#fabian2

“10 quid I can make this into that bloke's mouth without waking him up or killing him.” Elizabeth grinned as she held up a piece of popcorn.

Florence: FABIAN. If you were to receive flowers, would you prefer. Feverfew daisies and sunflowers, or zinnias and marigolds?

It all began once she finished her first drink.

She drank it rather quickly, gulping down top to bottom until only an empty glass was in her hand. It was a party, after all, and she loved the person she turned into after a few drinks. It wouldn’t hurt to speed the process up. She was pouring her second when a peculiar feeling came over her. She saw a spot of red hair in the distance, just over the head of a pair of boys snogging in between other couples dancing. Hmm, she mused, that reminds me of Fabian. She smiled, moving in that direction, thinking it would be very nice to see Fabian, to dance with him. It would be like dancing with Gideon, only someone more intelligent, more thoughtful. 

When she thought about it that way, Fabian was actually quite the catch. What did she ever seen in his brother? Something like excitement tittered in her chest as she followed her target. When she stepped from the crowd and saw that it was not Fabian, her heart sunk in her chest. No, no, that wouldn’t do. She pushed back through the dancers, taking a sip of her drink, and then spilling a little on the girl next to her. With hardly a look or an apology, she continued on, until finally, there he was. She stepped from the crowd, a growing smile blossoming across her face. She stopped, waiting for him to notice her, flipping her hair as she did. @the-fabianprewett

@fabledprewett

It was late October and the wind gusting outside took Selina Sapworthy by surprise. Though the windows at St Mungo’s were fortified by magic, the brunette was still surprised by the veracity of the weather. She wasn’t sure why she was there, to be honest, only knowing that she and Fabian had been told to guard whoever was behind the doors to the left of them. Dumbledore hadn’t seen fit to tell anyone in the Order who was there, though Selina didn’t mind. She’d long ago gotten used to trusting others who didn’t exactly trust her. She looked to her partner for the mission, smiling at Fabian even as she saw a branch hit a window near the waiting room.

Selina had gotten to know Fabian well over the past couple of months. His brother had been seeing her best friend – though she wasn’t sure that “seeing” was the best terminology given the nature of that relationship. Regardless, they tended to see a lot of each other and that had turned into a tentative friendship. There were few that could match Selina’s intelligence, after all, and Fabian did it in a way that was not pretentious. And it wasn’t as if he was bad-looking. No, there were few people she enjoyed being partnered with so much as Fabian Prewett.

“I’m thankful for the relative safety,” Selina drawled, her voice teasing. “But I think this might be one of the most mundane tasks we’ve been given so far.” She smirked and ran her fingers through her hair.

Selina saw a strange shadow out the window and moved through the halls before walking outside, not checking to see if Fabian was behind her. The gust of wind outside was refreshing and she frowned.