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cresswelld‌:

“The Department of Mysteries?” Dirk let out a low whistle. He didn’t know much at all about what they did there but then wasn’t that the point? He knew it involved some of the most complicated experimental magic. “Wow, that’s amazing. Congratulations!” He grinned at his friend, for a moment forgetting that they were both half-naked and he had been trying not to look at Fabian in case he was tempted to stare. He even took a step forward with the intention of giving the seventh year a hug but he faltered as awareness returned when Fabian turned to get more body scrub. Dirk’s eyes drifted over bubble-covered skin and colour rose in his cheeks.

He hesitated a little longer when Fabian beckoned him over but there was no way of refusing the soap without being rude. He kept his focus on the liquid soap in his hand instead of the boy giving it to him and he took a self-conscious step back, turning slightly away before he started to spread it over his shoulders, not wanting to feel like he was putting on a display.

“I–” The word caught in his mouth, which he found had gone dry. He swallowed and dipped under the water to wash away some of the bubbles that had built up to give himself time to compose himself. “I normally help out at my dad’s place, so I’ll go there if I can’t do anything else but I was looking at some of the Ministry’s summer programmes. There’s one in International Magical Cooperation which looks interesting.” In truth, Dirk was torn because he did enjoy working at his dad’s garage and it would be the last summer he could really live in the muggle world but it was important to think about his future and develop some of the Ministry connections he knew a lot of his classmates already had and which would help him in securing a career.

“Thank you!” Fabian beamed at the sound of his friend congratulating. Given the good news and the tone of Dirk’s voice, the older Ravenclaw felt like maybe they should be doing something more... celebratory. Maybe later. Once they finished and get out of the bathroom.

“How is it?” Fabian asked as he watched Dirk try on the scrub. “The scrub, I mean? The tiny beads might feel a bit rough at first but you’ll really feel it scrubbing your skin. Your skin will feel great right after too!” One of the reasons that it was Fabian’s favourite one was the fact that it was thick enough that he can use it to scrub his body parts that were submerged in water. Usually, he’ll already work his way down his torso and lower but, given that he was in the presence of someone else, Fabian just worked to lather his legs.

Fabian forgot that he was taking a bath when he heard the shift in Dirk’s voice. Here he was pent up and worried about his future, it didn’t even occur to him to ask how his friend was doing. He waded until he was in front of the other boy once more, hoping to catch his expression. “That sounds great!” He exclaimed. “Do you know already what you need to do? If not, I can ask for you? Surely the person who contacted me knows someone who could help.”

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cresswelld‌:

Dirk just nodded his response, staring at the bubbles in front of him and wishing he could disappear, or at least go back ten minutes in time and not walk through the doors of the bathroom. He flinched slightly when Fabian touched his skin, taken by surprise but he relaxed again and didn’t let himself watch the older student. “The point?” he repeated. It had never occurred to him to question the point of school before. His mother was a teacher, albeit of seven year olds, and he had grown up with all the ideology that school was necessary for a good set-up in life. Of course, maybe that was no longer true once you got as close to the end as Fabian was, little left still to learn before he would be let into the real world. “I think you’ll be surprised how much you’ve learnt. When it comes to the exams. And you want all of that leaving here, don’t you?”

He frowned and popped a couple of the bubbles absent-mindedly, still not looking at Fabian. If he was honest, Dirk didn’t much know what to think of their world outside Hogwarts. In holidays, apart from occasional visits to friends, he had stuck to the Muggle world. His only connection to the Wizarding one being letters which mostly focused on plans for the holidays and complaints of summer work. Perhaps this summer he should subscribe to the Daily Prophet, just to have some idea what was going on outside his personal bubble but it was a terrifying thought. If it was so bad in Hogwarts, supposedly the ‘safest’ place in Britain, he dreaded to think what it was like in the rest of the country. “Do you have a job lined up yet?” he asked, trying to focus more on Fabian’s future than the general situation of the war.

You should try this by the way. “Hmm?” he looked up, automatically, to see what Fabian was talking about and immediately went red as he found him rubbing soap over his body. Eyes tracked the lather but he caught himself before they could linger too long and he tried to think of what Fabian had actually said to him. “Try, um… what?”

Fabian rubbed the soap on his arm slower as he thought about what Dirk said. “I do,” Fabian voiced, even if he sounded slightly unsure. The older Ravenclaw had no doubt that he had learned a lot in Hogwarts. With the help of his professors, particularly Professor Flitwick, Fabian was molded into a confident young wizard, curious to learn and create as he tested his abilities and magic itself with its realm of possibilities. It was a far change from the awkward clumsy young boy that entered Hogwarts. Fabian also knew that everything he had learned will someday help in the future. Hopefully others too. But the war... It made things complicated.

Finishing lathering his left arm with soap, Fabian now worked under his armpits and on his chest up to his neck. Fabian smiled, snapped from his reverie. “I do! That’s right! I can’t believe I haven’t told you!” He allowed himself to be excited for a bit. “I’ve been invited to work for the Department of Mysteries. I don’t know if I can say anything more, I can’t even say exactly where in the Department of Mysteries I’d be working in but it’s all been very exciting!” It was nice, being reminded that there were still things to look forward to, even if Fabian still worried about juggling both his future job and working for the Order. Fabian moved to get more of the scrub before working on his right arm.

“This one.” Fabian motioned for Dirk to come closer and gestured towards the tap. Fabian dragged his hand against the water to wash away the suds and brought it under the tap to catch the liquid soap as he turned the tap. “Here,” Fabian passed the small mountain of liquid soap peppered with beads unto Dirk’s palm. “Just rub it on your body. It feels really great.” 

Satisfied that he’ll get Dirk to try his favourite soap, Fabian returned to the topic. “How about you? Are you planning on working anywhere during the break?”

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bloomingevans‌:

Lily snorted at Fabian’s awkward realization. Then she let out a small laugh, leaning forward to her legs as the amused giggles overtook her. “Yes, that would-” She sat up more again, still giggling. “That would not be ideal.“ Smirking fading away into a thoughtful smile, Lily glanced from Fabian to the bath, and then back to him. “Speaking of which…” She started to get up. “I ought to let you get back to it.” Lily took out her wand and cleared her throat as she pointed it up at the ceiling. “Ad astra,” she recited with a complicated wave of her wand. Bright lights zoomed out of the tip her wand and exploded up above them before suspending themselves up like twinkling lights. A relaxing starry sky rested over their heads. Then a nonverbal spell at the water, letting it bubble up a bit with a bit fo extra heat before Lily put her wand away.

“Stars, courtesy of one of your fellow Ravenclaws… Fancourt taught it to me last year after waking her up from a particularly risky sleep walk… She does it much prettier than I do but still, maybe the new view will still make up for some of your stolen time.” Lily smiled at him. “Remember to enchant the doorknob next time? Oh, and don’t forget we’re shopping for your nephews a-s-a-p. I’m not meeting those little twins empty handed!”

“Thanks, I appreciate that.” Fabian propped himself up with his hands and slowly slipped into the pool. His body welcomed the warm water and the bubbles that started rising to the surface. He looked up at the stars in admiration as it decorated the ceiling. A tad unnecessary but it was very pretty. After their conversation, Fabian wondered whether he should still take as long as he wanted in the bath and almost decided otherwise but Lily’s charm definitely helped him ease back into relaxation. He nodded in admiration. “It does look like her work.” He’s seen her work in Charm’s Club and he knew that Pandora’s spells always had an element of beauty with them. “Will do!” he replied. Although there might be no point now since he wasn’t naked anymore anyway. “We will, Lily. I promise... we’ll already have gifts by the time they’re born.” Fabian laughed. Of course, Lily would plan to have her bearings early.

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johnsdawlish‌:

He snorted under his breath. The kid wasn’t wrong. Hogwarts would change when the entire thing crumbled to the god damn ground in a pile of rock and ash, and even then John was sure it’d be reconstructed back the exact same way. Hands pocketed as he finally turned to catch a glimpse of the student. “Do you ask all the aurors in the school that or just me today?” He countered the question with his own, brows raising slightly. “I’m arriving on assignment. School still requires protection, after all.” It wasn’t like they were living in some momentary hiccup where this would all fade unfortunately. “Don’t most students have a class to be in at this time?” He wondered out loud.

The younger Ravenclaw was slightly taken aback when the older man countered with a question. Usually, he thought of himself as fairly good when it comes to dealing with adults and other authority figures. Fabian nodded at the man’s response. He guessed just as much, but he didn’t know that the aurors were taking shifts since he had grown used to the faces he’s seen around campus since the start of the term. “I’m Fabian Prewett, sir,” the boy extended his hand, “7th Year Ravenclaw Prefect.” He made a slight indication to the badge pinned on his chest. Fabian tilted his head infinitesimally, not sure whether the auror was accusing him of something or not. “I don’t have potions class, sir.” 

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cresswelld‌:

“No!” he said, hastily, his face growing redder and redder at the thought. “I didn’t see anything. Didn’t look–” He looked away, burning with embarrassment as he desperately tried to think of anything except for how much he wished he was allowed to look. Unfortunately, the surest way to think of something was to try not to think about it. Mortified, he wondered how quickly he could get away with leaving the bathroom without it looking odd.

“I… Yeah, I understand that,” he said, nodding. Something at the back of his mind nudged him that it would be hypocritical to agree but not to open up in turn about his anxieties surrounding what may or may not have happened at the Yule Ball. He dismissed the thoughts hastily and instead twisted where he sat to pick up the soap he had left on his towel at the edge of the bath. “Are you nervous about them? I always get tense about exams.” Fabian might remember that himself, despite being a year older, from Dirk working himself into a state over his O.W.L.s. Yet, it surprised him that Fabian might feel the same way. 

“All right. Thanks uh... for not looking... I guess,” he chuckled nervously. Fabian couldn’t look at his friend in the eye as well. The older boy waded to the other side of the bath. He felt like letting the silence linger would just make things a lot more awkward. As he passed the younger Ravenclaw, he patted the other boy’s shoulder twice to assure him before moving away. It didn’t even come across his mind that he has never really touched Dirk’s naked torso before. The older boy certainly didn’t worry about it.

Fabian took the cue from his friend and made his way to the tap that dispensed his favorite scrub. He turned its cap, releasing liquid soap containing tiny beads that he caught with his hands. “That and...” Fabian tried to form the words first in his head before articulating them. “You know how... we know that these tests are important and... but at the same time, with everything that happened... or is happening... Do you sometimes ask what’s the point even” Fabian stood up at fool height in the bath, leaving his chest still half-submerged in water and lathering the soap in his hands as he ranted. “But at the end of the day, I do know and I... It’s just tiring keeping that all in mind, you know? I guess, what I’m just trying to say is that, I’m nervous about the test and what comes after.” Fabian let out a long sigh. Not knowing what his companion would say to that matter, he started rubbing the soap on his left shoulder and forearm. “You should try this by the way,” he added meekly. “It feels great.”

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marymacdonalds‌:

where: hogsmeade village when: february 11, 1978 who: mary macdonald & anyone

VALENTINES DAY. Shades of red and pink lining the corridors as much as every street vendor that made their way out into the freshly minted early spring arrival in Hogsmeade Village. The reminiscent and most delicious scent of freshly baked scones lining the streets, hand in hand the students as well as the townsfolk themselves had begun to allow cupid’s arrow to strike them true, washing troubles away. Mary herself hadn’t been immune to such an event, familiar tastes of cinnamon lingering on her tongue as she popped another candy from her pocket between her petal pink lips. Weaving her way through the crowd, familiarity strikes as she watches a fourth year attempt to buy an arrangement of florals for an overly dressed third year in her company. “–– ‘lright then?” Vocals soften as she slides a few more nuts across the make shift table top as she shoots a wink towards the girl, who only mere moments ago was struggling with her drawstring purse. “Happy Valentines.” She beams, shooing them off rather than hear another thank you, eyes trailing back to the vendor as she speaks. “Somethin’ about the vomit inducing array of public displays o’ affection really get a gal, y’know? Call it cupid’s arrow I ‘spose I’ve fallen victim to his charms as well.” 

Fabian was next in the queue to purchase a bouquet and saw the recent good deed from his fellow 7th year. He watched the two younger students hold hands and merrily skip away, probably off to purchase a milkshake from the knuts that they saved. It was cute, he’ll give it that at least. But he still doesn’t know if he wanted them for himself. “That was nice,” he told Mary. “Probably made their day.” His eyes flickered from her to the vendor. “Are you getting one as well or... can I...?” Truth be told, if Mary took her time getting her own flowers, Fabian probably wouldn’t mind. Then there’d be a reason to delay getting the flowers. And probably there’d be a reason to delay going on this whole blind date as well.

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johnsdawlish‌:

Where: Entrance to the Library, 2:01 pm. With: John Dawlish & Anyone

When he had come to Hogwarts, the age old traditions still stood. He attended at eleven and left at seventeen. He had been sorted into Ravenclaw, and was a studious boy within his tenure of education. Surely, a broken rule here or there—but when John understood what he wanted to be, knew where he wanted to go—he grew up, and did so fast. Less parties turned into more frequent trips to the Library. It was where he stood now, hands pocketed. He was only there to cover part-time for the sabbatical of a co-worker, taking time off the job due to a sudden loss in the family from the ongoing war that barred down on every single person within the UK. As cruel as it was to suggest, John didn’t care. He didn’t plan to pick a side, he only cared to do his job. Uphold the law. If you were innocent, it would show, and if you were proven guilty then it was a one way ticket to Azkaban. There were no shades of grey when it came to the Auror. Looking up at the mass arch of the Library entrance, he shook his head. “Not a damn thing in this school changes, does it?” Was he looking for evolution in an institution nearly as old as the country itself? John only let out a small laugh at the thought, unaware of someone nearby.

Fabian was about to enter the library to rewrite some of the notes that he had when he saw the man standing by the entrance of the library. He seemed to be staring at the entrance. The prefect vaguely wondered what the man was doing there. Was he an auror who’s off duty perhaps? Curious, the Ravenclaw prefect stepped closer to try and see what the man was staring at. Not finding anything out of the ordinary, Fabian turned to look at his face, sensing familiarity. Nostalgia perhaps? It was confirmed when he heard the man speak. Unsure if Fabian was being addressed or if the man was simply talking to himself, the Ravenclaw answered anyway. “I doubt it,” he answered truthfully, without an opinion to color his tone. It was simply a fact. “Do you need anything, sir?” Fabian asked, respectful to those older than him always.

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where: The Great Hall when: February 9, 1978, Supper who: Fabian Prewett and Gideon Prewett ( @prewettxgideon​ )

Fabian didn’t really have plans for the weekend. Other than the upcoming Order meeting of course. But other than that, Fabian was free. Even with his classes, he was already a few readings ahead so there was no point in spending the weekend on revising. He thought he’d work on a few spells instead. But earlier, right before their DADA class, Gideon told him that he wanted to talk to him during supper. For the rest of the class, he wondered what it was about. Unfortunately, he had to run to his next class right afterward and wasn’t able to get any more information from his twin.

Supper came and instead of heading towards the Ravenclaw Table, Fabian sat beside his brother with the Gryffindors at the far end of the Great Hall. “Hey,” he greeted his brother as the other students moved to give him space. “What did you want to talk about?” Fabian asked. Surely it couldn’t have been about the Order. If it were about the Order, Gideon would have chosen a much more private place to talk instead. Still, Fabian couldn’t help but worry that it was something very serious.

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bloomingevans‌:

Lily smiled at him, pursed with amusement and affection. The grin on his face, on either of the boys’ faces, was a wonderful reminder that the world could be so very bright. Her two Prewetts - two little boys both grown into two wonderful men. Two warriors. Gideon, with his strength and vibrance. Fabian, with his a keen mind and sharp instincts. There was no one in the world, except perhaps Dorcas, who she trusted as much with having good intentions and wisdom combined as she did Fabian. And he’d now truly soothed her.

“All I plan for is spending as much time as possible with you and the rest of my favourite people and relax my studying for the day. I mean, it’s my last birthday here. Everyone’s company is the best I can ask for.” She started to smile a little wider. “Thank you Fabian. For everything. Not everyone would so calmly pause their bath to get their brain picked at.” Lily grinned softly. “You know how much I trust your opinions.”

Lily’s company eased Fabian. Moments like this, Lily reminded him very much of his sister, Molly. In their own ways, they were both fierce and loving. Not to mention loyal and protective of those whom they loved. He was very fortunate to have both of them in his life. And he knew it too. 

Fabian gave a modest smile. As a response to her birthday plans and to her thanking him both. “I wholly respect that.” Merlin knows that he’d wish for the same thing for his birthday. Even if Gideon would drag him to do something else. “And any time. I know you’d do the same...” Fabian started to nod before he realized what he just said. “I meant to talk. You’d be willing to lend an ear. Not... let me interrupt... You know?”

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longbottomsfrank‌:

The names fell as to who would’ve benefited. He wondered if Fabian had considered the same, in so many ways Frank almost didn’t want to ask. His own assumptions of his duelling club partner in charge sprung to mind, and her twin equally so. That good and evil should exist harmoniously in a righteous world, when one left the other alone. But this wasn’t the world they lived in. “You’re right,” He murmured, nodding his head as he avoided catching Fabian’s gaze in the moment. He didn’t want to openly administer such a confession without ground proof. He nodded to Fabian’s suggestion, knowing now more than ever, they needed it. To band together, remain focused. “Where the hell could we go in a castle where aurors are lurking about?” And to further it, he shrugged. “Maybe just us—the students… leave Dumbledore ‘n the older members out of it. The next few months are to be a headache on us—las’ thing we need is tossin’ adults int’a it.” At least, Frank thought.

“I don’t know.” Fabian frowned. Frank had a point. There was merit in having all the students meet first. Perhaps all they needed was to air their grievances out. Their doubts. Hopefully, knots will be unraveled and fears alleviated. The problem was that there was no sneaking around in the Hogwarts castle nowadays. On one hand, that was probably for the best. That also meant less chances of attacks. But it hindered the Order from meeting on their own. “At the next Hogsmeade weekend... maybe.” Fabian’s mind was already turning.

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katieshacks‌:

No, she had no tact. Yes, she sometimes liked to make people squirm. It really was the best of the worst kind of situation, too edgy for the likes of Hogwarts in her devil-may-care attitude when she approached situations—like this—that she probably could’ve waited for another day. The only reason she sought him out was some sense of security, maybe trust. If her brother was here, he’d be the one she would find. As prefects for their house, there had to be a mutual respectful ground they stood on, and Fabian had earned it long ago without knowing.

Lips pursed for a moment, bent forward as she leaned both elbows on her thighs, hands clasped together. Not Peter—there was one assumption confirmed. “Can’t be Potter—he’s probably the biggest Blood Traitor of all—“ Nothing wrong with it, either. The Shacklebolts had wavered through time just the same, but in the most recent generation stood grand as just the same. A fact Katherine was proud of. “I don’t know enough about Lupin to say he is or isn’t—“ She said simply. “What about Sirius Black?” Her questions weren’t intentionally malicious—she simply didn’t know the boys. Putting pieces together was the only way she was going to figure this out.

Hearing Katherine use Blood Traitor almost as a compliment was... in a way refreshing. Fabian’s family has been called the same throughout the years. They were simply raised to take it astride. To Fabian, it wasn’t a real thing, and therefore, not worth giving that much thought.

“Remus? Unlikely.” The boy just followed her thoughts. From his few encounters with the four Gryffindors, Fabian was always under the impression that if anyone out of them had their head screwed in at all times, it would be him. For that alone, Fabian respected him the most. “Sirius...” He gave it a thought. “I don’t know...” If the rumors about his issues with the rest of the family were true... “I don’t think so.” Not that Fabian made it his business to keep an eye out for the latest Hogwarts gossip. It was just the worst of his luck that being in the house that valued knowledge also meant being in the house that knows the power of rumor. “Have you talked to the other members about this?”

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cresswelld‌:

“If I’m walking in on people when there’s less than thirty of us who can access it, I hate to imagine what it would be like if more people could,” he said with a laugh. He had to try and play it off as a harmless joke because the fact was he couldn’t think of anybody else in the school who he would feel so embarrassed to walk in on. On the other hand, if more people had access to the bathroom, he likely would not be there at all as it was the exclusivity that had been its biggest draw today, where he could hope nobody who came in while he was there were the sorts of people who made him nervous in a much more sinister way.

Now that they were in the water, bubbles between them and sat so that they were on a level it became easier to look at Fabian. He could pretend they really were just at some swimming baths in a large-ish hot tub with the nicest smelling chlorine ever. “No but you said you were here to avoid something. I wouldn’t want to bring that very thing to your one refuge away from it.” He ran his hands through the bubbles, gathering a pile in front of him. “You won’t mess it up. Some nerves are good. They make you better prepared.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” Fabian laughed with him. His cheeks actually colored as he was reminded just how close Dirk was to catching him naked. Fabian lowered himself so that he was completely underwater. He rose just a few seconds later, his head completely soaked. A few clumps of suds were on his hair. He hoped that was enough to flush away the pink from his cheeks. He used his fingers to comb his hair back to its place. “You...” Fabian hesitated. “Didn’t see my...” he couldn’t even finish his sentence... “Did you?”

Fabian just smiled as he watched Dirk play with the bubbles. “No, it’s all right. I guess I also need someone to talk to. At least someone to help me process how I feel... you know?” Even if Dirk thought that what he was trying to avoid was N.E.W.T.s related, the older Ravenclaw’s sentiments remained the same. Fabian’s smile faded as he thought about his frustrating position. Unlike most members of the Order, he wasn’t terribly close to anyone, not including his brother whom he doesn’t see all the time anyway. “Thanks.” His smile returned. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

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personallykilled‌:

You’re not winning anyone over, I hope you know that? At his words, Dorcas cocked her head, eyebrows raised before they furrowed. “Do you want the Order to start dividing from within and then eventually break apart because some people actually think that a couple of dumbarses in Gryffindor could be Death Eaters?” Dorcas tried to keep her temper even ass he spoke, leaning forward to make sure that Fabian was looking at her. Yes, she can be aggressive, but if she wasn’t and she just let things slip by her – she feared what would happen. The war would be lost and it would be over her dead body if she allowed that to happen. “Don’t mistake me taking their side as me choosing friends, Fabian. I’m not really their friend and I never have been. I’m choosing what’s right for us, for the Order. They already have more numbers than we do, growing day by day, and if we start pointing wands at ourselves, we’re bloody done. Excuse me for not wanting that, yeah?”

The Ravenclaw prefect held his ground as she leaned forward and stared right back at her. He then counted to ten before answering. “And do you think being aggressive is the answer to keeping the Order together?” Fabian asked with no hint of sarcasm or aggression in his voice. Usually Fabian will bend towards the other way under Dorcas’ intimidation, but this matter was as important to him as it was to her. Even if Dorcas’ tone and words implied that he didn’t. “Because, frankly, Dorcas, your approach so far has been to push me away. Unless your definition of keeping the Order together kicking everyone who disagreed with you out.” Dorcas can hold her own in a debate, yeah, but he often wondered whether that meant she had excellent points or that she was simply unyielding. 

“I didn’t say - “ Fabian stopped himself and let out a deep exhale through his nose. “That was my mistake. I shouldn’t have phrased it... I’m not saying you’re biased - “ He stopped himself a second time and winced. This time he searched for his words first before saying them. “Look. No one is pointing there wands at anyone, yeah? I’m not. I believe them. Do you know of anyone in the Order who thinks otherwise?

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