we could be h e r o e s .

What makes a hero? Finnick Odair edition (insp.)

“The grades are important,” he said, though his words lacked conviction. Alastor Moody knew what it was like to end up working as something that just didn’t feel right. Passion about your work was important to live a fulfilled live. Regret was a feeling he would wish upon no one. “But they aren’t the most important thing. You’re right there.” Alastor stepped away from Fabian, pacing back and forth as he mulled the situation over. “You heard of the Order Prewett?” He asked, turning back to face him.

As the older man wrestled away from his grasp, he immediately let laughter escape him. Shaking his head, he clapped Alastor on the shoulder before letting out a deep sigh. "Well, contrary to popular belief, I can be a sensitive, caring soul," He said, winking at Alastor jokingly. Despite his jest, his did truly believe that Alastor needed some time to actually relax. It seemed that that man was more on edge than anyone else in this bloody war. Fabian doubted that Moody was going to be one to listen to much reason on how he needed a break. He didn't know the man all that well, but he seemed to stubborn (and devoted to his work) for that. What would you want to do in the war effort? Fabian had honestly never thought about that. At least, he hadn't thought about it in detail. But, soon, the images of his friends began to flash in his head. Particularly those that were the targets of all this hate like Lily Evans. And well, he instantly knew why he wanted to fight. He wanted to fight for them, to protect them. More than that, he wanted to create a world for his growing nephews that wouldn't have Muggleborns painted as the enemy. "Never actually thought about it.. but I'd want to protect those that are being prosecuted for nothing," He said. The bitterness was clear in his tone. It was quite evident that he was filled with anger at the thought of his friends, all wonderful witches and wizards, being put out to slaughter just for their blood. It just wasn't right and he wouldn't stand for it; he would not let this be the world that his little nephews grew up to know. "More than that, I don't want my nephews to live in this. I don't want them growing up believing that Muggleborns are the enemy.. despite the fact that's what their grandfather would want," The last part of his statement was filled with anger and resentment. Soon, the older man was pacing back and forth in front of him which clearly confused Fabian. He rose a brow as he watched Alastor go back and forth, clearly thinking something very important over. Order? He thought curiously. "No, I haven't. What-- what's the order?" He questioned. His expression was now serious, attention fully on the man in front of him. It was clear that Alastor had his full attention.. which was quite the rarity when it came to Fabian.

#future dad

(insp)

- Honestly, nobody’s recognizing me. Maybe it’s because Finnick always has his top off. I’ve not been walking round much with my top off…

When Fabian saw just whom the ice cream had hit, his face fell ever so slightly. He had admittedly been avoiding the petite girl ever since their rather unexpected kiss. He knew that she would have questions about them, about what they were. Those were questions that he didn’t quite have the answers to just yet. The high-spirited red-head had always been one to act on impulses before he truly got a chance to think them out. Honestly, the thinking out part of his actions tended to come after the fact. This was, perhaps, why the universe had seen fit to create another Prewett to grow up alongside him. In many ways, Gideon was like his out-of-body conscious telling him just how much his action would cause ruin. But, unfortunate for Fabian, his out-of-body conscious had been quite busy working at Flourish and Blotts as of late and thus he hadn’t been able to talk to him about what happened with Doe. Which was why his throat immediately went dry at the sight of her and he wished to Merlin that the ground would just open up and swallow him whole. But, of course, the ground remained perfectly intact and Fabian was still seated in the middle of Fortescue’s caught between the middle of a wailing five year old and a girl he couldn’t quite figure out his feelings for. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place. He had wondered if Dorcas would even approach him at all. He had to be honest in thinking that he probably wouldn’t if he had been in her place. It was probably quite apparent that he had been avoiding her. And well, he couldn’t quite blame her for not wanting to see him. He wasn’t going to make any excuses for his actions certainly weren’t honorable. He had been nothing but a spineless git as of late and knew that very well. But, much to his surprise, the brunette walked over and joined the pair of gingers at their table. At her words, Fabian looked over at his nephew who was still red in the face and still had tears in his eyes but had otherwise seemed to have calmed down. It appeared that the appearance of Dorcas at their table had sparked his curiosity and he was now looking at her shyly. “Yeah—I uh..” He started, frantically grabbing at napkins that were on the table and handing them to her. “I’m sorry about that. Seems like he has inherited the Prewett temper,” He said. After he had given her the napkins so that she could hopefully clean herself up a little, he looked at her awkwardly. His mouth opened then closed and then he had opened his mouth to speak again when Charlie let out a squeal of delight. He had been so hyper focused on saying something to Dorcas that he hardly noticed that Lily Evans had approached the table and handed Charlie more ice cream. Looking at the boy that was now diving into the ice cream like some sort of starved animal, he sighed deeply and turned his gaze up to the fellow ginger. It was then that the words Lily had spoken earlier seemed to register with Charlie. “Sorry,” He said to Dorcas before diving back in to his treat. Fabian had brought his hand up to his forehead and began to massage his temples. “You’ll get to deal with Molly’s temper when I bring this tyke back all hyped up on ice cream, Lils. I wasn’t even supposed to give him the first one,” He muttered.

*

“How have you been since Hogwarts, Fabian?” she asks, flashing him a grin. “You’re looking quite well. I should know, I’m a Healer… or at least training to be one.”

Almost instantly, a knowing smile appeared at the mention of James Potter and Sirius Black. Of course, since they were younger, he hadn't really spent too much time with them. But, he certainly knew of them. He knew what all they had accomplished in their days of Hogwarts, all the pranks that they had pulled could have probably outshone Fabian himself. You would never hear him admit to that aloud though. "Yeah-- Potter and Black definitely always liked to make themselves known," He said, clearing his throat. He honestly always hated the question of how he had been after Hogwarts. Because, truthfully? He truthfully didn't feel like he had accomplished much since his school years. He had too often if maybe the years that he spent at Hogwarts were just it for him. He had since not amount to much that he could account for. Fabian had always idealized himself going down in glory. What sort of broomshop keeper would be remembered for greatness? "I've been doing alright.. I suppose. Considering..." He started, "I uh-- I just have a job in a broomshop. But, healer? That sounds really exciting."

(Rose Leslie as Molly Prewett/Weasley, Eddie Redmayne as Gideon and Fabian Prewett, Arthur Darvill as Arthur Weasley)

"Are you trying to tell me that I should be jealous of Filch? Because.. I assure you that I am not," He responded in a matter-of-fact-tone. He then gave her a slight look of pity before speaking up again. "Honestly.. I feel sorry for you for apparently snogging him all that time in the trpohy room," He tsked. It was a little sad, really. Over the years, the banter between Fabian and Emmeline tended to go just about like this. It honestly could be wondered if they liked each other at all. But, still, Fabian considered her to be a great friend to have. "Should be a suprise, but I have grown used to your apparent lack of taste," He said with a light shrug of his shoulders.

Gideon and Fabian Prewett joined the Order of the Phoenix in the first wizarding war. They were well liked and considered brave by everyone, especially Moody, who said that upon their death in 1981 at the hands of Antonin Dolohov, they ‘fought like heroes.’

At her next comment, he tilted his head to the side curiously and furrowed his brows. "Are you purposely making me continue to think of sex?" He questioned. He had paused for a few moment before letting out a small chuckle. "Although.. that could be my brain. It tends to relate everything to an innuendo," He stated.

"Of course, I tell everyone that. Why wouldn't I tell everyone the truth?" He questioned, furrowing his brows. Instead of letting his jaw drop in mock horror like he at first decided to, a light smirk appeared on his face as he turned to her. "Oh? So, you got a thing for Filch, eh? I always wondered why you spent so much time in the trophy room," He easily teased. He almost couldn't contain his laughter as the next statement escaped his lips, "Oh, won't Mrs. Norris be disappointed that you are trying to steal away her life partner."