Ficlet: Auror Training: Whiners Not Allowed
Title: Auror Training: Whiners Not Allowed; Ficlet Challenge #16
Summary: I am horrible at titles and summaries but it involves Fabian. A Sensory Deprivation Chamber. Gideon and Fabian fighting with books thrown, presumable furniture as well.
Characters/Pairings: Fabian Prewett, Gideon Prewett, special appearance by Kingsley Shacklebolt
Genre: Crackleacklebolt
Rating/Warnings: PG for something
Word Count: 493
For an entire year, Fabian and Gideon trained alongside each other, Introductory Hand to Hand Combat, Advanced Dueling, and Paperwork. Both Prewetts would agree that the Paperwork course was probably the most difficult. Most difficult in that it got a bit shady when filling out boxes like "time to overtake opponent" and "manner opponent was defeated."
It was time for the Year One Aurors to move on and that meant shifting schedules and staggered classes and for the first time in years, Gideon and Fabian Prewett weren't in the same schedule block.
"You know, I think they've finally caught on that we copy off of each other." Fabian said after reviewing their schedules.
"You copy off me, you twat." Gideon replied, nostrils flared. "See how you like," he glances at his brother's sheet "Adaptive Survival Training coursework without me."
Adaptive Survival Training meant shutting the students in simulated rooms of different environments with or without wands for forty eight hours, complete with conjured faceless sparring partners, sensory deprivation, sensory overload. Aurors were supposed to be able to take it all. They were, after all, supposed to be the elite, The Green Beret of the Ministry.
Fabian usually came home saying things like "Ahhh Survival Training, only the strong survive." (Gideon usually replied with a "Hence it's called survival training. Idiot.")
But today was different.
"Shut up, I’ve had a harrowing day." Fabian groaned.
"Harrowing two days." Gideon corrected.
"What? Oh, right. Two days?" taking a seat next to his brother on the sofa of their flat. "I just want to sleep, dammit."
"You know it's nine in the evening, right?" Gideon answered casually not looking up from his textbook. "Feasibly, one can do that."
"What?" Fabian asked, now completely confused. "But-"
"Were you in the sensory deprivation chamber today?" Gideon interrupted. "Yeah, Fabian, you're gonna want to sleep, now, before your brain goes haywire, you start seeing sounds and hearing colors and talking to Molly."
"How is that last part faulty?" Fabian asked.
Gideon paused and looked at his brother. "See the fact that you ask that means you're tired. Go to bed before we're recruited to serve England's Most Fruitful Mother."
The two brothers sat in silence as Fabian processed this information. Gideon kept time.
Three minutes later:
"Do you mean the Queen? Because I think she's past her prime." Fabian replied, a statement that quickly devolved into Gideon throwing his heavy textbook at his brother's face. Fabian's nose getting broken (for the fifth time) and Fabian's fists eagerly meeting Gideon's face.
From behind a two way mirror in the observation room, the real Gideon turned to Kingsley and says "Do I really hit like that?"
Kingsley tore his eyes away from the Prewett fight, his fourth favourite form of entertainment (#3. Joking about Augusta Longbottom, #2. Quidditch, #1. Joking about Augusta Longbottom) and answered "It's hard to punch like a man, ginger balls, unless you're the King. And I think Fabian's slow or something, or do you really sound like a little girl when you scream?"
"Shut it, Kings."
Summary: I am horrible at titles and summaries but it involves Fabian. A Sensory Deprivation Chamber. Gideon and Fabian fighting with books thrown, presumable furniture as well.
Characters/Pairings: Fabian Prewett, Gideon Prewett, special appearance by Kingsley Shacklebolt
Genre: Crackleacklebolt
Rating/Warnings: PG for something
Word Count: 493
For an entire year, Fabian and Gideon trained alongside each other, Introductory Hand to Hand Combat, Advanced Dueling, and Paperwork. Both Prewetts would agree that the Paperwork course was probably the most difficult. Most difficult in that it got a bit shady when filling out boxes like "time to overtake opponent" and "manner opponent was defeated."
It was time for the Year One Aurors to move on and that meant shifting schedules and staggered classes and for the first time in years, Gideon and Fabian Prewett weren't in the same schedule block.
"You know, I think they've finally caught on that we copy off of each other." Fabian said after reviewing their schedules.
"You copy off me, you twat." Gideon replied, nostrils flared. "See how you like," he glances at his brother's sheet "Adaptive Survival Training coursework without me."
Adaptive Survival Training meant shutting the students in simulated rooms of different environments with or without wands for forty eight hours, complete with conjured faceless sparring partners, sensory deprivation, sensory overload. Aurors were supposed to be able to take it all. They were, after all, supposed to be the elite, The Green Beret of the Ministry.
Fabian usually came home saying things like "Ahhh Survival Training, only the strong survive." (Gideon usually replied with a "Hence it's called survival training. Idiot.")
But today was different.
"Shut up, I’ve had a harrowing day." Fabian groaned.
"Harrowing two days." Gideon corrected.
"What? Oh, right. Two days?" taking a seat next to his brother on the sofa of their flat. "I just want to sleep, dammit."
"You know it's nine in the evening, right?" Gideon answered casually not looking up from his textbook. "Feasibly, one can do that."
"What?" Fabian asked, now completely confused. "But-"
"Were you in the sensory deprivation chamber today?" Gideon interrupted. "Yeah, Fabian, you're gonna want to sleep, now, before your brain goes haywire, you start seeing sounds and hearing colors and talking to Molly."
"How is that last part faulty?" Fabian asked.
Gideon paused and looked at his brother. "See the fact that you ask that means you're tired. Go to bed before we're recruited to serve England's Most Fruitful Mother."
The two brothers sat in silence as Fabian processed this information. Gideon kept time.
Three minutes later:
"Do you mean the Queen? Because I think she's past her prime." Fabian replied, a statement that quickly devolved into Gideon throwing his heavy textbook at his brother's face. Fabian's nose getting broken (for the fifth time) and Fabian's fists eagerly meeting Gideon's face.
From behind a two way mirror in the observation room, the real Gideon turned to Kingsley and says "Do I really hit like that?"
Kingsley tore his eyes away from the Prewett fight, his fourth favourite form of entertainment (#3. Joking about Augusta Longbottom, #2. Quidditch, #1. Joking about Augusta Longbottom) and answered "It's hard to punch like a man, ginger balls, unless you're the King. And I think Fabian's slow or something, or do you really sound like a little girl when you scream?"
"Shut it, Kings."