Three fics for Tuesday
Title: An Encounter
Summary: The Brothers Prewett run across someone in the Forbidden Forest.
Characters/Pairings: Gideon and Fabian Prewett, Albus and Aberforth Dumbledore
Genre: Humor
Rating/Warnings: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count approximately 500
"Bloody hell, why won't you just run 'round the other direction like I said, Gid, we'd have this stupid animal back to where it belongs." Fabian hissed as he ran through the forest, trying to avoid the tree roots and low lying branches as he chased after the elusive goat.
His brother ran alongside him, "Because. We. Are. Wizards. And we can use our wands to stop it." He sped past and waved his wand at the fleeing goat.
"Well it appears that there must have been a scheduled brotherly tour through the Forbidden Forest this evening, gentlemen." The amused voice of none other than their Headmaster pierced through the darkness.
"Er...Professor, not to be disrespectful-"
"But you will be, anyway, Fabian, don't worry, I find it highly flattering when you third year students speak to me like we're equals. Makes me less of the grumpy Headmaster that we are so often stereotypically perceived."
"But...you're walking by yourself." Gideon finished.
Albus chuckled. "Aberforth is tending to his goat that you managed to steal, prance through the dungeons and the Slytherin locker rooms. Belinda only comes around when she's called. It would have probably been good to know that her name was Belinda."
Gideon and Fabian looked at each other, and while they couldn't exactly determine the other's face, they knew that an equal look of confusion was on the other's face. "Er, about that whole 'prancing through the dungeon' bit...we'll do the lines."
"Cane the lot of them, Albus." The gruff voice of who the boys assumed was Aberforth interrupted them. In the dim glow of the wandlight, they could see that he was petting the goat, a little too affectionately for their taste.
"No, no, Aberforth. The Prewetts are good lads, good enough that I might put them in that club I was talking to you about earlier before we were interrupted by the bleating goat and her pursuers." Albus replied.
Gideon cleared his throat. "At any rate, Headmaster, and Aberforth, sirs. We'll just-"
"-be going back to the castle."
"Before you go, boys, I would like a foot long essay on the importance of House Unity in our time." Albus said with much more authority.
"Yes, sir." They replied.
"And, Aberforth and I often catch up by taking walks in the forest, in case we would like to have Brotherly Strolls to be made a scheduled event." Albus called.
From that point on, the Prewetts never went back into the forest.
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For these next two it was part of a thirty minute writing challenge, so barring that, it should be quite excellent. Just avoid my grammar pitfalls...
Title: Summer Boredom
Author: alohachary1851
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Fabian, Gideon and their mum
Genre: comedy
Warnings: Gideon has a stash of magazines?
Word Count: 1032
"You boys are only to come down when there's a meal. You're not to order from Zonkos, and if you do, you can consider yourselves banned from Hogsmeade-"
"Oh but MUM, it wasn't me, why do I have to-"
"Did you stop Gideon?"
Fabian grimaced. "I hate you."
"Honestly, you're seventeen years old, you'd think you'd learn the proper way to behave in public by now." Their mother exclaimed with exasperation. "Honestly, bringing dungbombs into Madam Malkins? Decoy Detonators into Knockturn Alley?"
"Mum, why do you think we don't take Gideon places?"
"That's enough out of you, Fabian." Their mother fumed. Gideon looked amusedly at Fabian. "Wipe that smile off of your face. You nearly killed Mrs. O'Keefe with your stupid prank."
"She had a bad ticker anyway." Gideon muttered. "And what was she doing in Knockturn Alley anyway? I told you she's trying to resurrect her husband, dunno why, he aws a jolly wanker."
"That's horrible." Fabian commented. "But he did act like he owned everything-"
"And you can consider yourselves grounded for another month. We'll know if you try Apparating as well, so there."
Gideon Prewett sat in his room and looked around, surveying potential boredom busters. It was a time like this that he wished he and Fabian still shared rooms, though by this point, they probably would have beaten each other unconscious: Fabian for being angry with Gideon for getting both of them grounded and Gideon beating Fabian in self-defence. He could not believe that, in thirty minutes, he managed to play an entire game of Gobstones, Exploding Snap and alphabetize his Famous Wizard cards. He even looked at all of his 'private magazines' that he hid in a floorboard. Listening to music would have been out of the question. He looked at his owl who was picking apart a vole.
"Don't leave that in the living room, Nyx, even though I know you mean well." Gideon groaned. He looked over at the stack of parchment and the unused quill. "Might as well."
Fabian,
I'm so bloody bored.
-Gideon
Fabian Prewett felt ready to chuck his Transfiguration book out the window. "Vertebrate transfiguration into Swedish designed furniture? Why would someone USE this? Suppose if I got stranded in the Forbidden Forest, I would be able to sleep in chic. What the hell... I'm talking to myself. I'm bloody talking to myself because of bloody Gideon and his bloody obsession with Dungbombs. Sodding wanker."
He pondered all of the things he could have been doing had he not been grounded. "I could be at the beach with Marlene, in France wooing French girls, seeing concerts. Having a bloody amazing last summer before school. Bastard Gideon." Fabian's slightly murderous thoughts about his brother were thwarted when he saw Nyx fly into his room.
"You cannot be serious." Fabian groaned. He grabbed the letter and opened it. Rolling his eyes, he scribbled a response:
Gideon,
Are you seriously owling me from your room?
Fabian
Laughing loudly so that Fabian would hear, Gideon wrote him back:
Fabian,
Let me remind you that you owled me back. And yes, I am owling you from my room. I restate my sentiment, I am bloody bored.
Gideon
Gideon,
What the hell do you expect me to do? It's your fault we're both grounded. We could be in France! With French girls! Or training for Quidditch. I'll lose muscle tone without it. Thanks, wanker.
Fabian
Flabbian,
Why would I go to France? It's full of French people. Tosser. Do you have any dungbombs?
Gideon
Fabian scoffed when he read this. "He would, the sod." It was like speaking to a wall with Gideon at times, he didn't understand the meaning of 'no.' Perhaps it was more like a petulant child. Whatever the likeness, Fabian was annoyed.
Git,
No.
Fabian the Unflabby and extremely fit.
Fattian,
You do.
Gideon the wise.
Gideon wears girls clothes Prewett,
Mum confiscated the lot of them. Last time I'm bringing dungbombs to Diagon Alley. I don't think it would be wise.
Fabian.
Fabian Who Is Seventeen and Afraid of His Mum,
Fine. When we go back to Hogwarts, I'm telling Marlene McKinnon how you still cower in fear of mum. "Marlene, Fabian can't go out with you because he has to ask mum for permission. Because he's a six year old boy."
Gideon.
Gideon 'Nappy wearer' Prewett,
I'll tell her about Mr. Marbles. And that you wet the bed until you were ten.
Fabian who does not need security animals.
Gideon blanched. Fabian swore he would take both those secrets to the grave. It was not his fault that he was incontinent, nor was it his fault that he found comfort during thunderstorms and nightmares in a stuffed animal.
Fabian,
You wouldn't dare.
Gideon
Gideon,
"Marlene, did you know, Gideon 'I bench 300' Prewett still sleeps with a fluffy pink rabbit he calls Mr. Marbles? Because he does. Tore the room apart when he couldn't figure out where he put him." It will go over swimmingly.
Fabian who is cackling. Put your ear up to the wall, you tosser. You will hear me laughing at your insecurity.
Fabian 'I tried mum's lipstick' Prewett,
You put on makeup. That speaks for itself.
Gideon
Fabian rolled his eyes. "Molly started it!" He exclaimed, forgetting that Gideon wasn't physically in the room.
Gideon,
I was three. Mum thought it was funny. Dad had a fit. Then he gave me a Beater bat and the rest was history. You should know, you were the first person I hit. Well... you wouldn't remember because you passed out. Dad thought it was funny.
Fabian of the Flexed Biceps
Fabian,
I hate you. That never happened.
Gideon
Gideon,
You were the one who started it.
Fabian
Fabian,
I didn't start anything when you got a Beater bat. Shut up.
Gideon
Gideon,
No you shut up.
Fabian
Fabian,
I've trained the owl to attack you.
Gideon
Twenty minutes later Gideon receives a scrap of parchment with a few blood droplets and shaky handwriting. He cackles when he reads:
Gideon,
I am bleeding to death. It's your fault. Wanker.
Fabian
Title: In Which the Prewetts Adopt Lofty Titles
Author: alohachary1851
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Fabian, Gideon with special appearance by big sister Molly
Genre: comedy
Warnings: none
Word Count: 511
A/N: Sequel to my "Summer Boredom" fic
Fabian Prewett was surely dead. Surely. He had just been attacked by the most psychotic owl known to man. Another reason why Gideon should not have been allowed to choose the family owl. "Here lies me," He said dramatically, "Fabian Prewett. Devoted son and brother. Mauled by Possessed Owl sent by his major twat of a brother. Will be sorely missed." He sighed with exasperation and reached for the quill and parchment.
Molly,
Gideon taught Nyx how to attack. Am bleeding profusely. Most likely dead upon receipt of this owl.
It was Gideon's fault.
Fabian.
Fabian cautiously made his way to the now calm owl and handed the letter to it. "Please, for the love of god, Nyx, don't hurt me."
The owl hooted obediently and flew out the window.
Almost an hour later, Nyx returned looking exhausted and no doubt manhandled by one of Molly's many children. Fabian read Molly's letter with amusement. She always had a knack for finding both sides to an issue.
Fabian,
Mum told me what you did in Diagon Alley. I can only hope that my sons don't give me that much grief, though getting the owl to maim you is probably overdoing it. I've written to Gideon as well. Does this mean you won't be around for Bill's birthday, then? Or are family activities mandatory?
Molly
Gideon was sitting in his room pondering what happened to Fabian. He didn't hear any noise coming from his room and now Gideon was starting to reevaluate the 'attack-owl' angle. Nyx flew into the room just as Gideon contemplated reinstating the secret tapping system. Tap-Thunk-Tap was 'Let's do something' Tap-Tap-pause-Thunk 'Stand down' and a single solitary 'Tap' was 'Are you bored?' Gideon once pretended he was a percussionist which lead Fabian to ask him "Why the hell were you going on about the Russian Revolutions? Are you hitting the history books again?"
Gideon,
Fabian might be a bit overdramatic but if he is seriously injured, I'm writing mother and telling her to increase your punishment. Now you're rolling your eyes saying 'I don't respond to threats especially since you're all the way in Ottery St. Catchpole.' Quit acting stupid and making Fabian write me thinking the worst has happened. Honestly, you're being stupid and selfish, Gideon Prewett.
Molly
How is it that his big sister always managed to make him feel like a twat? Oh right because she was absolutely right. Though, he now had ammunition for Fabian. Barely wasting a second, Gideon wrote:
Fabian,
You ratted me out to Molly? HOW DARE YOU BREAK THE TWIN CODE
Gideon the Aghast
Gideon the Great Twat,
YOU MAIMED ME WITH AN OWL. THAT'S BREAKING OF TWIN CODE
Fabian the Severely Wounded
Gideon grimaced. Touche, he thought, though he would never let Fabian know.
Fabian the Dramatist,
YOU WERE BEING BORING.
Gideon Who Is Without a Flashy Title
Gideon 'The Jolly Wanker of Somerset' Prewett,
NOW I AM BEING DEAD. I BLEED. BLEEEEED ALL OVER THIS PARCHMENT.
Fabian the Anemic.
It was going to be a long summer.
Summary: The Brothers Prewett run across someone in the Forbidden Forest.
Characters/Pairings: Gideon and Fabian Prewett, Albus and Aberforth Dumbledore
Genre: Humor
Rating/Warnings: G
Medium: Fic
Word Count approximately 500
"Bloody hell, why won't you just run 'round the other direction like I said, Gid, we'd have this stupid animal back to where it belongs." Fabian hissed as he ran through the forest, trying to avoid the tree roots and low lying branches as he chased after the elusive goat.
His brother ran alongside him, "Because. We. Are. Wizards. And we can use our wands to stop it." He sped past and waved his wand at the fleeing goat.
"Well it appears that there must have been a scheduled brotherly tour through the Forbidden Forest this evening, gentlemen." The amused voice of none other than their Headmaster pierced through the darkness.
"Er...Professor, not to be disrespectful-"
"But you will be, anyway, Fabian, don't worry, I find it highly flattering when you third year students speak to me like we're equals. Makes me less of the grumpy Headmaster that we are so often stereotypically perceived."
"But...you're walking by yourself." Gideon finished.
Albus chuckled. "Aberforth is tending to his goat that you managed to steal, prance through the dungeons and the Slytherin locker rooms. Belinda only comes around when she's called. It would have probably been good to know that her name was Belinda."
Gideon and Fabian looked at each other, and while they couldn't exactly determine the other's face, they knew that an equal look of confusion was on the other's face. "Er, about that whole 'prancing through the dungeon' bit...we'll do the lines."
"Cane the lot of them, Albus." The gruff voice of who the boys assumed was Aberforth interrupted them. In the dim glow of the wandlight, they could see that he was petting the goat, a little too affectionately for their taste.
"No, no, Aberforth. The Prewetts are good lads, good enough that I might put them in that club I was talking to you about earlier before we were interrupted by the bleating goat and her pursuers." Albus replied.
Gideon cleared his throat. "At any rate, Headmaster, and Aberforth, sirs. We'll just-"
"-be going back to the castle."
"Before you go, boys, I would like a foot long essay on the importance of House Unity in our time." Albus said with much more authority.
"Yes, sir." They replied.
"And, Aberforth and I often catch up by taking walks in the forest, in case we would like to have Brotherly Strolls to be made a scheduled event." Albus called.
From that point on, the Prewetts never went back into the forest.
----
For these next two it was part of a thirty minute writing challenge, so barring that, it should be quite excellent. Just avoid my grammar pitfalls...
Title: Summer Boredom
Author: alohachary1851
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Fabian, Gideon and their mum
Genre: comedy
Warnings: Gideon has a stash of magazines?
Word Count: 1032
"You boys are only to come down when there's a meal. You're not to order from Zonkos, and if you do, you can consider yourselves banned from Hogsmeade-"
"Oh but MUM, it wasn't me, why do I have to-"
"Did you stop Gideon?"
Fabian grimaced. "I hate you."
"Honestly, you're seventeen years old, you'd think you'd learn the proper way to behave in public by now." Their mother exclaimed with exasperation. "Honestly, bringing dungbombs into Madam Malkins? Decoy Detonators into Knockturn Alley?"
"Mum, why do you think we don't take Gideon places?"
"That's enough out of you, Fabian." Their mother fumed. Gideon looked amusedly at Fabian. "Wipe that smile off of your face. You nearly killed Mrs. O'Keefe with your stupid prank."
"She had a bad ticker anyway." Gideon muttered. "And what was she doing in Knockturn Alley anyway? I told you she's trying to resurrect her husband, dunno why, he aws a jolly wanker."
"That's horrible." Fabian commented. "But he did act like he owned everything-"
"And you can consider yourselves grounded for another month. We'll know if you try Apparating as well, so there."
Gideon Prewett sat in his room and looked around, surveying potential boredom busters. It was a time like this that he wished he and Fabian still shared rooms, though by this point, they probably would have beaten each other unconscious: Fabian for being angry with Gideon for getting both of them grounded and Gideon beating Fabian in self-defence. He could not believe that, in thirty minutes, he managed to play an entire game of Gobstones, Exploding Snap and alphabetize his Famous Wizard cards. He even looked at all of his 'private magazines' that he hid in a floorboard. Listening to music would have been out of the question. He looked at his owl who was picking apart a vole.
"Don't leave that in the living room, Nyx, even though I know you mean well." Gideon groaned. He looked over at the stack of parchment and the unused quill. "Might as well."
Fabian,
I'm so bloody bored.
-Gideon
Fabian Prewett felt ready to chuck his Transfiguration book out the window. "Vertebrate transfiguration into Swedish designed furniture? Why would someone USE this? Suppose if I got stranded in the Forbidden Forest, I would be able to sleep in chic. What the hell... I'm talking to myself. I'm bloody talking to myself because of bloody Gideon and his bloody obsession with Dungbombs. Sodding wanker."
He pondered all of the things he could have been doing had he not been grounded. "I could be at the beach with Marlene, in France wooing French girls, seeing concerts. Having a bloody amazing last summer before school. Bastard Gideon." Fabian's slightly murderous thoughts about his brother were thwarted when he saw Nyx fly into his room.
"You cannot be serious." Fabian groaned. He grabbed the letter and opened it. Rolling his eyes, he scribbled a response:
Gideon,
Are you seriously owling me from your room?
Fabian
Laughing loudly so that Fabian would hear, Gideon wrote him back:
Fabian,
Let me remind you that you owled me back. And yes, I am owling you from my room. I restate my sentiment, I am bloody bored.
Gideon
Gideon,
What the hell do you expect me to do? It's your fault we're both grounded. We could be in France! With French girls! Or training for Quidditch. I'll lose muscle tone without it. Thanks, wanker.
Fabian
Flabbian,
Why would I go to France? It's full of French people. Tosser. Do you have any dungbombs?
Gideon
Fabian scoffed when he read this. "He would, the sod." It was like speaking to a wall with Gideon at times, he didn't understand the meaning of 'no.' Perhaps it was more like a petulant child. Whatever the likeness, Fabian was annoyed.
Git,
No.
Fabian the Unflabby and extremely fit.
Fattian,
You do.
Gideon the wise.
Gideon wears girls clothes Prewett,
Mum confiscated the lot of them. Last time I'm bringing dungbombs to Diagon Alley. I don't think it would be wise.
Fabian.
Fabian Who Is Seventeen and Afraid of His Mum,
Fine. When we go back to Hogwarts, I'm telling Marlene McKinnon how you still cower in fear of mum. "Marlene, Fabian can't go out with you because he has to ask mum for permission. Because he's a six year old boy."
Gideon.
Gideon 'Nappy wearer' Prewett,
I'll tell her about Mr. Marbles. And that you wet the bed until you were ten.
Fabian who does not need security animals.
Gideon blanched. Fabian swore he would take both those secrets to the grave. It was not his fault that he was incontinent, nor was it his fault that he found comfort during thunderstorms and nightmares in a stuffed animal.
Fabian,
You wouldn't dare.
Gideon
Gideon,
"Marlene, did you know, Gideon 'I bench 300' Prewett still sleeps with a fluffy pink rabbit he calls Mr. Marbles? Because he does. Tore the room apart when he couldn't figure out where he put him." It will go over swimmingly.
Fabian who is cackling. Put your ear up to the wall, you tosser. You will hear me laughing at your insecurity.
Fabian 'I tried mum's lipstick' Prewett,
You put on makeup. That speaks for itself.
Gideon
Fabian rolled his eyes. "Molly started it!" He exclaimed, forgetting that Gideon wasn't physically in the room.
Gideon,
I was three. Mum thought it was funny. Dad had a fit. Then he gave me a Beater bat and the rest was history. You should know, you were the first person I hit. Well... you wouldn't remember because you passed out. Dad thought it was funny.
Fabian of the Flexed Biceps
Fabian,
I hate you. That never happened.
Gideon
Gideon,
You were the one who started it.
Fabian
Fabian,
I didn't start anything when you got a Beater bat. Shut up.
Gideon
Gideon,
No you shut up.
Fabian
Fabian,
I've trained the owl to attack you.
Gideon
Twenty minutes later Gideon receives a scrap of parchment with a few blood droplets and shaky handwriting. He cackles when he reads:
Gideon,
I am bleeding to death. It's your fault. Wanker.
Fabian
Title: In Which the Prewetts Adopt Lofty Titles
Author: alohachary1851
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: Fabian, Gideon with special appearance by big sister Molly
Genre: comedy
Warnings: none
Word Count: 511
A/N: Sequel to my "Summer Boredom" fic
Fabian Prewett was surely dead. Surely. He had just been attacked by the most psychotic owl known to man. Another reason why Gideon should not have been allowed to choose the family owl. "Here lies me," He said dramatically, "Fabian Prewett. Devoted son and brother. Mauled by Possessed Owl sent by his major twat of a brother. Will be sorely missed." He sighed with exasperation and reached for the quill and parchment.
Molly,
Gideon taught Nyx how to attack. Am bleeding profusely. Most likely dead upon receipt of this owl.
It was Gideon's fault.
Fabian.
Fabian cautiously made his way to the now calm owl and handed the letter to it. "Please, for the love of god, Nyx, don't hurt me."
The owl hooted obediently and flew out the window.
Almost an hour later, Nyx returned looking exhausted and no doubt manhandled by one of Molly's many children. Fabian read Molly's letter with amusement. She always had a knack for finding both sides to an issue.
Fabian,
Mum told me what you did in Diagon Alley. I can only hope that my sons don't give me that much grief, though getting the owl to maim you is probably overdoing it. I've written to Gideon as well. Does this mean you won't be around for Bill's birthday, then? Or are family activities mandatory?
Molly
Gideon was sitting in his room pondering what happened to Fabian. He didn't hear any noise coming from his room and now Gideon was starting to reevaluate the 'attack-owl' angle. Nyx flew into the room just as Gideon contemplated reinstating the secret tapping system. Tap-Thunk-Tap was 'Let's do something' Tap-Tap-pause-Thunk 'Stand down' and a single solitary 'Tap' was 'Are you bored?' Gideon once pretended he was a percussionist which lead Fabian to ask him "Why the hell were you going on about the Russian Revolutions? Are you hitting the history books again?"
Gideon,
Fabian might be a bit overdramatic but if he is seriously injured, I'm writing mother and telling her to increase your punishment. Now you're rolling your eyes saying 'I don't respond to threats especially since you're all the way in Ottery St. Catchpole.' Quit acting stupid and making Fabian write me thinking the worst has happened. Honestly, you're being stupid and selfish, Gideon Prewett.
Molly
How is it that his big sister always managed to make him feel like a twat? Oh right because she was absolutely right. Though, he now had ammunition for Fabian. Barely wasting a second, Gideon wrote:
Fabian,
You ratted me out to Molly? HOW DARE YOU BREAK THE TWIN CODE
Gideon the Aghast
Gideon the Great Twat,
YOU MAIMED ME WITH AN OWL. THAT'S BREAKING OF TWIN CODE
Fabian the Severely Wounded
Gideon grimaced. Touche, he thought, though he would never let Fabian know.
Fabian the Dramatist,
YOU WERE BEING BORING.
Gideon Who Is Without a Flashy Title
Gideon 'The Jolly Wanker of Somerset' Prewett,
NOW I AM BEING DEAD. I BLEED. BLEEEEED ALL OVER THIS PARCHMENT.
Fabian the Anemic.
It was going to be a long summer.