land of the faye

“You’re onto me.” Remus said with a grin, watching Faye take a sip. He shot her a sympathetic smile, taking the makeshift mug back. “I take it you don’t? Sorry, I probably should have warned you.” 

“Half a teaspoon maybe, and only when I’m really tired. But that’s a lot of sugar, Remus,” Faye said and shook her head. “At least you put some milk in it too, or else it would’ve been disgustin’.”

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you Fabian’s secrets like that. You’ll have to bribe me if you’re wanting any information.” From an outside person’s point of view, it was probably very obvious that Fabian would take great pleasure in kissing the girl in front of him. However, he wasn’t quite sure if he was ready to reveal that just yet. There had been a handful of lips that met with his in the past month or so, but all of them were casual with no deeper feelings mixed in with them. He wasn’t entirely sure what it meant, but there was a happiness that he had felt whenever he was with Faye and a bit of hesitation that made Fabian not want to share everything just quite yet. It was a feeling that was new to himself and what better way to respond to actual feelings with sarcasm and light banter? “I’ll be sure to let Fabian, the obviously more handsome and all around better twin, know of any messages you have for him.”

“Just when I thought you were going to be loyal, you threw in the part about bribin’. I’m afraid I haven’t got enough money to bribe you, though, definitely don’t have it on me.” She knew that money for a bribe probably wasn’t what he had in mind, which was exactly why she said it. She liked Fabian, she really did, but her sarcastic side took over whenever he was around. She was always at least a bit sarcastic, but it seemed impossible to be even the tiniest bit serious when they were together. “Isn’t that nice of you? You can tell him: níl sé ag ligean do dheartháir.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Merlin, Faye. I’m not trying to poison you and I don’t make a habit of drinking alcohol on Wednesday afternoons. It’s tea.” He grinned at her, pushing the lid of the flask over to her side of the table, careful not to spill the contents. 

“Well, I don’t know your drinking habits, now do I? And for all I know it very well could’ve been tea.” Faye shrugged and added, “maybe the queen put you up to it. Maybe this is her new strategy, off all the Irish one by one.” She smiled and accepted the tea, though; taking a lare sip before handing it back to him. “Like sugar, do you?”

Fabian smirked and stopped his feet from leaving the classroom. He looked down at her hand that had grasped into his and noticed the soft texture against his rough hands. “Oh but you see, I actually am Gideon pretending to be Fabian and Fabian has very important things to do today. It was very important to Fabian that I, Gideon Prewett, went to class on time and not kiss the very beautiful Faye Callaghan even though she has a tough time telling us apart.” He said his sentences very playfully and sarcastically although there has been times in the past where the twins had switched places. Her lips did look tempting but he had to play around since she had joked that his name was Gideon in the first place.

“Very important things, hmm, I’m sure he does,” Faye said quietly. She was still holding his hand and still very close to him. “Were you, Gideon, not supposed to kiss me because Fabian doesn’t want to kiss me or because he wanted to kiss me himself?” She knew she was talking to Fabian; she didn’t know how, but she could always tell them apart.

Remus laughed as he pulled out a flask of tea and placed it on the table. “You talking to me got my attention, Faye. You could have said anything.” He countered, taking the lid of his flask and filling it with tea. He held it out to Faye. “Want some?” 

"No, I’m fairly certain it was my fantastic sense of humour,” Faye joked. “What is it?” she asked and eyed the drink suspiciously.

Fabian shook his head upon hearing Gideon’s name. He tried his best to keep the same atmosphere between the two but he couldn’t help but sigh a bit when his twin’s name was mentioned.  A small cheeky smile appeared on Fabian’s face.  “It wouldn’t be the first time you called me Gideon but you can call me handsome as many times as you’d like. I’m handsome and you’re beautiful. Especially up close like this…” Fabian trailed off the end of his sentence and scooted in closer to Faye to where their lips were almost touching. He tilted his head slightly to the side as if about to kiss her. He hesitated momentarily before suddenly pulling back and bouncing back to his feet. “Well, this has been lovely. Time for me to head out to my next class.” He spat out quickly with that typical Prewett grin spread on his face.

Faye smirked, she enjoyed tormenting people, even if it wasn’t always the best time. Which it definitely wasn’t. It was second nature for her to be funny, so she did it without thinking, but that meant it sometimes came across as obnoxious. At first she felt bad, thinking it had ruined whatever had been happening between her and Fabian. But then he moved even closer and she forgot she’d said anything at all. Faye was about lean closer and kiss him when he hopped up. She rolled her eyes, more annoyed than offended, and stood up as well. “Now, that was mean.” She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him back toward her. “You don’t have to go to class.”

Alecto looked up and scowled. She recognized the girl vaguely, but couldn’t recall her name. She also had no idea that the redhead sat next to her in Charms, really she only paid attention to Amycus and what was said in class. Alecto jumped as the books slammed on her table. “Yes, and don’t want company.” 

“Ah, come on, Carrow! That’s not very friendly now is it? And I thought you English were supposed to be known for yer hospitality.” Despite Alecto’s wished, Faye stayed exactly where she was. At first she thought it might be beneficial, that they could help each other with their essays, but that didn’t seem like it would be the case now. Nonetheless, she flipped open her charms book and unrolled her parchment, ready to continue from where she’d left off.

“Too English for this and that.” Fabian said while gazing at her, “I don’t think you should let that define who I am but I’m sure a clever girl like yourself can think of some names. Although I have to admit I do like hearing you calling out my name.” As he neared his face to hers, he reached out and played with a small part of her hair. Faye’s red hair always seemed to shine and was always recognizable to Fabian in a crowd full of people. He was close enough where he could start to feel the warmth from her breath and her lips were looking more tempting than ever. 

The smile that came over Faye’s face was tinged with mischief, and not because of what Fabian had said. “I think you might be right. Gideon is the only name you need.” She kept a straight face for as long as she could, but then she broke into a smile again. “I’m kiddin’, Fabian. I promise I was. I know which one you are, handsome.”

“I’ve heard worse.” Remus remarked, sitting down opposite Faye. “But whoever told you jokes were a good way to open conversation was lying.”

“Oi I thought it was a good joke!” Faye exclaimed, but she wasn’t really as offended as she sounded. “Got your attention though, didn’t it?”

‘I’ve got one. Just don’t steal it. ‘One of my biggest pet peeves.” he chuckled, reaching into his bag for the only other quill he owned.

“I’m borrowing it, that’s all. You’ll get it back when I leave, promise.” Faye said as he reached into his bag. “Thanks, by the way.”

Fabian leaned in closer to Faye. The space between the pair was getting smaller by the second and he casually positioned himself where his face was right in front of hers. It was as if he was completely unaware of their surroundings and was drawn in closer to Faye by her mere smile. At this distance, he had a good look of the smaller details of her face. Freckles on her cheeks, the small dimples next to her smile, and could smell the faint remnant of her perfume.  “Is that so? Well, I ought to make a personal reminder to tell you that more often then.”

Faye stared into Fabian’s eyes, refusing to be the one to look away even as he got closer. She hadn’t noticed the exact colour of his eyes before, nor just how nice they were. She smiled sweetly, unconsciously, at his closeness, the smile widening upon hearing his words. “What can I call you then? You seem a little too mischievous to be sweet, and just a tad too English to be funny.” She paused to consider for a moment, “I s'pose I’d consider you handsome. Y’know, in an English sort of way.”