#crfabian

The moorland surrounding the safe-house was shrouded in fog, air thick with precipitation. Edgar found the sight rather poetic; he always seemed to find beauty in the dark and dismal. At Hogwarts, this had left him with the reputation of being something of a ‘weirdo’, but he wasn’t one to listen to idle gossip. In fact, Edgar rarely paid attention to the people around him in general, which is perhaps what lead to his current predicament. 

Fabian Prewett was practically the antithesis of Edgar Bones; he radiated happiness and was rarely caught without an easy grin and a joke upon his lips. Whereas Edgar was more the strong silent type, often found frowning and writing thoughtfully. The two wizards had spoken  barely a word to one another, and yet they were expected to patrol together. Edgar, too distracted by his own mind to fully comprehend the situation, found himself suddenly thrust into conversation. He watched Fabian speak, but the movements didn't immediately translate into words.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Edgar asked politely, voice tinged with confusion. “I, um ... Well, I didn't catch it.” He finished lamely, putting on his coat in preparation for the gloomy weather. 

drabble meme: the five sensesstaus: (accepting!)

     ❛ like what? ❜  eyes narrow and a crude expression stretches across his face as he leans into the hufflepuff’s space. the competitive high hasn’t worn off yet, after practice vibes still running through his mind as he bumps into the other on his way out of the showers and on route to the dorms. he’s been told his persona on the field differs from the one he presents in everyday life, mundane activities followed closely by organized classes — it’s easy to put up an act for the naive students of hogwarts.

          up in the air, however, the narrative changes.

     he leans away after a moment, throwing his towel across his shoulders and offering a sharp grin that spoke of anything but a genuine kindness. ❛ stay out of my way, yeo. if you know what’s good for you. ❜

“I think I was seventeen when a bunch of my juniors threw a party for me for the first time” he says. “It was simple, but it was fun” he smiles at the thought. “I felt alive, as if breathing was actually a good thing, existing” he admits. “It was a nice memory– to be liked” he finishes.

“Oh that is an interesting question.” Edgar pondered, pondering his options aloud to Fabian. “Probably some sort of bird, I think. I would go with a hippogriff, but I would actually kind of want muggles to see me, to just blend in with the rest of the world, you know?” He took a drag of his cigarette, his right hand tapping methodically on his knee. “Something that gets to see a lot of the world though; to just observe and be part of nature. Unfortunately, I don’t know very much about birds so I’m afraid my answer can’t be too definitive.” 

Edgar & Fabian | MOODBOARD

“... common sense is the one thing that will certainly be wrong.”