putting out the lantern

It had been too long since Fabian had a genuinely good day. Understandable, granted, what with the vicious monsters hellbent on tearing the flesh off his bones and killing everybody he'd ever cared about, but nevertheless he sat in silent disbelief when he realized that he actually felt okay right now despite all the drama happening both inside and out of their wards.

Sure, life wasn't perfect by any means, but he had a blazing fire in front of him, was surrounded by friends and even some family (and wasn't that a kicker?!) and had for the first time in forever eaten some excellent food. Things were okay for right now. Fragile, but okay. And sure, maybe the alcohol helped a bit, but that was what it was for, wasn't it?

With a grin he stood up and ambled over to the person sitting close to him on one of the benches, all too aware that his momentary lapse into happiness wouldn't last too long if he continued to sit by himself and think about it. 

"Not a bad day, huh?", he said, offering the bottle of rum he'd been carrying around and smiling. "Could get used to this, if I'm honest."

„Move it, Prewett! We don’t have all day here!“

Fabian laughed and spun out of the way of his sister’s frantic movements, choosing to jump on one of the kitchen counters instead of risking the wrath of Molly. “You realize that your last name is Prewett too, right?” he asked, ducking under the halfhearted swing with a dish-washing towel that Molly had had to hand and instead leaning to the side to very blatantly steal some of the fruit she was cutting up and put it into his mouth.

The Prewetts weren’t poor by any means, but a few gambling ancestors had guaranteed that they didn’t have access to the kind of family fortune that most other pureblood houses could boast of. That coupled with the millions of cousins and semi-adopted friends that tended to find their way into their house at one point or another meant that everybody had to help out when it came to dividing chores, and Molly had chosen to brave the task of making dinner during everybody’s first day back from Hogwarts.

Fabian had absolutely no reason to be in the kitchen other than to annoy his sister and steal half of the food before it ever made it on the table, but he was shirking his duties and knew that nobody would be silly enough to interrupt Molly while she was stressing out about food. Except for him, obviously, but he’d decided that dying because of his older sister was generally preferable to shoveling snow, especially because he wasn’t allowed to do it with magic yet.

“You know, Fabs,” Molly began, voice worryingly soft as she watched him steal another cherry and throw it into his mouth, “I have a lot of work to do here, and I haven’t seen my boyfriend in ages-“

“Stop right there, I’m not gonna help you with dinner. And you haven’t seen your boyfriend in ages because he’s a total prat,” Fabian said, completely unrepentant even while she glared at him. “Come on, you know it’s true! You only get to see him, like, three times a year – why don’t you date somebody who’s, y’know, actually young enough to be at Hogwarts? Date the Weasley. Never enough red hair in this fam- ow!”   

Had Molly just actually thrown a cherry at him? An offense like that could not be tolerated. Slowly Fabian inched his hand towards the remaining pieces of fruit, his eyes focused on Molly who started to look more and more worried. “Don’t you  - don’t you dare!” she said, right in time with Fabian throwing a cherry right at her forehead. 

☩ for a bedroom headcanon: Fabian's slept in many rooms throughout the years - the tiny attic that had been his childhood room with the low ceiling and large windows that overlooked the ocean, the red and gold dormitory in Gryffindor, the second bedroom in Shell Cottage that always smelt faintly like lavender - but by far his favorite is his current one, because it's cluttered and comfortable and he's got place to draw, and most importantly because he gets to share it with Marcus. 

✖ for a tattoo headcanon:

✖ for a tattoo headcanon: Fabian's thought about tattoos a couple of times, but he's not really sure what kind of thing he'd be willing to commit to for the rest of his life. Maybe something traditional? Either way, right now isn't the time, and the subject has been shelved until further notice.

♖ for a childhood headcanon: Molly was the only person he'd let into his room when he was upset, and even she had to spend a couple minutes cajoling in front of his door to make him unlock it. His parents worried every time, of course, but didn't believe in breaching their son's privacy without his consent even at a young age, and Molly had to reassure them a lot that Fabian was fine, he just wanted some time alone. Fabian privately thinks he's the reason for a lot of her mothering habits, but she's never once given the impression that looking after him bothered her.

✻ for if they are a night or day person: A night person, absolutely. Fabian doesn't do mornings without a hell of a lot of tea and cigarettes, and even then he's grumpy and annoyed with everybody. 

✄ for a drunken headcanon: When Fabian gets really drunk he starts insisting that he's absolutely sober, thank you very much. Sometimes he gets quite cynical and upset, but most of the time he's the kind of drunk that you can sit down in a corner and tell to stay put. He can drink a lot, too - something he thanks his years on the Gryffindor Quidditch team for. 

you - a mix for fabian prewett and marcus mckinnon (x)

Fabian remembered being told that Gideon had disappeared, back when he kept himself as separate as possible from the rest of the world. He’d gotten an owl, back then – quite a generic text, we’re sorry to inform you, if you have any ideas please write, the usual spiel. Fabian couldn’t even fault anybody for it, because people were disappearing left and right and personal visits to bring the bad news weren’t feasible anymore. He hadn’t cried, too worn out from mourning Molly and the rest of his family. Instead he’d shut down completely for a few days, and without Marcus forcibly dragging him into Hogsmeade and practically shoving him into their new flat with instructions to make himself at home Fabian didn’t know what he’d have done.

And now Gideon was back, and alive, and mostly unharmed, and Fabian was scared to see him. He blamed himself for not looking more, for not finding Gideon earlier (or at all, really), and he was pretty sure that if Gid chose to hold that against him he didn’t have a single thing to say in his defence.

Still, he wanted to see his brother. Of course he did – Gideon was one of the most important people in his life, even if they’d never understood each other too well.  The fact that he was back was an absolute miracle, and Fabian had spent the time since he’d gotten the news in a state of giddy disbelief. Not that that had been long, considering he’d practically ran as soon as he’d heard, but the point stood.

After another minute of worrying Fabian shook his head at himself and knocked on the door before opening it and poking his head inside.

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Ask very nicely. And then I'd still say no unless I like you and you had a really bad day.

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Answered.

Mummy:If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?

Um, Marcus probably?

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

Most people I know are dead, so of course I do. Molly, especially.

Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

"There was an incident with the wards" is pretty high up on the list. 

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

...Y'know, this is a very difficult question, but I've decided that I'd probably, I don't know, get rid of the undead trying to eat us.

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Who doesn't, these days? 

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

...Yeah, I'm still going to go with getting rid of the undead.

Having my sister back would also be nice.

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?