Challenge #54::Fic: An Executive Summary: A Day In the Life of Gideon Prewett
Title: An Executive Summary: A Day in the Life of Gideon Prewett
Summary: As written by Fabian.
Characters/Pairings: The Brothers Prewett, Professor McGonagall, Aberforth Dumbledore
Genre: Humor
Rating/Warnings: brief language. super brief. one word brief. PG
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 1050
MODLY MODS OF AWESOME can we for serious get a Gideon and Fabian tag? or even a Brothers Prewett tag?? that would be SPLENDID
Mum,
Let me tell you right now that I am no way involved in anything you are about to read in the other letter. That letter has everything to do with Gideon and the impending letter from school and not me.
Fabian.
Fabian groaned and looked up at his brother, hastily folding the scribbled note and tying it along with a bigger letter attached to the Prewett family owl. "Alright, Ceres, send off the letters of our impending doom."
The letter Fabian wrote follows:
To my beloved mother as dictated by Gideon Prewett to Fabian Prewett,
I hope things are well with you and father dad and that you don't miss me us too much. Things are going swimmingly here at Hogwarts. Why, this morning, during Charms, I surprised Professor Flitwick with all of my knowledge on the subject. I think it was so much of a surprise that he fell off of his books. I am a Charms wunderkind, mother.
Now, you may be wondering why I am having Fabian write this letter instead of actually writing myself. I won't go as far as to say that it is because he has the more legible handwriting (I do, let's be honest.), I just have a bit of a hand cramp because I somehow managed to get myself a wee detention with Professor McGonagall. Now, her letter to you might sound... serious, but I assure you mother, it's just a big misunderstanding. (Mum, please tell me that he sounds like a twat loon calling you mother?) It started during the free period that was in between Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration.
Fabian and I, being studious and Ravenclaw-like, had already finished reviewing for our Transfiguration pre-N.E.W.T practical and were enjoying the outdoors when a stray herd of goats happened upon us. (For the record, I was still revising, mum.) They had tags, so they obviously had an owner, but none of these tags had their owner's name. (Lies again, they belonged to Aberforth, owner of a pub down at Hogsmeade.)
--
"Oi, Fabian, I finally got Abe to cave and get goats for this epic prank." Gideon grinned wildly as he looked at the goats he kept penned up by a magical forcefield.
Fabian made a face, "Brother, I'd love to help, but I captained the last prank and wasn't allowed to play in the last Quidditch match, which you so often reminded me by saying-"
"Well I don't need you to be my Co-Beater, obviously. I managed to knock the other two Beaters out and sack the Seeker all on my own. Clearly I am superior." Gideon snorted. "And besides, that last prank, you dangled Dolohov in front of the Venomous Tentacula after dousing him in, what was that?"
Fabian grinned casually and replied, "It's like a special sauce that they happen to favour, that's all. And you have to admit, it was good. The charm I set up was perfect-"
"It was," Gid mirrored his brother's grin, "well you think it's my turn to go it alone on a prank?"
--
I had to do the right thing, after all and try to get them back to their rightful owner, whoever that may be. Fabian did not support me in this venture, insisting that we just let them roam. And let them get eaten? Nay! So to keep track of them, I charmed them all to have little numbers hanging around their necks, but I missed one by accident so it was numbered 1, 2, 3, 5, 6...instead of the obvious. (Mum, are you sure he wasn't dropped as a child?)
---
"Oh that's good." Fabian nodded approvingly. "Yeah, they'll be searching for goats for ages."
"You know, I'll have to get Arthur something nice, he hinted this at Christmas-"
"Weren't you slumped over the toilet by dessert though? Very classy to get sloshed in front of Molly's sons." Fabian laughed.
"Yeah don't remind me, I can still hear her screaming at me." He replied as he waved his wand at the last goat, a collar with a scarlet number four dangling from it appeared around its neck. Gideon surveyed his work, "I would have made a right farmer, I think. I don't know if I could, you know, deal with the smell, though."
"Or their shit." Fabian added.
"Touche." Gideon cringed as a sickening plop hit the ground.
---
Fabian refused to come and help me, and as I was chasing these goats, they ran right into the school which had its doors propped open for some reason. Possibly because he was afraid of goats. (Please, mother, afraid of goats? THE LIES YOUR OTHER SON TELLS YOU.) Apparently Professor McGonagall did not seem to believe this (Because she is a woman with an IQ over 30). She then told me that they belonged to Aberforth (Like I told him), and that I was to do lines for four hours saying how I was not to bring livestock into the school.
---
"Mister Prewett, do you have anything else to say for yourself? To explain the necessity of having to clean thousand year old tapestries for your silly little stunt?" Minerva McGonagall asked sternly. Her hair pulled back tightly, she gave him that steely glare that would make many first years collapse on themselves.
"Er, no, ma'am." Gideon answered, and because he couldn't help himself, "but did you find the fourth goat?"
"Lines. Gideon. Four hours should suffice, don't you think? You seem to have a dislike for that one since Aberforth told me he only loaned you five-"
"-That old man snitched!" Gideon exclaimed irately.
"Lines. Now, Gideon."
---
So as you can see, mum, I was punished for being a good boy, like you taught me. (Oh that's rich.) I had to twist Fabian's arm (literally) so that he could help me write this letter. I love you and miss you (Mum, am I allowed to hex him?).
Gideon
"She's not going to believe this." Fabian said, as he reread the letter. "Do you think mum is stupid?"
"No, you're stupid."
"You don't even make sense." Fabian rolled his eyes and sealed up the letter.
Gideon groaned, "Of course I don't make sense, I am injured. In pain. Woe betidden because of being falsely accused of pranking-"
"Woe betidden? That's not a word!"
"When did you become a Ravenclaw?" Gideon asked, crossing his arms.
"Cut the melodrama," Fabian laughed, "we're still going to get Howlers."
Charyse//Gryffindor
Summary: As written by Fabian.
Characters/Pairings: The Brothers Prewett, Professor McGonagall, Aberforth Dumbledore
Genre: Humor
Rating/Warnings: brief language. super brief. one word brief. PG
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 1050
MODLY MODS OF AWESOME can we for serious get a Gideon and Fabian tag? or even a Brothers Prewett tag?? that would be SPLENDID
Mum,
Let me tell you right now that I am no way involved in anything you are about to read in the other letter. That letter has everything to do with Gideon and the impending letter from school and not me.
Fabian.
Fabian groaned and looked up at his brother, hastily folding the scribbled note and tying it along with a bigger letter attached to the Prewett family owl. "Alright, Ceres, send off the letters of our impending doom."
The letter Fabian wrote follows:
To my beloved mother as dictated by Gideon Prewett to Fabian Prewett,
I hope things are well with you and father dad and that you don't miss me us too much. Things are going swimmingly here at Hogwarts. Why, this morning, during Charms, I surprised Professor Flitwick with all of my knowledge on the subject. I think it was so much of a surprise that he fell off of his books. I am a Charms wunderkind, mother.
Now, you may be wondering why I am having Fabian write this letter instead of actually writing myself. I won't go as far as to say that it is because he has the more legible handwriting (I do, let's be honest.), I just have a bit of a hand cramp because I somehow managed to get myself a wee detention with Professor McGonagall. Now, her letter to you might sound... serious, but I assure you mother, it's just a big misunderstanding. (Mum, please tell me that he sounds like a twat loon calling you mother?) It started during the free period that was in between Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration.
Fabian and I, being studious and Ravenclaw-like, had already finished reviewing for our Transfiguration pre-N.E.W.T practical and were enjoying the outdoors when a stray herd of goats happened upon us. (For the record, I was still revising, mum.) They had tags, so they obviously had an owner, but none of these tags had their owner's name. (Lies again, they belonged to Aberforth, owner of a pub down at Hogsmeade.)
--
"Oi, Fabian, I finally got Abe to cave and get goats for this epic prank." Gideon grinned wildly as he looked at the goats he kept penned up by a magical forcefield.
Fabian made a face, "Brother, I'd love to help, but I captained the last prank and wasn't allowed to play in the last Quidditch match, which you so often reminded me by saying-"
"Well I don't need you to be my Co-Beater, obviously. I managed to knock the other two Beaters out and sack the Seeker all on my own. Clearly I am superior." Gideon snorted. "And besides, that last prank, you dangled Dolohov in front of the Venomous Tentacula after dousing him in, what was that?"
Fabian grinned casually and replied, "It's like a special sauce that they happen to favour, that's all. And you have to admit, it was good. The charm I set up was perfect-"
"It was," Gid mirrored his brother's grin, "well you think it's my turn to go it alone on a prank?"
--
I had to do the right thing, after all and try to get them back to their rightful owner, whoever that may be. Fabian did not support me in this venture, insisting that we just let them roam. And let them get eaten? Nay! So to keep track of them, I charmed them all to have little numbers hanging around their necks, but I missed one by accident so it was numbered 1, 2, 3, 5, 6...instead of the obvious. (Mum, are you sure he wasn't dropped as a child?)
---
"Oh that's good." Fabian nodded approvingly. "Yeah, they'll be searching for goats for ages."
"You know, I'll have to get Arthur something nice, he hinted this at Christmas-"
"Weren't you slumped over the toilet by dessert though? Very classy to get sloshed in front of Molly's sons." Fabian laughed.
"Yeah don't remind me, I can still hear her screaming at me." He replied as he waved his wand at the last goat, a collar with a scarlet number four dangling from it appeared around its neck. Gideon surveyed his work, "I would have made a right farmer, I think. I don't know if I could, you know, deal with the smell, though."
"Or their shit." Fabian added.
"Touche." Gideon cringed as a sickening plop hit the ground.
---
Fabian refused to come and help me, and as I was chasing these goats, they ran right into the school which had its doors propped open for some reason. Possibly because he was afraid of goats. (Please, mother, afraid of goats? THE LIES YOUR OTHER SON TELLS YOU.) Apparently Professor McGonagall did not seem to believe this (Because she is a woman with an IQ over 30). She then told me that they belonged to Aberforth (Like I told him), and that I was to do lines for four hours saying how I was not to bring livestock into the school.
---
"Mister Prewett, do you have anything else to say for yourself? To explain the necessity of having to clean thousand year old tapestries for your silly little stunt?" Minerva McGonagall asked sternly. Her hair pulled back tightly, she gave him that steely glare that would make many first years collapse on themselves.
"Er, no, ma'am." Gideon answered, and because he couldn't help himself, "but did you find the fourth goat?"
"Lines. Gideon. Four hours should suffice, don't you think? You seem to have a dislike for that one since Aberforth told me he only loaned you five-"
"-That old man snitched!" Gideon exclaimed irately.
"Lines. Now, Gideon."
---
So as you can see, mum, I was punished for being a good boy, like you taught me. (Oh that's rich.) I had to twist Fabian's arm (literally) so that he could help me write this letter. I love you and miss you (Mum, am I allowed to hex him?).
Gideon
"She's not going to believe this." Fabian said, as he reread the letter. "Do you think mum is stupid?"
"No, you're stupid."
"You don't even make sense." Fabian rolled his eyes and sealed up the letter.
Gideon groaned, "Of course I don't make sense, I am injured. In pain. Woe betidden because of being falsely accused of pranking-"
"Woe betidden? That's not a word!"
"When did you become a Ravenclaw?" Gideon asked, crossing his arms.
"Cut the melodrama," Fabian laughed, "we're still going to get Howlers."
Charyse//Gryffindor