poem(s); fic
Title: A Prewett Poetic Guide to Dealing with Grief
Summary: see above, answer to poetry challenge #26
Characters/Pairings: Fabian Prewett, Gideon Prewett, Frank Longbottom, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Genre: Drunken poetry
Rating/Warnings: pg for things said when drunk
Medium: Large haiku and 1 Fabian Freeverse
Word Count: 82
I.
Fear, its name is Frank
fallen prey to the women
never free again.
II.
Though others fail with
women; steady denial
Gideon Prewett
III.
All women are so pretty
so fair and kind
but mostly I,
-this is Fabian writing-
after Gideon so kindly interrupted,
women are soft fair creatures.
I think that makes you sound like
a right old pervert;
Thank you Gideon, for ruining the moment.
IV.
Now back to haiku;
Kingsley is wisest it's true
For he boffs the dudes
V.
Sorrow is sleepy
Grief drives one to drink a lot
like Auror Training
VI.
Depression sets in
Firewhisky is all finished
Roll in own sick now
Title: Poetry Slam
Summary: A review of their grand oeuvre de poesie (see above); response to fic challenge #61
Characters/Pairings: The Brothers Prewett, Frank Longbottom
Genre: Crack
Rating/Warnings: PG for swearses (Gollum, Gollum)
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 529
"We can't turn this in" Gideon said looking aghast at the paper in front of him. "If I fleck this bit of sick over that weird stanza you wrote, Fabian, then we look less like perverts and more like drunken idiots."
"Really? Let me see." Fabian replied, reaching over. "This isn't perverted at all, women are soft fair creatures."
They argue for awhile as they head down to a cafe for breakfast before more training. "What, trouble in paradise?" Frank interrupted, taking a seat across from them, breaking their now five minute long argument.
"I think we were arguing about women." Gideon replied, tossing the parchment at Frank. "We wrote this last night apparently when we thought we were sober enough to do homework."
"I do quote you, Fabian, at around 2 a.m. this morning when we were walking home, you said to an old woman that you thought was a prostitute: 'Have some self-respect, pigeon, don't you know you can fly?'" Frank answered, unrolling the parchment and glancing over the haikus. "I mean, you were so drunk you sounded like Gideon, sober."
"That bad?"
"I don't know if I should be offended." Gideon crossed his arms and waited for Frank's thoughts on their 'work'
"What's all this about me being afraid and Kingsley boffing dudes? He's only got the one, you know."
Fabian waved his hand dismissively, "It made sense at four a.m., not dealing with women or something-"
"Ah well then that makes sense." Frank snorted. "What is this for anyway?"
"Er, we were supposed to write something on the stages of grief. For that Dealing with Grief series-"
"You know the one with the curly haired brunette that apparently screams 'Gideon'-"
"I think you've imagined she does that, Gid." Fabian rolled his eyes. "And yes this is allegedly our coursework assignment. I haven't decided if we're turning it in. Do we keep that stanza about women in?"
"I don't think horniness is a stage of grief." Frank replied, "At least for normal people. But for Prewetts, I'm sure that's, ah, perfectly normal."
"Alright you two ladies talk this over, I'm going to go and chat up the waitress and get us some food, long day today." Fabian said, getting up from the table.
Gideon watched as Fabian left the table and leaned towards Frank and said, "I actually wrote my essay before we went out, it's actually quite good-"
"Impressing Ms Grief Counselor, are we?" Frank chuckled. "Are you sure she won't be put off by you being in denial about your failure with women?"
"That's clearly done in Fabian's writing." Gideon answered before quickly asking "Why, do you think it will hurt my chances with her?"
"Well you know she can't have a relationship with you because you're a student, but you're not going to let that stop you are you- whatever happened to Double D Dorcas?"
"Yeah you know about that, I think Alice made me sound like a pouf when she edited all my letters." Gideon said as Fabian made his way back with a carafe of coffee.
"Those letters were shit and you were sober when you wrote them." Fabian said winking at the waitress. "Face it Gid, you are shit with women and are not meant to reproduce by virtue of this fact."
Summary: see above, answer to poetry challenge #26
Characters/Pairings: Fabian Prewett, Gideon Prewett, Frank Longbottom, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Genre: Drunken poetry
Rating/Warnings: pg for things said when drunk
Medium: Large haiku and 1 Fabian Freeverse
Word Count: 82
I.
Fear, its name is Frank
fallen prey to the women
never free again.
II.
Though others fail with
women; steady denial
Gideon Prewett
III.
All women are so pretty
so fair and kind
but mostly I,
-this is Fabian writing-
after Gideon so kindly interrupted,
women are soft fair creatures.
I think that makes you sound like
a right old pervert;
Thank you Gideon, for ruining the moment.
IV.
Now back to haiku;
Kingsley is wisest it's true
For he boffs the dudes
V.
Sorrow is sleepy
Grief drives one to drink a lot
like Auror Training
VI.
Depression sets in
Firewhisky is all finished
Roll in own sick now
Title: Poetry Slam
Summary: A review of their grand oeuvre de poesie (see above); response to fic challenge #61
Characters/Pairings: The Brothers Prewett, Frank Longbottom
Genre: Crack
Rating/Warnings: PG for swearses (Gollum, Gollum)
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 529
"We can't turn this in" Gideon said looking aghast at the paper in front of him. "If I fleck this bit of sick over that weird stanza you wrote, Fabian, then we look less like perverts and more like drunken idiots."
"Really? Let me see." Fabian replied, reaching over. "This isn't perverted at all, women are soft fair creatures."
They argue for awhile as they head down to a cafe for breakfast before more training. "What, trouble in paradise?" Frank interrupted, taking a seat across from them, breaking their now five minute long argument.
"I think we were arguing about women." Gideon replied, tossing the parchment at Frank. "We wrote this last night apparently when we thought we were sober enough to do homework."
"I do quote you, Fabian, at around 2 a.m. this morning when we were walking home, you said to an old woman that you thought was a prostitute: 'Have some self-respect, pigeon, don't you know you can fly?'" Frank answered, unrolling the parchment and glancing over the haikus. "I mean, you were so drunk you sounded like Gideon, sober."
"That bad?"
"I don't know if I should be offended." Gideon crossed his arms and waited for Frank's thoughts on their 'work'
"What's all this about me being afraid and Kingsley boffing dudes? He's only got the one, you know."
Fabian waved his hand dismissively, "It made sense at four a.m., not dealing with women or something-"
"Ah well then that makes sense." Frank snorted. "What is this for anyway?"
"Er, we were supposed to write something on the stages of grief. For that Dealing with Grief series-"
"You know the one with the curly haired brunette that apparently screams 'Gideon'-"
"I think you've imagined she does that, Gid." Fabian rolled his eyes. "And yes this is allegedly our coursework assignment. I haven't decided if we're turning it in. Do we keep that stanza about women in?"
"I don't think horniness is a stage of grief." Frank replied, "At least for normal people. But for Prewetts, I'm sure that's, ah, perfectly normal."
"Alright you two ladies talk this over, I'm going to go and chat up the waitress and get us some food, long day today." Fabian said, getting up from the table.
Gideon watched as Fabian left the table and leaned towards Frank and said, "I actually wrote my essay before we went out, it's actually quite good-"
"Impressing Ms Grief Counselor, are we?" Frank chuckled. "Are you sure she won't be put off by you being in denial about your failure with women?"
"That's clearly done in Fabian's writing." Gideon answered before quickly asking "Why, do you think it will hurt my chances with her?"
"Well you know she can't have a relationship with you because you're a student, but you're not going to let that stop you are you- whatever happened to Double D Dorcas?"
"Yeah you know about that, I think Alice made me sound like a pouf when she edited all my letters." Gideon said as Fabian made his way back with a carafe of coffee.
"Those letters were shit and you were sober when you wrote them." Fabian said winking at the waitress. "Face it Gid, you are shit with women and are not meant to reproduce by virtue of this fact."