of people think that I can dress a little bit eccentrically sometimes, with the whole sunglasses thing, but yeah, for the most part, I’m pretty relaxed about it all. I’ve got a thing for muggle clothes, because they can be heaps of fun. My basic attire is a pair of shorts, long pants or jeans if it’s cold, and then a t-shirt or some description. My mother sometimes tells me that I dress like a homeless person, but I take comfort above all things. Of course, I’ve got my robes which I wear when I have to, I’ve got a nice set of dress robes and all, but I try to avoid them where possible. Even though I could probably afford to have more expensive taste, there are better things for me to spend my money on. Like food.”

VOICE:

“My voice? Christ! Alright, well, I suppose it’s a touch on the soft side – I mean, I’m not the loudest kid on the block by any measure. It’s a little bit husky, too. People tell me that if they didn’t actually know me as a person, it could be mistaken for gruffness, even hostility, but I swear it isn’t on purpose. I suppose in comparison to other people that I spend time with, I don’t say all too much, I’m more of an internal person for the most part. I tend to mumble a lot too.”

IN THE MORNING IT’LL FIND YOU
personality

LIKES:

his job, helping people, doing the right thing, teamwork, being busy, his nephews, gideon, being around friends, laughing, eating, summer, quidditch, the color yellow, being productive, early mornings, sunglasses, bananas, hot showers, women, sex, duelling, adventures, muggle clothes, firewhiskey, promptness, 'winter' fruit, travelling.

DISLIKES:

days off, when he does more harm than good, having to cook, death eaters, former slytherins, judgemental people, short tempers, melodrama, reading, anything creative, big romantic gestures, wearing dress robes, stuffy rooms, onions, the spotlight, confrontation, breaking up with women, voldemort, misunderstandings, history of magic.

STRENGTHS:

he is true to his morals, he stands up for what he believes in, he is courageous, his loyalty, good with a wand in his hand, quick thinking, has good manners, bravery, protective of his loved ones, fairly open minded, trustworthy, committed.

WEAKNESSES:

he has problems in expressing his feelings, he is very internal, can often be misread as being gruff, is very serious, he is overly humble and doesn't take credit for anything, he is hard to crack, generally is very tense, anything to do with the preparation or cooking of food is a big weakness.

HABITS:

when he has facial hair he is constantly running his hands over it, he wears sunglasses almost all the time, he always makes his bed after he gets up in the morning, he makes lists.. of everything.

HOBBIES:

well, fabian doesn't have too much spare time, between work and the order, but he does enjoy spending time with his nephews. he doesn't really have any set in stone hobbies... but he does always try and keep himself busy in one way or another.

BOGGART:

seeing his brother laying dead on the floor.

AMORTENTIA:

grass, mint, burning wood and strawberries.

ERISED:

seeing himself with a wife and kids, with voldemort vanquished and the world restored back to the peaceful way that it used to be.

DEMENTOR:

it was the second or third mission that the prewett brothers had done for the order of the phoenix, and they had been confronted by a bunch of blood hungry death eaters. he and gideon had found themselves duelling against these three death eaters, and in an instant, one of them cast a spell on gideon and he didn't have time to protect himself and he dropped to the ground. fabian's worst memory were the few moments that he was there, fighting off those death eaters while at the same time thinking that his brother, his best friend, was dead.

VERITASERUM:

he does actually want somebody to love, even though he seems to push people away. sometimes he wishes that he was a little bit more like gideon, a little more outgoing.

OWL SCORES:

astronomy: E
charms: O
defense against the dark arts: O
herbology: E
history of magic: P
potions: E
transfiguration: O
muggle studies: N/A
arithmancy: N/A
care of magical creatures: E
divination: N/A

OVERALL DESCRIPTION [minimum 500 words]:

When you look at the two Prewett boys, there is little doubt that Fabian is the quieter of the two. He certainly isn’t loud, nor is he particularly outgoing. He’s the type of guy who doesn’t mind keeping to himself, and who doesn’t feel the need to always have the last word – or any word at all. Sure, if he feels that an opinion is necessary, he’ll give it, but for the most part, he keeps his feelings and thoughts to himself. I wouldn’t say that he’s an introvert, but rather, he’s more of an internal type of guy. He enjoys working in teams and being around other people, but he isn’t the type of guy to take charge of a situation unless he has to. Fabian doesn’t consider himself to be much of a leader, but considering the nature of his work, and his extra-curricular activities, it would be hard to say that he is incapable of taking up leadership positions. I suppose it would suffice to say that he doesn’t like the limelight. Fabian never got that ‘youngest child syndrome’. He doesn’t demand attention, which is a pretty admirable quality. Although he doesn’t talk as much as other people, and although he never seeks authority, he’s the type of guy that is easy to admire and respect. People have told him that he is incredibly bad at taking compliments, some people have even gone as far to say that he is way too humble for his own good, but quite simply Fabian doesn’t particularly seek out recognition for achievements or good deeds. He just wants to do good things. Is that so hard to believe?

Some people that don’t know Fabian incredibly well have questioned why he was placed in Gryffindor back in his Hogwarts days. Back then, he was a little bit more reckless, and a little bit more outgoing, but life seems to have really humbled him. The answer, though, is simple. He is an incredibly noble guy, and, in true Gryffindor spirit, he has the courage to fight for what is good and to protect his friends and family with his life. Fabian certainly didn’t sign up for the Order of the Phoenix for any selfish motives – he genuinely wants peace. It’s hard to believe in this day and age that there are still people like Fabian around, but when you look around at the Order meetings, well, everybody there is a good person. There’s so much bad in the world right now that sometimes the good becomes very hard to see. Somewhere in the quiet coolness of Fabian’s exterior you can see all of that. When you first meet him, if you’re not thrown off by the apparent hostility (more on that later), then surely anybody with a brain would realize that there’s just something about him that suggests that inner passion for justice. It’s hard to explain, really, but all that you have to know is that he is genuinely concerned about others, and that he has the courage to stand up for what is right. Some people have said that it is almost as if he stands on a higher moral ground than most people, which is probably true.

All that being said, there is no doubt that Fabian can come across as being a little bit hostile. His voice is pretty gruff, and if people misread that as being angry or just disinterested, it can make him seem like a pretty intimidating guy. There have been a fair few people over the years who have been turned off Fabian because of misunderstood first impressions. Fabian doesn’t even know that he has the ability to be that way, but some people take his internal nature, his quietness, as a message that says ‘leave me alone.’ It is only the people that actually take the time to crack that hard exterior that get to know the real Fabian. Even though he is still quiet around his close friends, with the exception maybe of his brother, he does have a decent sense of humor. Sure, it doesn’t rival the likes of Sirius Black or James Potter, but he enjoys a laugh. He’s not cold, that’s for sure. Apart from that, he is a genuinely gentle person. He would never hurt somebody that he loves, and he rarely loses his temper. It is only when he is duelling dark witches and wizards that he gets aggressive. He has never been in a punch up or anything, although there is definitely evidence that he is a guy to be feared when it comes to duelling. He doesn’t lose very often. Let’s leave it at that. Although it may not seem as such, Fabian is a happy person. He is happy in different ways to everybody else. He expresses himself differently. He constantly seems to be tense and strung very tightly, but really, he’s a pretty laid back guy. Like a said, he expresses himself differently.

Fabian was never particularly creative, nor imaginative. He read books when he was forced to, and isn’t a big believer in things like Divination. Although he’s always thought that it would be cool to be artistic, the closest thing that he has in regard to any kind of creative talent is whistling, and even that isn’t very harmonious. He has never particularly enjoyed reading novels, and although he likes listening to music, it isn’t a passion. Maybe it’s because he isn’t a particularly passionate person. He is certainly capable of feeling a great range of things, but he isn’t very capable at expressing those emotions. That’s why a lot of his relationships have gone pear shaped – the women that he seems to attract don’t take the time to get under his skin. The thing is, even though he does keep most people at arm’s length, he secretly longs for there to be somebody who cracks his shell, who breaches his barracks. He might act as though he doesn’t enjoy it, and sure, he’ll push them away, but deep, deep down, Fabian needs somebody like that. A lot of women aren’t really prepared to commit themselves like that to him. Dating Fabian takes a lot of commitment, and it also requires a tolerance for certain a certain twin. It’s a task that requires effort, but if there ever is somebody successful in their attempts, I have no doubt that all the effort would pay off. Fabian isn’t one for great romantic gestures, but really, he does have a great capacity to love, and there are a number of things about him that no girl can complain about. He doesn’t get aggressive, when there’s a fight he is always cool headed and he makes a point to iron out differences before the day is out. He treats every woman that he is with like a princess, and even though his gestures of love are very subtle, they can certainly make a girl swoon. He does struggle to talk about his feelings though. Perhaps in a serious, long term relationship he might do a little better with that, but he has never been with a woman for longer than six months.

There is one more thing about Fabian that you should probably know – when he commits himself to something, he devotes every single bit of energy to it. Whether it’s his job, work for the Order, his family, women, friends – anything, really. He goes out of his way to exceed expectations, and he rarely lets people down. He’s trustworthy, and if you tell him a secret or something, it’s very rare that he will repeat it to anybody. Fabian has long grown out of his reckless adolescent stage, and now it is safe to say that he is an incredibly mature, responsible adult. He has a strong sense of moral responsibility, respect for the law and respect for his superiors, along with very polite manners and general good naturedness. As I said before, it’s hard to believe that there are still people like Fabian around, but if you look in the right places, well, they can be easy to find.

LET THE LIGHT SHINE AWAY
history

PARENTS [name and blood]:

“I come from a dwindling pure-blooded line, yes, the Prewett’s. Our family definitely isn’t as ‘high up’, nor as corrupt as a family like the Lestranges or the Malfoys, but we have never done too badly for ourselves. My father’s name is Francis Prewett. I’m not too sure what his middle name is. I’d try asking Gideon. Anyway, he was always a pretty good bloke – still is, rather. He’s definitely not one of those pureblood fanatics who couldn’t bear the thought of even looking at a half-blooded wizard or witch. He’s aligned with the Order, and even though he doesn’t participate in any of the stuff that we do, I can tell that he supports our cause. He’s a bit like me, really: quieter than the rest of the family, and certainly a lot more internal. We got along well. My mother’s name is Eva Prewett, again, I have no idea what her middle name is. I suppose I just never asked. Gee, now I’m curious. Remind me to send them an owl later. She too was from a pureblooded family, but like my dad she aligns herself with the work of the Order. She’s very over-the-top, certainly very motherly. My mum is one of those women who’s affectionate towards everybody, and just very energetic in her efforts to care. It’s like she has this never-ending supply of energy. Molly inherited that characteristic.”

SIBLINGS:

“Ah, my siblings. Well, I’ll start at the top – Molly. God love her, she really is a great woman. I was always a lot closer to Gideon, but Molly… well, she’s a little bit like a super-hero. Not only does she single-handedly take care of all of her rug rats who always seem to be breaking this or falling over that, but she also does a hell of a lot of work for the order and she still has the energy to be a loving sister, wife and friend. I don’t know what she eats, but whatever it is, I want some. Then there’s Gideon. As much as we have our days where we can’t stand one another, really, he’s my other half. I don’t know where I’d be in the world without him, and without me, he would be running around like a chicken without a head. We’re like yin and yang – we cancel each other out, and seriously, he is my best mate. Aside from the fact that we’re brothers, I love this guy to death as a friend, and I would do absolutely anything for him. Being twins, I suppose that means that we have some extra kind of bond, but yeah. We don’t have identical interests or hobbies, but still, we’re the best of friends. He is older than me by three minutes, though, which he never lets me live down. Those were the three most important minutes of his life, I swear.”

OTHER [cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.]:

“I come from a pureblood family, so I’m pretty sure that in some way shape or form I’m related to most of the pureblooded witches and wizards in the whole of the UK. I have too many cousins to count, but I’m not awfully close with any of them. Just like I’ve never been particularly close with my grandparents. I suppose I just enjoy the company of my friends and immediate family rather than all of the purist snobs that I’m related to.”

NATIONALITY:

“Swing low… sweep chariot… ENGLISH!”

BIRTHPLACE:

“Gideon and I were born in St. Mungo’s, in London. I can’t remember much about it… hah.”

WEALTH:

“Of all the pureblood families, my clan has never exactly been rolling in riches. We grew up comfortably, but it wasn’t like us three kids got huge inheritances or anything. I suppose you could call me middle class. I mean, I make a decent amount of money as an Auror, and that pays the rent. I don’t really spend my surplus money, so I’ve got a nice little pile of savings in my Gringott’s vault, which is kind of like a safety net for me, just in case things go pear-shaped.”

THE STORY [minimum 700 words]:

On the sixth of February, 1953, a particularly globe-like Eva Prewett checked herself into St. Mungo’s, her husband Francis by her side. Back then it wasn’t the custom for men to be in the delivery room, so for the whole twenty-five hour labour, Francis paced up and down the same hallway over, and over, and over again. All of the portraits along the corridor came to know his name, what he did for a living, things about his family and other bits and pieces on information. It is safe to say that when, after twenty-something hours without sleep, both Francis and Eva were incredibly relieved when finally the first of their two babies entered the world. It was a boy. Three minutes later, out came another boy. For the duration of her pregnancy, Eva had been almost certain that she was having one boy, one girl, so to see two boys, well, it threw them off when it came to names. After a week they decided to call the eldest Gideon and the younger one Fabian. In a nutshell, that is how our story begins.

Throughout his entire childhood, there is no evidence to suggest that Fabian was ever particularly unhappy. He had no reason to be. He learnt how to walk before his older brother, but Gideon learnt how to talk a lot earlier than he did. Molly, their older sister, used to cart the babies into her room so that she could play dress ups with them, like they were dolls. Fabian doesn’t have much memory of this, seeing as he was only a couple of months old at the time, but his parents often retold the stories over the dinner table in their later years. From a very young age, Fabian clearly established himself as the quieter one of the twins. He seemed to be a little tougher, too. Although Gideon denies it fiercely, he was a bit of a hypochondriac as a kid. Fabian would fall over, scrape his knee, pick himself up and continue walking. Gideon would fall over, scrape his knee and burst into tears. I should probably add that his older brother soon grew out of this stage of his life, but the fact that Fabian can hold that above him is fun. At a young age they did everything that other normal toddlers do – they threw things, they rolled around in cardboard boxes, they spilt things, and the twins even wore the same clothes. Cute, no? It was clear from a young age that the two boys were very close. Fabian couldn’t sleep at night unless Gideon was in the cot next to him, and vice versa.

Their family home was nothing like those grand manors of the rich pureblood families. In fact, in comparison it was quite quaint, but Fabian never had any need to complain about it. There was enough space for all of them, and they didn’t live in a major city or anything so there was plenty of open space for the boys to wander around. Fabian was never really spoilt, because it wasn’t as if his parents had the money to just throw it around, but they were nurturing and caring, which, in Fabian’s opinion, is a much larger gift than anything that money can buy. His parents were affectionate and doting, and they didn’t mind the fact that Fabian didn’t demand the spotlight. They loved him because he was their son, simple as that. As he grew out of toddler-hood, he remained close to his brother. To be honest, none of his childhood is incredibly interesting. There are no espionage plots, no dramatic changes, no deaths – just a childhood. Fabian has lost the ability to clearly distinguish his younger years. Everything just seems to blend into one big long block of time. He does remember having a rather fun childhood, though.

At age eleven, he and his brother were owled their Hogwarts letters. Fabian remembers the day quite clearly – for weeks they had been waiting in anticipation, sitting in the backyard just by the kitchen window so that they could intercept any incoming owls, and also so that their mother could pass them lunch. While they sat, they would fantasize about all of the wonderful adventures. Gideon was better at coming up with weird and wacky situations that they imagined themselves in, but Fabian was equally as excited. One morning, after breakfast, the two boys went outside, as per usual, and an unfamiliar owl began to approach. When it came closer, both boys jumped up, ready to be the one to catch the bird, but the damn thing swooped straight over their heads and went into the kitchen window. Fabian ran around to the front door, and it turned out the Gideon tried to climb through the window and landed in the sink where his mother had temporarily abandoned her washing up to get the letters. Fabian clearly remembers walking into the room, panting, and watching his brother wringing out the bottoms of his pants. But wet clothes didn’t quell their excitement. A week or so later, after seemingly constant pestering, their father took them off to Diagon Alley to buy all of their school supplies. When they boarded the Hogwarts Express for the very first time, the two were certain that they were the most excited kids on the train.

In a nutshell, school was a blast. On their first night, both Prewett boys were called up to the front for sorting, and both times the hat yelled ‘GRYFFINDOR!’ after barely touching their heads. Everybody in the red and gold had cheered and hollered, and Fabian remembers going to bed that night with a big, wide grin on his face. Most of Fabian’s Hogwarts years are again blurred into one big block of time, but considering the fact that he left school a decade ago, it’s pretty good that he can remember all of the things that he can. School, in terms of his learning and academic achievement, was never too difficult. He struggled to keep awake in subjects like History of Magic, but that was inevitable. From very early on, Fabian found that he was pretty talented with a wand, and he excelled in subjects that required the use of spells. Defence against the dark arts soon became his favourite subject. For the seven years that he was at Hogwarts, Fabian, and his brother, for that matter, gained a bit of a name for themselves as risk-takers. In their third year they were picked for the house quidditch team as beaters, continuing the tradition of doing everything together. There is no doubt that the seven years that they spent at school only brought the brothers closer together. Sure, they fought, but at the end of the day, the only person that Fabian trusted with his life was his twin.

During his time at Hogwarts, Fabian did come out of his shell a bit. He was a lot more open than he is now, probably just because Hogwarts became a big safety net for him. Nothing could happen to him when he was inside those castle walls, and really, the place became his home. In his fifth year he had his first girlfriend, but it was doomed from the beginning, because all he wanted was to get some (as do all fifteen year old boys) and all she wanted was to say that she had dated one of the Prewett brothers. Mind you, at the time, the arrangement worked pretty well. His brother always seemed to draw in more women than Fabian, but the younger of the two never cared. He was still considered quiet by most people’s standards, although it can certainly be said that in their adolescence, a great deal of potential could be sensed in the Prewett twins. Molly graduated in his fourth or fifth year, Fabian can’t quite remember, but it didn’t make too much difference in his day to day life. It did mean that he didn’t have an incarnation of his mother looking over his shoulder all the time, but it wasn’t as if that ever really stopped him from doing things. Whether or not you would have said that he was ‘popular’ back in those days is a discussion for another time. I suppose he was. He had plenty of friends, and for the most part, people liked him. A lot of people thought that he was quiet, but he was. Gideon probably suits the term better.

Then he graduated. Ever since he had picked his subjects for his NEWTS, Fabian had known that he wanted to be an Auror, as did his brother, and so when they both achieved the marks needed, they both enlisted themselves in the academy. Training was gruelling, and it was during these years that Fabian really hardened up. At Hogwarts he had been sheltered from all of the bad stuff that had started happening, but now that he was out in the world witnessing it first hand, well, it really changed him. He was still the same person, but it was like he grew up throughout his time in training. There is no doubt that training to be an Auror is tough, and there were a couple of nights where he really did consider dropping out to do something easier. But them he would remind himself of all those innocent people that were dying for no reason and he would go back the next day and try harder than anything. After he graduated, Fabian and his brother were asked to join a fairly new organization – the Order of the Phoenix. Fabian didn’t hesitate in putting his name down, not for a second. In his opinion, if he didn’t stand up and fight against it, then it was just as bad as being one of them.

Over the subsequent years, Fabian has continued to do his job with diligence, and he and his brother have become respected members of the Order of the phoenix. If there’s a big plan, it’s more than likely that the Prewett brothers will be in on it. He is an uncle now, but doesn’t have any kids of his own. He doesn’t even have a girlfriend. The years have definitely tightened him up, but at heart he’s still that same fun-loving, although quiet, kid. He just wants this war to end.

DOWN A ROAD THAT’S LEADING ME NOWHERE
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In his whole entire life, all forty years of it, James had never really had a long term relationship, and strangely enough, that didn’t particularly bother him. It wasn’t as though he didn’t want a partner, and it wasn’t as if he had ever been dry in terms of opportunities, because even now, arguably when he was past his prime, he was still a very, very good looking man. Thankfully he had not yet succumbed to the average weight of a dessert chef – that is, morbidly obese – and he still had a certain youthfulness about him that not everybody retained when they hit the bit 4-0. Anyway, back to the point. James had never wanted a wife, because there was something awfully restraining about having to sign your love away on a legal document. He knew that some people liked being married, and that was all well and good for them, but it wasn’t the type of thing that interested James. He was too much of a free spirit to have a wedding band on his left hand and a contract stashed away somewhere detailing everything that his spouse would receive in the course of their divorce. Plus – it wasn’t as if he was an easy guy to date. In fact, he could most likely be considered as the polar opposite.

The thing about dating James was that it wasn’t a simple package, as one may assume. No, once you date James, you also find yourself dating his work, too. Work was probably one of the other reasons why James would never consider marrying – he loved it too damn much to harness it, to pack it into a neat little time slot and leave it when he left the kitchen of a night. He couldn’t work like that. James lived food: it was his passion. A workaholic, really. Mind you, he would never dare to admit such a thing to himself. As far as Jim was concerned, his seemingly complete immersion into his cooking was just the way life was – it was nothing out of the ordinary. A lot of his co-workers would silently disagree with that judgement, but hey, they could think whatever the hell they liked. Their opinions didn’t matter anyway. For all the effort that he had put in, he had been amply rewarded. Now here he was, at Noir. Eventually his goal was to have his own world-famous patisserie or something of the sort, the type of place where celebrities flock to, and where a-list weddings are catered for. He wanted to be the God of all wedding cake makers. That was his dream, and so this job, well, it was good, but it was simply another stepping stone on the way to greatness.

There probably wasn’t a single other patron within the bunch of regulars that James was as close to as he was to Diane. He had found the way to her heart – desserts. Most of the Hollywood stars that visited the restaurant refused to eat dessert all together because they were too afraid of gaining weight or something like that. These were the same celebrities who always ordered the lightest salads, played around with the leaves for a bit, and then went home. If you weren’t going to eat, why on earth would you pay so much for it? It wasn’t as if Noir was exactly cheap you see. The Trent brothers had expensive taste. One only had to look around the sitting area to notice that. Everything single decoration looked as though it was the height of fashion. Apparently the fellow that had designed the place had gotten some medal for it or something. Noir was the type of place that mere mortals dreamt of eating at, and that they booked several months before coming. It was almost surreal, this whole place. It had a presence to it – much unlike the kitchens that he had worked in previously.

“Only the best for you, Mrs Black,” he said in a very polite, almost charming manner. When it came to food, they had the tendency to talk in their correct titles (gee, that sounded like something out of a Jane Austen book). As much as he spat fire in the kitchen, he might have actually seemed rather pleasant to somebody like Diane. There was no doubt that Jim was a gentleman – always had been, always would be. It was one of those things that had been drilled into him in high school – one of those life lessons that he would certainly never forget about. Yet now it was more of a reflex. A long, long time ago, Jim had decided there really wasn’t that much to gain in being a impolite person in public. In the kitchen, it was different. But when he was around people, especially women like Diane that he viewed so highly, he certainly did slip into the role of polite gentleman.

When Diane spoke again, James hated to admit it, but he could kind of tell that she wasn’t being completely forthcoming. He wasn’t usually too good of a judge of character, but he could certainly pick when somebody was out of character. He was no actor, but he wasn’t an idiot either. When she mentioned the word ‘fight’, Jim immediately assumed that she was referring to her husband. Truth be told, he didn’t even know what was so good about that Edward Black. James didn’t see it. Sure, he was successful, and sure, he was well know, and sure, he probably had enough money to buy the whole of Eastern Europe, but he had never understood the personality aspects that she was drawn to. That isn’t even to mention his physical appearance, but anyway, moving on. James wondered for a moment how long she could keep the act up – whether it would be long enough to outlast his shift, or whether it was bubbling just under the surface waiting to be discovered. For some reason, James suspected the latter. Perhaps if she had been looking a little bit more… well, Jim didn’t know the politically correct term for ‘shazam!’, but that was what she was lacking. She was an incredibly good actress, three academy awards, but when it came to acting about her own life , well, James didn’t think that it would be possible.

Much to Jim’s surprise, it only took a couple of moments between her previous words and when she really identified the problem. “Hey…” he started, pulling out the chair opposite her. This was where he would slip on the shoes of the supportive friend, unconsciously of course. Although he would seem concerned about her and Edward’s relationship… he wasn’t. Jim held little sympathy for the guy. “Now, first off, I think you are stunning, and secondly, your husband is an idiot if he can’t see that too.” He probably hadn’t meant to say it like that, but that’s the way that it came out.

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COULD THIS BE OUR LAST DANCE?
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ALIAS: SAXON
MEMBER TITLE: DARK WAS THE NIGHT ``
AGE: nineteen
GENDER: male
EXPERIENCE: err.. like, five years.
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I really loved Fabian's history, it was awesome! I also think that you fleshed him out really well in the personality section, so well done and welcome!