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millicent-bagn0ld:

Millicent was just so tired. She had forgotten what it was like to have fun or feel carefree. she envied Gideon. He had always been better at making time for fun and handling stress than she was. Even back at Hogwarts he had still been better at that. Millicent couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her parents. They corresponded weekly with letters, but it had been more than a month since she had last felt the warm embrace of her mother’s arms. She was tired of feeling lonely, but she was more tired of feeling like the world was crumbling around her and she was the only one holding it up. She was Atlas, condemned to hold the Wizarding World together by Zeus as a punishment for caring so damn much. She couldn’t help but be tired.

“Yes, actually, I am asking for your opinion,” Millicent said quietly. She was clueless as to what to do to help stop this war. Maybe Gideon had an idea or two, and if he did, she was willing to listen. She wasn’t going to consider violence, unless it was violence specifically targeted against Death Eaters and no one else. She wasn’t Aversio, and Aversio’s methods were just as bad as the Death Eaters. Millicent felt a genuine chuckle escape her lips as she listened to Gideon speak. His humor was starting to reappear, whether he had meant for that to happen or not.”I would love for that to happen,”

The woman’s sigh, the tone of utter fatigue that tinged her voice seemed to convey more than her words ever could. In truth, he couldn’t blame the woman for feeling exhausted - it was likely the only word that anyone involved with the war could agree upon when asked about how they felt. Gideon felt it too. His eyelids had almost gotten used to the sensation of constantly being drug downwards. A yawn had become almost as common as the irreverent smile in his arsenal of mannerisms. Through it all, they all still managed to trudge along, to wake up each morning and dedicate themselves completely to the cause. And whether it was the woman’s political aspirations or something else that had further sapped her trademark verve, Gideon wasn’t going to stand for it. Not while she held so much sway among the gathered members of the order.

“Well thank Godric for that,” he spat sarcastically, shaking his head in disbelief. “It’s only taken a few years. I’d have figured you’d all hold out until we were all locked up in stocks somewhere before you’d ask for my thoughts.” The words came flying from his mouth, fiercer than he’d wanted them to be. He still had information to protect, an identity that he wasn’t able to fully reveal to those assembled - he couldn’t lose control, no matter how much he wanted to grab every single person in the room by the collar and make them realize that without action, they would all perish. “Might as well invite the bloke ‘round for tea then, eh? See if he fancies a pasty before agreeing to fuck right off? You lot want to know what we should do? We should fight. We should be checking every bloody forearm, pulling everyone aside who so much as mentions muggles in the wrong light. We should be doing more.”

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heis-waldenmacnair:

The Ministry bustled and buzzed, struggling to keep its head above water with the impending waves of chaos and turmoil brought upon in the height of a war. A change in the work environment was hardly noticed by Walden Macnair, who thrived under stress and didn’t dare to question the sudden increase of executions granted to him. He walked with a purpose when the hours dragged on longer than usual, feeling an incredible sense of fulfillment and relief that he could be on his feet for that much longer rather than at home, where the lonesome silence consumed him and only the words of Shakespeare kept him company until sleep carried him off to a dreamless slumber, as though even his body wanted its rest to be over as soon as possible so it could return to work.

His visit to the cafeteria was intended to be brief. Personally, he fancied dining alone in the comfort of his own office rather than mingling among some of the unsavory characters the Ministry employed, albeit had ventured to the lower level of the building that day in search of an Obliviator to assist him in completing an assignment. A few Muggles had stumbled upon an Acromantula in a forest in New Hampshire - two were captured by the creature while one made it back to town to tell their tale. When wizards had been sent to survey the situation, they found evidence to suggest that the two victims weren’t the first Muggles the beast had made into meals. Walden had been sent to deal with the Acromantula, but still required the help of an Obliviator for the surviving Muggle that they had taken into custody.

As he searched for one of the Obliviators, he simply couldn’t understand how he had heard that they had been given double shifts yet still managed to missing in action when needed. When he finally found one, he became more convinced than ever that the job was one that messed with a bloke’s sanity. “As difficult as it may be, I would advise you to listen. There was an incident involving an Acromantula earlier today. We have a Muggle in custody now and unfortunately, require your assistance,” Walden informed him. A sick grin tugged on his lips. “Of course, if you would rather sleep than do your job, I’d be more than happy to take care of the woman myself. I don’t know that you would appreciate my methods, though.”

The inner workings of the Ministry were like a large, black box to Gideon - it all, somehow worked, but it was likely best not to open the lid and peer inside for fear of the whole thing collapsing in on itself. Like cogs in a machine, the man assumed that each person in the cavernous, labyrinthine building had their role and played a part in keeping the whole thing stable. With the discord in the wizarding world spreading further afield and open war on the horizon a real possibility, it was only now that the Blonde man had sensed the gears creaking under the strain of it’s own enormity. Assignments and orders had been chaotic at best, often receiving multiple requests in short order before periods of relative quiet. It all made for a rapidly changing environment, one that showed signs of stress from all sides. Like a sheet of ice on a cool spring day, it still currently looked strong enough to support itself - but it was only a matter of time before the thin veneer of safety was cracked and broken beyond repair, fractured under it’s own weight.

That the footsteps that had approached belonged to a man seemed obvious enough given the heavier footfalls echoing off the stone floor. The deep, harsh voice only confirmed the blonde man’s suspicions, though the exact owner of the idle threats remained unidentified. Gideon’s eyes, squinted through the fog of fatigue, lifted to scan the person who towered imperiously over him as he sat motionless. What was the bloke’s name? Watson? Warren? It hardly mattered - it was obvious enough through the eagerness to harm an unfortunate muggle woman that the man was not his type of person. 

“You can put your throbbing erection away, mate.” Gideon countered lazily, a bored drawl obvious in his tone as he stared blankly up at the dark haired man. It struck him momentarily how bold this sort of statement had become, how acceptable it was to hint at a violent, genocidal nature that lay just barely under the surface. It was the sort of comment that caused Gideon’s hand to clench imperceptibly, tapping his leg lightly against the floor to ensure that his wand was indeed safely tucked away in his pocket. “Unless the poor woman’s somehow learned how to use the Unforgiveables, your services won’t be needed. You can go back to torturing spiders in the basement, or whatever other shite you lot do when you aren’t out offing people. Do you have the file?”

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Four Headcanons for Septima and Gideon

1. Verbal sparring with Septima was essentially a sport for Gideon. He appreciated the woman’s rapier-sharp mind as most did, but less for her academic knowledge and prowess than her ability to engage with him in a continual battle of wits. 

2. Gideon thinks that Septima’s point of view and opinions are often undervalued by the other members of the Order. While he continues to have moral qualms with the way Aversio functions, he appreciates how much more equitable the group is in it’s treatment of members and their specific strengths and aptitudes. He often finds himself nodding along in agreement of the woman’s more strategic and calculated viewpoint, even if he’d only ever reluctantly admit it to her.

3. Septima’s continual references to her mental superiority shouldn’t wrankle Gideon, but they often cause a lingering sense of insufficiency. His own continued insecurities from poor performance in some subjects at school and subsequent ‘underachiever’ status among family members and others who know him well causes him to feel the woman’s intellectual barbs more acutely. The majority of the time Gideon finds it easy enough to brush these off, but if he’s around the woman for a lengthy period of time, they build into a tangible sense of frustration.

4. As with many of the other women in his life that Gideon remains close to, he finds Septima’s passion and enthusiasm for her work an attractive quality. It’s for that reason that he finds her so utterly frustrating, as she seems to alternate between passionate and apathetic, depending on the subject at hand. While she can be a complete joy to be around one minute, he finds her cold and distant the next. This vacillation, while understandable, leaves him often throwing his hands up in resignation. 

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👫 - Rosemary

Four Headcanons for Rosemary and Gideon

1. Though the pair had shared the hallways of Hogwarts for seven full years, Gideon had never had a conversation of consequence with Rosemary. She’d existed in his mind only insofar as her name was bandied about during the typical conversation among blokes in the school. Otherwise, save for a few passing glances, she was naught but a name and a pretty face.

2. Gideon’s opinion of the woman, as they moved into adulthood, could be generally distilled into a single word - typical. He found the girl’s style of dress, her apparent contempt for what she perceived as the lower social class, and her marriage into another lofty pureblooded family as utterly predictable. To his eyes, Rosemary did what was expected of her - and nothing was less exciting than that.

3. Though it was a guilty pleasure of his with many people, Gideon particularly enjoyed trying to get under Rosemary’s skin. The woman’s practiced veneer of sophistication needed, in his opinion, some creases and cracks and he was all-too-happy to help provide them.

4. Now that Rosemary bore the last name ‘Parkinson’, Gideon felt wholly more negative towards the woman due to his friendship with Katrina. Though he was well aware that it wasn’t his duty to be defensive or adversarial on his friend’s behalf, Gideon couldn’t help the automatic association that arose. He tried not to hold her family by marriage against Rosemary, but he was often unsuccessful and found himself resenting her for it.

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arthurs-weasley:

“I was just curious how long it would take you,” Arthur commented before sitting down across from his brother-in-law. In his hand he held a brown paper bag with breakfast and lunch hidden inside, compliments of Molly. “To notice me I mean. Then again, you’re practically sitting up and sleeping right now.”

Arthur pulled out the breakfast sandwich Molly had put together for him. An english muffin with a hardboiled egg and sausage. The older man tore it in half and handed one side to Gideon. “Eat… You’re skin and bones Gid. Molly would kill me if I let you just have coffee for breakfast.” He chuckled slightly, making light of the situation before taking a big bite into his half of sandwich. 

He needed to work soon, but one of the pluses about being the only man in his office was Arthur had the ability to make his own schedule. Sure, if there was any serious muggle issues someone would be able to find him in the cafeteria. The likeliness of that happening though was slim. So, after Arthur spotted his brother-in-law sitting alone looking worse for wear, he decided to spend his morning with family instead of eating alone in his office.

With a small tilt of his head, Arthur really took in Gideon’s appearance. “The ministry has you working overtime huh?” Arthur posed the question casually. He hadn’t seen Gideon in a while and knew what conditions were like a the ministry right now, so Arthur figured what the answer would be, but he tried to make polite conversation anyways.

Usually seeing his brother-in-law, whether it was at work or at their house with the group of his young nephews skittering around the house, was cause for positivity. After all, Gideon had been utterly thrilled when Arthur and Molly had decided to tie the knot; he made his sister incredibly happy and was a good, wholesome bloke in his own right. Seeing the man as a father, raising a challenging and energetic brood, had only further enhanced Gideon’s opinion of Arthur Weasley. They’d weren’t likely to be the pair hopping from pub to pub - the auburn-haired man was far too busy for that sort of thing - but Gideon respected Arthur for the person he was without needing the man to be another partner in crime.

Still, suddenly aware of the fact that the man had seated himself across the table from him, Gideon felt hardly a glimmer of good will. Between the sleepless nights and the endlessly busy days, his head still full of the sounds of a woman’s agonized screams, he couldn’t muster more than a twitch of a smile as his gaze rose to meet Arthur’s. “What was the final count? I hope you timed it, at least. Might be good for a laugh,” Gideon added, his way of attempting the sort of light and cheerful banter that usually came so easily. Instead, he was left with a jarring sense of conflict, his words in opposition to the ripping pain he felt deep in his gut. Did Arthur know about his fight with Fabian? Had his brother run back to the family while he’d squirrelled himself away, sequestered in a self-imposed penitent exile? He couldn’t know, nor did it matter. He wasn’t going to tear himself away from Arthur easily enough to avoid the matter, now that the man had seen his impression of a zombie in the Ministry’s cafeteria. 

For a moment, Gideon eyed the offered food almost suspiciously, his glance sideways and his mouth tight. He wanted to refuse the gesture - he wanted to show that he was still strong. Still able to manage himself, with or without the assistance of his sister or her indescribably delicious cooking. Still, his mouth watered at the smell that the sausage patty gave off, his mind already imagining the first bite hitting his lips. Gideon decided to shelve his pride and grabbed the sandwich slowly, wasting no time in taking a hearty bite once the item was in his possession. Immediately, the rich, meaty flavour of the breakfast that flooded his mouth confirmed that he’d made the correct choice. He swallowed quickly and nodded a thanks, holding the rest gingerly between his fingers. “Cheers. I never realize how much I miss Molly’s cooking until I take a bite. Small wonder you haven’t blown up like a balloon living under the same roof as her, mate. God knows I would.”

Arthur’s question was an innocent one, and Gideon knew it was to be taken as such. Still, he had a lingering sense of unease at the mention of the concept of ‘overtime’, as though the topic would eventually lead to how scarce the man had been with his family obligations. It was a subject that had been explored, painfully, between more than a few people and the blonde man was in no rush to repeat the dramatics of the past weeks. Instead, Gideon nodded quietly, trying to maintain a stoic facade. “You could say that. The files never stop. Every single bloody day, more and more incidents, more memory charms.” He sighed, shaking his head and taking another bite of the sandwich. “Not sure how much more a bloke can handle.”

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Dawn Golden - All I Want

Your eyes, they did flutter again And my mouth it did hang wide When you told me 'every little thing is going to be alright' But we were younger then And now we're not And if there was a plan made Then we forgot about it And if there was time I could figure it out now But life is short And I don't care for most of it I don't care for most of it Because you're all that I, all that I want

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buriedunderbones:

Gideon was a likeable man, all charming smiles and endearing arrogance, but usually Edgar preferred the company of his brother. He wasn’t sure if he’d consider either a friend, but certainly Fabian was closer to earning the title. Not that Edgar didn’t like Gideon; they just had such striking differences, to the point where conversation was severely stilted by a lack of commonalities. The only apparent similarity between them was a fiercely protective nature and apparently now a love for the same coffee shop. “It’s usually rather quiet in the early hours and I have a theory that coffee tastes better when whoever makes it isn’t under pressure.” Edgar blurted out awkwardly, smiling softly. He wasn’t embarrassed by his rambling, having grown increasingly accustomed to making others uncomfortable. 

He nodded pleasantly as Gideon talked, trying to maintain a level of attentiveness even as his mind began to wander. Edgar struggled to focus on a good day, but mornings were always the worst. “The good thing about poetry is you can easily come back to it without worrying about losing your place.” It worked well for when he was suddenly struck by inspiration; no more leaving an abandoned half-finished novel in his wake, only to pick it up months later with no remaining knowledge of the plot. “This is Baudelaire, but a translated version ‘cause my French is a bit sloppy.” It was a goal of his to be able to fully appreciate the poets work in the intended language. “Rough night?” Really, it was obvious that Gideon was nursing a particularly lethal hangover, but Edgar’s friends were constantly urging him to be more polite. 

Gideon hadn’t often had the pleasure of interacting with the younger Bones’ sibling, but he seemed at odds with his brother’s strong personality. Where Isaac seemed a self-confident, average bloke, Edgar gave off the immediate air that in his search to defeat his hangover that the blonde man had interrupted a private moment. Without the energy to commit to analyzing whether his presence was causing the other man to seem ill at ease or if it was simply a matter of personality, Gideon kept the easy smile affixed and fidgeted with his dark sunglasses, only half listening to the man’s unsolicited assertion about the quality of the shop’s brews. “Aye, I can vouch for that - I’m usually here earlier when I’m off to work. Day off today though, mercifully,” he added, as though the fact that his appearance in the crowded shop in late morning likely still tainted with the aroma of last night’s whiskey wasn’t a dead giveaway.

As though on cue, the other man probed about the events of the previous evening, enough to make Gideon chuckle at the tact (or, though unlikely, obliviousness) that Edgar displayed. “You could say that. Burning the candle at both ends, don’tcha know. Between work and the Order, a bloke’s got to get away and enjoy himself once in a while, you know?” It was a statement more than a question, though Gideon wondered absently if Edgar was the sort to understand the sentiment he was sharing. Though he’d tipped back pints with many of the younger members of the Order, he couldn’t say that he’d had the pleasure to do so with the man seated in front of him. Perhaps he was a teetotaler; perhaps he simply found books more enticing than beer. Whatever the reason, Edgar didn’t give off the vibe of a man who’d be described as the barfly-type. “Ah, French. Mine’s bloody rusty too,” he teased with a chuckle, his repertoire of french words consisting of butchered pronunciations of a few key phrases. “I can’t say I’m much for poetry. Wish I was able to find more time to read, though. Outside of the Prophet, I don’t think there’s been much else to cross my desk lately.”

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Four Headcanons for Greta and Gideon

1. Gideon grew close with Greta initially through a shared drive to experience the world and all the joys it had to offer. Though he’d made her acquaintance briefly in school, his first meaningful encounters with the woman revolved around shared escapades after Order meetings. They became fast friends, with days and nights wasted away on innumerable conversations and late-night outings. Fabian excepted, Gideon had never met another person who matched and even exceeded his zeal for impromptu adventures as Greta. In essence, she was up for everything and Gideon was dedicated to being right there beside her.

2. Gideon hadn’t been a particularly touchy person, preferring instead to express his affections through gentle verbal jibes or his proclivity for laughter. At least, that was until he and Greta’s friendship grew. From pokes in the ribs, to heads on shoulders, strolling arm in arm to lingering hugs, the girl seemed to pull a gentler affection from Gideon than he’d been used to providing. Though their manner together was occasionally mistaken for a romantic link by those that didn’t know them well, there was a joyful naivete in the way that Gideon and Greta linked together. The contact he’d gotten so used to with the woman became an integral part of their bond, so much so that the man immediately noticed when he’d gone without for an extended period.

3. Outside of his immediate family, Greta is the one person that provides Gideon with a moral compass point. With her positive energy and unfailing sense of right and wrong, the woman acts as a barometer for the morality of his choices. Gideon is well aware that if Greta disagrees with an action that he’s taken or a choice he’s made, that he’s likely strayed away from the straight and narrow and into questionable territory. As such, a challenge to his actions from his friend feels like a stern rebuke and will immediately cause him to reflect on the direction he’s chosen to pursue.

4. While Greta’s passion for life was exhilarating, Gideon found her love for baking to be completely engrossing. Though he was known for actively supporting the passions of those he held dear, he found watching and being around Greta while she was deep in the throes of a new and untested recipe to be fascinating. The natural aptitude the woman had with her creations and her willingness to allow Gideon to snack on the leftovers combined dangerously with his sweet tooth, making him a constant fixture at the bakery. In fact, he had begun to associate the smell of baked goods with the immediate serotonin rush to the point that he begun smiling innately at the mere appearance of a roll or a cupcake.

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Four Headcanons for Florence and Gideon

1. Though they’d shared the hallways of Hogwarts together for four years, Gideon had very few memories of Florence before encountering her through mutual friends. For him, meeting a vivacious and passionate young woman without the preconceptions of their youth built in was a luxury not often afforded in the Wizarding World. It was safe to say that it helped him form a very quick, positive option of the woman.

2. While extracting laughter from his friends and family was essentially a second career for Gideon, he always felt incredibly accomplished when he was able to get Florence to laugh. With the girl’s passionate personality came an intensity that often made her seem hard; But once Gideon began quipping, the unexpectedly lyrical laughter emerged.

3. Flirting with and teasing Florence Wilson had become a guilty pleasure of Gideon’s. It wasn’t done with insincerity or malice, but the girl’s apprehension at his playful advances and her occasionally awkward responses gave him endless enjoyment. It was the sort of joking banter that he so often engaged in with other female friends, though it seemed like Florence was unfamiliar with his sense of humour. That unfamiliarity was enough to push Gideon to be perhaps more adventurous in his jokes than he would otherwise be - until Florence put him in his place, of course.

4. Through their involvement with Aversio, Gideon and Florence had been spending an increasing amount of time together. Despite this and irrespective of her tendency towards bluntly addressing the issues she saw with a particular plan, the woman seemed more tentative around him. For all their proximity and casual conversation, Gideon couldn’t say that he knew much about Florence. Outside of the fact that he enjoyed her company and admired her drive, she was a closed book.

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Four Headcanons for Dolores and Gideon

1. His friends constantly questioned Gideon about being on good terms with Dolores while they were students at Hogwarts. While popular opinion of the girl was often skewed towards the negative (especially in Gryffindor), Gideon always appreciated her lack of interest in house politics. He always had assumed that her obsession with societal positioning was a fleeting one and, given her lack of prejudices about the house to which a witch or wizard belonged, that it too would fade in time.

2. Gideon’s worst class in school was clearly potions, and without the young woman’s intervention, he likely would not have passed the N.E.W.T.-level class that he had no business enrolling in. The girl’s dogged pursuit of achievement and respect continued to push him to practice and hone his potion-making, under her careful eye. Though he only managed an Acceptable, it remained one of the prouder achievements of his school career, far outstripping the ‘Outstanding’s he received in Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts.

3. Though their relationship remains cordial, Gideon can’t help but wonder if Dolores’ interest in maintaining contact with him is entirely self-serving. Whether it’s a brief, casual encounter or a longer conversation, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s constantly forced to play a game that he doesn’t know the rules of.

4. Though nothing physical has ever happened between the pair, Gideon can’t help but think about Dolores in times of weakness. The fear of his friends and family’s opinion of him if they ever found out as well as a constant doubt that such an action would be used against him by the canny woman has stayed his hand(s), though he can’t help but feel that he’d unquestionably enjoy a night spent fulfilling his hedonistic urges.

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Four Headcanons for Benjy and Gideon

1. The first time Gideon met Benjy at an order meeting, he immediately identified the young man as a puppy dog. The man’s youthful cheer and occasional naiveté has left Gideon with the impression that he was clearly placed in the wrong body at birth.

2. Gideon wonders if Benjy’s positivity comes down to a dangerous innocence or a wise sense of optimism. While he usually believes that the young man’s belief that good will win out in the end is misguided and naive, he is jealous of how strong the bloke’s convictions are.

3. Occasionally, Gideon feels like Benjy’s young age is held against him during Order meetings. Though the young man is already an auror at the age of 18, he’s treated like a child amongst more capable adults and seemingly relegated to minor duties - a role that Gideon is usually also entrusted with, given the perceived lack of responsibility that the older man behaves with. As such, he’s torn between wanting to protect the younger man but also expose him to realities of the war in order to help him grow his skills and his wariness.

4. Out of all the members of the Order (immediate family excepted), Gideon feels most guilty about lying about his involvement with Aversio to Benjy. While he may be closer to other members of the Order, they might either understand his choice or suspect the fact that some of their membership has sought other avenues for their goals. With Benjy, the young lad’s unwavering faith in the Order and it’s members makes Gideon feel like he couldn’t even conceive of anyone playing double-agent.

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👫 - Narcissa

Four Headcanons for Narcissa and Gideon

1. Though he wasn’t sure if the woman remembered if it was him, his earliest memory of Narcissa was tinged with youthful stupidity. While mucking about in the Great Hall upon returning to Hogwarts for a new year, Gideon and his mates shot spells across the room at each other, attempting to split each others pants before the Start of Term Feast. In an errant spell, Gideon managed to split the seam on the young girl’s new robes, nearly causing the first-year to enter the Hall with a large hole in the backside of her attire. He had apologized profusely and mended the error immediately, chasing her down to ensure she wasn’t going to report him to McGonagall, but he always suspected she held a grudge at his recklessness.

2. Narcissa’s level of dedication to her obligations has always struck Gideon as slavishly odd, something he assumed was a fact of life while being raised in the Noble House of Black. While both pureblooded, Gideon appreciated the freedoms the Prewett clan afforded him and couldn’t imagine living a predetermined life the way Narcissa had.

3. While Gideon has always found most people’s intentions to be easy enough to glean, he has trouble getting a level read on Narcissa. Whether she’s out and about in Diagon Alley or attending functions, Gideon wonders if her cool demeanour belies an as-of-yet untapped sense of morality.

4. Gideon doesn’t spend much time in circles where he’d encounter Narcissa, which is likely a good thing. While usually composed and effortlessly flippant around everyone, he’s always found the younger woman distractingly beautiful, to the point where he struggles to keep his bearings. 

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Four Headcanons about Sirius and Gideon

1. Sirius presence and personality provides Gideon with a mirror to his own behaviour, as though he were being provided with a looking glass into the past. The man’s insouciance in the face of danger and rogue-ish nature has always endeared him to Gideon, leading to the man feeling protective of what he views as his younger self.

2. Gideon feels conflicted about Sirius’ involvement with Aversio, likely because of his own conflict with the nature of the group. With each passing mission and action by the radical faction, part of Gideon yearns to tell the younger man to forget about it all and bolt in the other direction.

3. As one of the oldest members - age-wise, at least - within Aversio, Gideon feels consummately responsible for the well-being of the younger generation, echoing his sister’s role in their family. Due to Sirius’ predilection for risk-taking, Gideon feels inordinately anxious when the young man is selected for missions - a fact that has caused him to understand his sister’s view of his own actions much more clearly.

4. Sirius’ youth makes Gideon acutely aware of how old he feels. While he sees a plethora of similarities between the two men, the differences in their manner are such that Gideon constantly feels as though he’s playing at a caricature of his younger self. He can’t help but wonder, watching the young man and his friends take the stage, if it’s high time that he dialled back some of the shenanigans and grew up a bit more.

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Four Headcanons about Amos and Gideon

1. Gideon didn’t know Amos well in school, but he was familiar with the hordes of younger students in Hufflepuff who seemed to follow him around like a deity. He’d always found the trait to be somewhat indicative of the cult of personality that Amos continued to cultivate well into adulthood - the man was simply likeable, regardless of how you sliced it. By and large, Gideon always assumed that he could tell a lot about the kind of person someone was by the opinion they held of Amos Diggory; if it was positive, they were probably a good egg. If it was negative, he became immediately suspicious.

2. Gideon enjoys having Amos around the Prewett clan for many reasons, not least of which is getting Molly to dote on and ask about someone else for a change. While he’s incredibly thankful for the depth of concern that his eldest sister has for her baby brothers, it’s incredibly nice once in a while to see her lay her affections and worries onto the younger man’s head.

3. Gideon used Cedric, and by extension Amos, as a reason for committing his wand to Aversio in the more recent past. Though conflicted about the group’s aims, the young boy’s presence in his life and his father’s dedication to keep him safe made Gideon want to do everything possible to push for a quicker resolution to the war. The irony that the actions of the group continue to become more rash and reckless, thereby endangering innocents like Cedric, is not lost on the man and forces him to actively question his choices.

4. Gideon often wonders how he’d respond to the pressures in Amos’ life if the roles were reversed. While he can’t help but envision a day where he’d be able to have a family and live in a less turbulent world, the thought of raising a son in this environment terrified him. As such, Amos’ presence around the Prewetts acts as both a reminder of his aspirations and his fears, somewhat muting Gideon’s rambunctious nature around the other man.

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Gryffinclaw ENTP Choleric Chaotic Good Wing 8 for @starryeyed-bittercynic

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Four Headcanons about Millicent and Gideon:

1. The pair had been easy friends at Hogwarts, though completely different types of students. Gideon was liable to skip classes to spend sunny fall days down by the lake and relied on Millicent to take excellent notes. Though she hated herself a little more each time she gave in and provided the parchments, Gideon always managing to wring enough guilt out of the responsible young woman through gentle teasing and repeated assurances.

2. Their development of their relationship from a casual friendship to a heated romance surprised most people in Gideon’s life. Millicent’s intense, driven nature and forceful personality were unlike most of the girls that Gideon had been interested in. He’d gone so far as to bring the woman round for familiar dinner to assure his siblings that the two were actually a couple.

3. Gideon honestly hasn’t a clue what precisely precipitated the end of their connection, but he does recall how spectacularly it failed. He’d been the type both before and after his relationship with Millicent to try to remain on cordial, if not jovial terms, with those he’d dated but she was an extremely pointed exception. Once ended, it was as though the pair’s entire mutual history was erased - or, at least, it certainly felt like it outwardly.

4. Millicent’s presence in the Order continues to leave Gideon feeling out of sorts. He wouldn’t describe her negatively to anyone, but he is unable to feel at ease when the woman is in the room. It’s as though her very proximity and presence creates a sort energy that leaves him feeling disconnected from the easy jokes and casual laughs that he’s known for. In essence, Gideon feels uneasy in Millicent’s presence, despite their relationship and any feelings being ancient history.

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It was no surprise to her, or really anyone that knew Septima, that she had increasingly become more difficult to spend time with. There had been a time, briefly, where she may have been tightly wound, but more often than not, followed suit with whatever ridiculousness her mates at Hogwarts wanted to do. Sneaking to the kitchen for a late night snack? The brunette could logic her way immensely well, allowing quite a few Hufflepuffs to travel without worry to the kitchens. But as life became tougher, so did she, and her lack of attachments left her rather pessimistic. It rather did not bode well for many post-Hogwarts activities, as why would anyone want to spend time with an individual whose words all sounded really quite cynical. 

“Sounds more like torture than an escape,” she observed aloud before shrugging her shoulders. Perhaps those weren’t the appropriate words to follow up with, but it didn’t make her any less right. “I mean, really though. Doesn’t it ever make you want to just… join them? If we were to leave out the fact that the rest of the Prewett clad would be fighting the war - if you were alone, wouldn’t you find it so much easier to just… become a Muggle, so to speak?” 

Drawing her eyes away from him as she tilted her head in agreement, she cast her stare downward to her hands laying in her lap for a moment. Only Septima Vector could somehow find a way to bring down the lightheartedness of a conversation and turn it into a contemplation of life itself. “Some become rather more philosophical after a few… Though I’m rather sure you’re not one of those individuals.” The brunette sneered briefly, attempting to normalize the conversation once more. 

Only a moment more past before the rugged man who had taken their drink order returned - whiskey and one pint of ale for Gideon, and whiskey with one pint of cider for herself, all set down upon the table before them. “Cheers, mate.” The statement had been accompanied by a smile for the barkeep before he departed, but it had been utterly uncharacteristic of her. It may have been that the atmosphere was getting to her, or perchance she just did not want to be the rather awful company she believed she usually was. 

Gideon quirked a brow in Septima’s direction, her statement a walking contradiction. It was utterly like her to complain about their situation with one breath while using her next to extol the potential virtues of a magic-free life. For his part, Gideon didn’t see how such an existence could be termed as anything remotely resembling torture. Without the ties that kept him firmly rooted in the choices he’d made, the man knew he’d have little to know problem snapping his wand in half - after apparating somewhere far away from the pain and fear that the war had caused, of course. “You make it sound so bloody cheerful,” he teased lightly, taking a gulp from the pint of ale that had just been deposited in front of him with a friendly nod towards the barman. Once the bloke had removed himself from earshot once more, Gideon shrugged and smiled contentedly, leaning back in the cramped booth. “I’d jump at the chance. If it were just me - no one that I cared for involved - I’d forget the war. In a heartbeat. I’d wander the whole bloody earth without a care in the world, just to see what’s around the corner.” 

It was a nice thought - rambling around the globe, his feet carrying him onwards without a destination in mind, taking each day as it came at him. But as he spoke the words, an uneasy feeling began to fill the pit of his stomach, a nagging sense of doubt and responsibility telling him that perhaps that notion wasn’t as ideal as he’d made it out to be. If he were truly happy sitting out the conflicts, why did he go out on a limb and join Aversio’s cause, contrary to the opinions his friends and family held? Of course, he’d been motivated to end the war and protect those he held dear, but the man wondered if the feeling in his gut was signalling that his answer was incomplete. Perhaps he felt a greater sense of responsibility towards the Wizarding World than he cared to admit; though this seemed like flimsy reasoning, considering the part that Aversio had in wreaking destruction in the streets in the name of fighting the Death Eaters. Perhaps he just simply couldn’t keep his nose out of a good fight. Whatever it was, the contemplation was making the man’s head hurt, the noise from the crowded bar conspiring with his thoughts to heighten his discomfort. Without warning, Gideon shrugged over-animatedly and grabbed the whiskey, downing the contents of the glass in one swift gesture before speaking through the burn of the liquor.  “Or, maybe I’d stay right here. Who knows. Guess it doesn’t really matter anyhow. Not much point whinging about ‘What If’s.”

Once the lingering fire of the alcohol had been quenched, Gideon’s easy smile returned at the mention of his personality. He laughed playfully and shook his head, gulping from the pint glass once more. “You’re an expert on drunken Gideon Prewett, are you? Go on then, tell me about myself. Suppose you’ll have to add ‘Seer’ to your list of skills, right below ‘Know-It-All Prat’.”

➼ acting out || g. w. & s. v.