oldgideon-whoisleft

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

emma-whoisleft:

“Fiddled with?” Emma asked, looking at him with an expression of sharp alarm, as if he’d said it about a child or an animal or something incredibly precious–– fiddled with! It was of genuine concern for Emma, who had always been an odd, intense mix of careful and forceful. That attitude extended to things like brooms, since she was interested in very little but tended to throw herself very deeply into the few things that held her interests. She knew about brooms because she wanted to know all about them, and didn’t waste time gathering the background on things she felt she had no use for. The sight of this, the broom twitching on the ground, the knowledge it had been fiddled with (the phrase turned alarmingly in her head)–– it was jarring to her. Her face didn’t show that, of course. It stayed passive and cold and the same as always.

“You can’t just chuck some spells at it or cut it open,” Emma said crossly, looking at the equipment instead of his. “They’re done precisely. The balance, the speed–– you could have fallen right out of the air.” And then, as if this second option was a much worse fate to imagine: “You could have gotten disqualified.” 

“Merlin, no. Not like how you’re making it sound anyway. Not like a criminal way. Just little enhancements to keep it going.” Gideon might not have thought much about the rules in a general sense, but he did always try to do the right thing, at least by his own moral code. Cheating, especially when it came to the sports field, was something that he was vehemently opposed to. Besides, it wasn’t like his broom had been altered in any way that made it any better than any of the other brooms on the field - it just kept it functional.

“I know there are risks, but I’ve read a lot about it. And I’ve been doing it for years. Haven’t had it fall out of the sky yet.” He shook his head and looked down at his broom. “I think it’s just... old.”

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

savingdavey:

If Davey had spent an excessive amount of time on the Pitch this year between leading the team to trying to get back on it to fighting to keep that spot, he’d somehow managed to increase it since their spot in the finals had been locked. In some circles, it may not be labeled as the best thing for him, but there really wasn’t anything that spoke strongly against it. He was fine. He was running himself a bit thin and collapsed into bed most nights, but he slept soundly and woke up ready and excited for another round. He didn’t feel like he was hurting—except from the pressing soreness that was his constant companion. If anything, he felt like he was at his best.

It’s what drove him down yet again during his free period. He only had an hour, but if that bled into Ancient Runes a bit, no one was really going to miss him. It might earn him a lecture from someone down the road, but it would be worth it if he got to spend a bit of extra time in the air where he belonged.

His steps slowed when he got closer and saw Gideon standing over his broom. The situation didn’t look good—he could see even from a distance that it wasn’t responding well. He truly wasn’t in a rush for practice or anything actually mandatory, though, so he wandered over on the chance there was anything he could do to lend a hand. This was the area that he knew best, after all. “Is it just not responding or do you think it’s toast?” Davey asked in response to his comment, stopping next to him. “How long’ve you been riding it?”

Gideon smiled warmly as Davey joined him. They might have been rival captains, and while Gideon certainly enjoyed fierce competition, he was a strong advocate for keeping rivalries on the field. 

“Both?” He answered, shaking his head ruefully. “It’s not responding because it is toast. But to be fair to the old girl, she’s the only broom I’ve ever had since graduating from the training brooms back in the day. But I don’t even think spellotape will fix this one,” he joked. He’d never dream of putting spellotape on a broom, for all that it was usually seen as a fix-all. 

“Bound to happen some time. Just lucky, really, that it wasn’t in the final. That could have been embarrassing.”

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

wil-prongs:

James hummed appreciatively at the idea Gideon floated. He could see the fun in playing the broom, modifying it, making it yours. He knew some of his players did that as well. He’d never been one for it, afraid he’d fuck it up rather than improve or customize it, but he could appreciate the idea all the same. 

Shrugging his shoulders, he acquiesced. “Yeah, makes sense,” he replied. “Sucks, though. Flying’s more than just in-season, y’know?” He stated rhetorically. He knew the fellow captain knew that. James would’ve found himself on the pitch regardless of if they were in season or not, and he knew Gideon was at least somewhat likeminded. He had to be to be captain of the Ravenclaw team. 

Looking down again at the broom, he raised an eyebrow before looking over to Gideon. “What’re you gonna do with her, then? Keep her for sentiment or use her for firewood?” He shuddered at the idea of using a broom just for the parts.

Gideon nodded, agreeing with James. If there was one thing that the quidditch players of Hogwarts had in common, it was their love of flying. It wasn’t easy to get onto the teams, and unless someone was prodigiously talented (he was sure there were a few, from time to time) it was almost impossible to fly for a house without loving the sport. “I think I would’ve gone ‘round the twist more than once if I hadn’t been able to escape out for a fly.” 

Gideon shook his head, a little horrified at the idea of burning his beloved, if useless, broom. “Nah. Think I’ll take it home and can get my brother in law to have a look, see if we can’t get it to at least hovering a foot or two off the ground. I’ve got a couple of nephews that would love a broom to climb over.” 

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

emma-whoisleft:

Emma didn’t care about the plight of many things outside of her immediate circle, but a broom in distress was something that would catch her eye any time. She’d been out for a jog around the lake ––not as early in the morning as she usually liked to go, but the morning was when she was the sharpest and she’d succeeded in knocking out her last internship application as soon as she’d woken up that day–– when it captured her attention. Without a second thought, she was stepping up beside Gideon and looking down at the flailing equipment with her mouth fallen open and an almost-accusatory look on her face. 

“What did you do to it?”

“Nothing,” he put his hands up in the universal signal for ‘I’m unarmed and harmless, please don’t attack me’ at Emma’s accusation. “Or, y’know. Nothing recently that should have led to this.” 

“It’s been fiddled with a bit in the past. Just a few modifications to keep it going, and keep it competitive. But I think it’s just old, actually. And has probably had enough. You know how brooms can be, mind of their own sometimes.”

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

wil-prongs:

James raised an eyebrow at Gideon’s explanation. He knew the disappointment of a broom finally giving out –– James had experienced more than a few times over the years, knowing how hard he worked them –– and nodded at Gideon’s words. Smiling a bit at the boy’s attitude, appreciating his outlook on like, one that was decidedly brighter than James’. 

“Well, she sure gave you a good run then, seems like,” he smiled, looking down at the broom at Gideon’s feet. “But getting a new one’s always a fun time. I remember last time I got a new broom; mate, the feeling of all that power, new and unfamiliar –– it’s a good time.” He smiled. The broom locked up in the shed wasn’t that broom; he preferred the practiced and comfortable feel of his Cleansweep, both in practices and in matches, but he’d probably switch to the Nimbus sooner or later to keep up with the competition. While he didn’t need to rely too heavily on pure speed to stay ahead, dexterity and skill could only get you so far if you couldn’t outfly a Bludger or an opposing Chaser. 

“Have you looked into new models yet? I heard Quality Quidditch Supplies was getting new shipments in a few months, if you’re looking for ‘em.” He offered, adjusting his hold on his book bag.

Gideon had never had a new broom, or at least, not in the sense that he was sure James meant it. He knew of the Potters, and their apparent wealth. He couldn’t imagine that the younger boy had ever really had hand me downs. He did not resent him for it, of course, just like he had no ill feeling about 

“She did at that. But all good things come to an end, I suppose. It would certainly be different, that’s for sure.” 

Gideon adored his family, and had never been particularly materialistic. He had never needed for anything, and while it might have been nice to have the newest of brooms, he would not have traded anything that might have otherwise changed his life for it. 

“There’s definitely a lot of nice brooms on the market these days. But you know me; I like to tinker too much with them. Not sure it’d be worthwhile getting something new new, you know? And pretty hard to justify it with my season being over.”

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

wil-prongs:

James had just finished changing in the locker room after his run, sweat still coating his forehead as he slipped back into his uniform. While classes were done for the day, he wasn’t about to find himself on the other end of Filch’s spitting and shouting if he could help it. He didn’t trust himself not to get himself a few extra detentions for ‘insubordination’ if he came across his path. 

Adjusting the loose knot of his tie, he shoved his running shoes back into the locker before closing it and making his way out of the room. On his way out, he saw a figure on the pitch and decided to make his way over. The familiar Ravenclaw colors encouraged him further, much preferring a pleasant conversation to the likelihood of a fight with a Slytherin or a competitively-tinged exchange with one of the Hufflepuffs. 

Recognizing Gideon Prewett’s fiery hair from the edge of the pitch, he adjusted his hold on his bookbag and walked over. “Y’know, you’re supposed to fly on it,” he suggested, calling over as he continued to walk in his direction. “Not just stare at it. Just a suggestion.” He offered with a smirk.

Gideon shook his head and laughed at James’ comment. He might have been disappointed at the loss of his beloved broom, but he had never been one to dwell on misfortune for overly long. He preferred to be happy about the unexpected good fortune of bumping into James Potter, rather than sulk. 

“Would that I could, mate. Believe me.” He nudged the broom with his foot. It did nothing, which was slightly better than what he had expected; at this stage he would not have been surprised if it collapsed into a pile of twigs. 

“Seems the old girl’s finally had enough of me. Shouldn’t be too surprised, I guess. I think she was technically classed as an antique about ten years ago.”

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

Rarely did Gideon give up once he had decided that something was worth his time. His determination, along with something of a talent for improvisation, and manipulating substandard materials to go above and beyond their purpose, was one of the few reasons that his broom had lasted as long as it had. 

It was no secret that the Prewetts were not privy to the riches of many of the pureblood families, and despite owning a rather large estate, could barely afford life’s little luxuries. Gideon’s broom had been a rare exception at the time of its purchase, but even then, it had never been among the best. So he, along with a willing Arthur, had tinkered with it over the years, to keep it going for as long as possible. 

But apparently his old faithful had finally given up. No matter how much he had coaxed it, he could not convince the broom to do anything other than roll over, limply, onto its side. Perhaps it was a good thing his team hadn’t made the final after all.

“Well. That puts an end to that, then.”

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

diana-greengrass:

“And your freckles probably contribute to that charm as well.” Diana knew how people loved red hair and freckles but for some reason she could not see the appeal herself. Though there was no denying that Gideon Prewett’s personality was only enhanced by his appearance. “After years of trying to reign you in, I have a sneaky suspicion that she just gave up on trying to keep up.”

“I will keep that in mind,” Diana replied, a smirk forming on one side of her mouth. Definitely something to remember for a later stage. “On another note, do you have anything planned for this Easter?”

“So kind of you to notice.” Gideon flashed Diana what he thought was a most becoming smile. “Oh no, she still tries. Near on every time I’m round at her place all I hear is,” he cleared his throat for a moment before entering into a (rather poor) imitation of Molly, “’Gideon, stop that. Gideon do this. Gideon put Bill down, his ankles don’t exist for you to swing him around like that.’ Mind you Bill loves it of course. Kid can’t wait til he’s able to fly.”

“Nah, just some family stuff. What do you have planned? No doubt something incredibly dull that you’re going to try to pass off as fun, hmm?” He raised his brows, challenging her after their last conversation where he accused her of not knowing what fun was.

Easter Break

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

benjy-whoisleft:

“I will probably be taking you up on that. I’m missing…several months’ worth. I’m sure I could make it, but I will take any advantage I can get.” Benjy returned his smile and took one of the cups. He appreciated gestures like this more than he could explain. It may be an easy offer, old notes, but he needed them and it was far better than any sympathetic look. It was productive, and that’s what he was seeking more than anything. He wanted to get back on track.

“I think I’ll give it a week or two before I take advantage of that. If I don’t set some form of limit, I’ll find myself asking about tomorrow’s because I do not want to go,” he admitted, trying to play it off as a joke despite the truth behind it. He may have taken this step, but it didn’t mean he was in some perfect place and totally game to be doing this tomorrow.

“Happy to do whatever I can to help, and I know Fabs would feel the same way.” Some Ravenclaws might have been standoffish about their notes, keen to keep for themselves whatever tips and tricks about a subject that they might have learned, but it had never been Gideon’s way. He was far too generous for such a thing. 

“Well you always know where to find me if you need a hand.” He continued to smile easily, though he sensed that there was more to it than Benjy was letting on. “Oh yeah? Is it a particularly tricky area?” Asking a pointed question seemed more fair than asking something so open ended as ‘why not?’

maybe sounds like i want to ||

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

diana-greengrass:

Diana gave an exasperated sigh, “Do you always have an answer to everything? I take pity on your poor mother.”Strange enough, while Diana felt a slight annoyance, she couldn’t completely hate on the Prewett. Perhaps it was his freckles or the way he always appeared jolly that made him endear to her slightly. “But to answer your question, I have a scale. It includes anything from silly hair colours to being chased by strange creatures. However I fear that a silly haircut will only pique your interest instead of dampening it.”

“Most things, yes. You know some people find it charming.” He cocked his head to the side at the mention of his mother, he hadn’t expected it. But it just made his grin grow wider. He was on his way home to see his family, what else could he be but happy? “Ah, well. She rarely has a single answer, so we balance each other out. It’s why my sister’s so bossy, trying to keep us all in line.” 

“Well I have to admit I am also a little interested in what strange creature you might have hidden up your sleeve that will chase me, also. But if a haircut will do, you are welcome to do your worst. Just please not green - it’s not a good look on me. but I’m sure you understand the importance of those sort of thing. Colour coordination, etcetera etcetera.”

Easter Break

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

benjy-whoisleft:

Benjy followed a step behind him, grateful for the invitation but aware that something was bound to come with it. He didn’t know where he wanted to take it, though. He hadn’t worked out the full course of what he was doing yet for himself, so the possibility of having to explain it to someone else was intimidating to say the least.

He took a seat himself, wishing tea was an instantaneous process if only to give his hands something to do other than picking at his fingers. “I am so behind in Potions,” Benjy said, close to jokingly. He had to start somewhere, and a quip like this was a normal complaint, not an exceptional circumstance, was the best thing he had. “It is an uphill battle to come.”

Gideon chuckled at Benjy’s comment. It was such a normal complaint from the kid who had so many grander things to complain about. Gideon admired him, really, for being so plucky in the face of it all, even if he also knew that Benjy probably did not see himself in such terms. 

“Well if you need a hand, just give us a yell. I still have Fabian’s notes from last year kicking about - much better than mine. If they got me through the exams, imagine the wonders they’ll do for you.” He grinned lopsidedly at his friend as the tea was placed in front of them. The comment wasn’t strictly true - Gideon would still have skated by, even without the notes. It was just what he did - but they were very good notes. “Ooor if you need a few classes or exams postponed. I’m sure I could find a way around that, too. But sometimes they then just assign the whole thing for homework.”

He was happy not to press on any topics that Benjy wanted to avoid, and was careful to maintain a casual, lighthearted tone to put him at ease as far as was possible.

maybe sounds like i want to ||

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

(x)

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

benjy-whoisleft:

“A much better philosophy,” Benjy agreed, not wanting to press the matter. He was skating by these things whenever he saw fit, so adding one more to the list really wasn’t a worry of his at the moment. He was kind of banking on routine to keep him moving, so branching out was good. He would start believing these things again, no matter what it took.

He was still reeling, but he smiled back, feeling slightly warmed by it all. The idea what he wasn’t as alone as he felt in this always came as a pleasant surprise, and he didn’t want to scare him away by making it too heavy. “Better off now than I was before, I guess. Tea or something would be great.” He wanted something to hold, to focus on, even if it was something that simple. He’d had a long day, and it was far from over. This was a break he needed, and Gideon was a good time. He could talk to him; he might feel better after it which was what he was really looking for right now.

“Perfect.” Gideon was quite a tactile person, and while he wanted to clap Benjy on the shoulder, he wasn’t entirely sure that the other boy would appreciate it, not when memories of the incident were still so close to the surface. So instead he settled for a friendly bump and a smile, before heading towards the kitchens. 

The entry to the kitchens was undoubtedly the worst kept secret of Hogwarts, and one of the very first that Gideon and Fabian had learned. Food had always been a top priority for Gideon. “Ladies, gentlemen,” he greeted the elves as they crossed the threshold. “We’re after some tea, please. But if you wanted to bring us a few cakes as well, I’m sure we wouldn’t object.” 

As the elves set to scurrying about, Gideon took a seat at one of the tables, and waited for Benjy to direct the conversation.

maybe sounds like i want to ||

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

diana-greengrass:

Diana pushed against the urge to roll her eyes. “If my company is the only on this train that will entertain you, feel free to sit. But note that, while I do not bite, I am not against hexing anybody who makes annoying sounds.” She signed her words with a huge, fake smile.

“In that case, it absolutely is.” He smiled at her before taking a seat opposite. There was familiar, and then there was too familiar: sitting beside her would have definitely been the latter. “Well that seems incredibly unfair, given how subjective annoyance can be. But what sort of hex do you favour? Do you have an old faithful that you prefer, or is it a sliding scale depending upon how annoyed you are? I tend to like to know the consequences, before I go ahead and ignore them.”

Easter Break

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

Taylor Swift and Eddie Redmayne manip request by anon.

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

francisalexander:

The sun shines brightly on Diagon Alley today and Frank Longbottom finds himself wedged in the small wall space between The Leaky Cauldron and Madame Malkins. The book in his hand is a muggle one, for the cover isn’t moving. It sits crooked in his hands, three quarters of the way through, pages shifting in the breeze. The wall is cold against his back, it is only early April after all. He has been reading here most of the morning and the letters on the page have started to all blur together, he looks up in order to give his eyes a rest. The lunch rush has fled, and it seems not many stragglers have stayed behind. It puzzles him briefly, before he remembers what sort of headlines the world has been dealing with lately.

Keep reading

For someone who lived in the moment, and liked to do what he could with what he had, Gideon loved window shopping. His family might have owned an estate (not that most purebloods would have referred to it in such a way, rickety and run down as it was), but they were hardly well off. In fact,  Gideon knew that his parents would never have been able to afford much of what was in the windows along Diagon Alley. But that had never stopped him looking.

He was a curious individual, and had always found inspiration in surprising places. Besides, if he only ever looked in the windows, he could hardly be chased away as a time waster, as had happened the last time he had wandered into the quidditch supplies store and asked too many questions about broomcrafting and specifications, and then been foolish enough to mention he was improving his own broom design, and not looking to make a purchase.

But he is also a fanciful creature, his short attention span never resting in one place for long. A glint of colour, and an interesting looking cover is all it takes to catch his attention, and even without checking who the holder of the book is (he had never been shy about befriending strangers) Gideon makes  his way over. But then he was being spoken to, and recognising the voice, his face broke into an easy grin. He didn’t wait to be invited before falling easily into a seat.

“I know they always say to not judge a book by its cover, but it’s mighty difficult, y’know?” A highly social creature, Gideon thrived off the company of others, and was visibly delighted to have found Frank. “Just a bit of light holiday reading, is it?”

must you interrupt me -- open

[oldgideon-whoisleft]

diana-greengrass:

Hogwarts Express Easter break Open

“I am in dire need of this break. So much so that I will not even comment on that,” she looked to the person she was talking to, too tired to care about how ridiculous their actions was, “to show my good spirit.”

“Soooo...” Gideon leaned against the compartment door, amused smile on his face. “Is that a ‘no’ to my joining you in this compartment? It is only that the others are rather full.” Gideon had been late getting to the train, and while he could squeeze in with his brother, it seemed a waste to be uncomfortable when this compartment had so much space.

Easter Break