Age/Year: 23; Gryffindor 1974
Affiliation: Order of the Phoenix
Blood Status: Pureblood
Occupation: Obliviator
FC: Sam Claflin
+ adventuresome; compassionate; protective
– restless; bullheaded; defensive
Gideon Prewett came into the world kicking up a storm, the younger one of the duo by an irritating ten minutes-– or as his mum would refer to It, an excruciating ten minutes of her life. He always knew that his twin would define him. Growing up in a home that definitely wasn’t seen as worthy of a pureblood was what set him in motion, his childhood filled with laughter and adventures; with Fabian by his side, it was anything but ordinary. Never to sit still, always on the move, Gideon sure gave their mum her own personal set of migraines once a week. Why can’t you be a bit more like your brother – was certainly a line that was at his ear growing up, but he couldn’t help but laugh at the thought. Fabian was arguably just as bad as him, if anything he had a better knack for concealment, Gideon knew it was a whisper of frustration, nothing more, nothing less and not once in his life had he ever resented Fabian. Not one second. Envy was a touch and go and it was more of a momentary lapse than something that rot away in his gut and even in his envy, it was more admiration. They were alike, two sides of the same coin and he knew they had the same temperament, but what he could never grasp was how Fabian kept it in check. His brother was his better half in his eyes; he had never felt more connected to someone than he did with Fabian. No one knew or understood him the way he did – even if it was a glance or when Gideon would go off his rocker – he just knew when to jump, when to stop him and keep him in check.
Despite how ready he said he was for his first year, nothing could have prepared him for the reality of the Wizarding world. Blood supremacy, prejudice, war-– ideas flung at him as if they were the norm. He could never shake the feeling of disdain and the way his gut had wrenched the first time he had heard the word mudblood-– something so vicious coming out of a boy his age with a name that was all too familiar. That was what he was supposed to feel too-– or at least that’s what he understood from the boy’s mockery and once the initial shock had faded, the rage had kicked in. He refused to stomach it all, and he wasn’t the only one. This wasn’t normal and it wasn’t right, and as he watched Fabian struggle to believe it all as well, he knew that something had changed them. Nothing was ever going to be the same again. His skin got tougher, his words got harsher and he took on the roll of the bold and daring far more seriously. He spent a bit too much of his time in detention, usually the consequence of speaking out and making a stance. But as he sat in his seat waiting for his hour of punishment to be up, it dawned on him that he wanted to make this a permanent kind of thing. He wanted to fight for people who couldn’t fight for themselves—he had chosen a side.
The Order of the Phoenix was his higher calling. There was no hesitation. He knew he wanted to help, and the fact that Fabian was joining was the only validation he needed; he was going to be by his side. Gideon never really struggled when it came to figuring out what he wanted. He was going to be at the Ministry, that was something he was sure of. He didn’t have the best bedside manner, so the healing profession was well out of his reach. As he went down the list of options during his seventh year, obliviator caught his eye. It had seemed simple enough, a career that would keep him in the Ministry of Magic and something that would definitely come in handy for the Order. He hadn’t realized how much of a toll it was going to take on him until his first task; it had been a child, a Muggle child. He didn’t realize how much one single spell, something that was done to prevent exposure – to help maintain order – could feel so wrong.  Not wanting his ability to do his job to be called in questions, his fears, the guilt stayed buried as he masked his worries with a smile, as he looked for the silver lining of it all, a reason for that smile to be genuine.
With his year being a flurry of poor choices and having to endure a suspension, Gideon was turning over a new leaf-– or he was trying. He knew that his temper – that his impulsiveness – was the reason he had spent six weeks losing his mind, finding anything and everything to do. The one thing that came from it was his understanding that he couldn’t do it again. If he wanted to progress in his career, if he wanted to be the person that could walk away, picking a fight at a bar was not the way to do it. Gideon’s attention has been divided – his mind racing between the Order, the Ministry and attempting to have something for himself. Now would be the time for him to burn out, but all he could find himself doing is racing ahead.
I. If there’s one thing Gideon has gained from his three months of probation, it’s time. Time to complain about his situation. Time to punch his pillows flat in frustration. Time to worry about not being able to contribute to the Order at all. The latter, at least, was resolved by his twin brother, Fabian, whose personal studies in Arithmancy looked more promising than ever. After seeing eerily close predictions of Death Eater related incidents in his brother’s notes, Gideon began to do some research and work of his own. Only two weeks into his work, he already had a full fledged project on his hands: to help the Order sniff out all the locations where these new Inferi creatures are being created, and burn them to the ground. A year later, their project seems to be making progress. Gideon can only hope that time is still on their side for this one, if they haven’t run out of it yet.
II. Gideon never really knew how to be cautious. Considering his line of work, it was surprising that still to this day he dove in headfirst, rather than trekking through carefully and attempting to stay alive—a habit that soon came to bite him in the ass as he stumbled across something rather deadly. The pain was barely manageable and soon heightened as the curse spread across his arm—something that had him stumbling to Miriam Strout. He needed a quick fix to a problem that he had feeling wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and yet he needed a way to get up and do his damn job. Gideon was finally back in the swing of things, and risking his job and his place in the Order was not something he was willing to do and for that reason alone he turned to the only curse-breaker he could trust enough to keep his mouth shut: Sturgis Podmore.
Charlie Farley: Gideon had always been fairly friendly, and yet he only had a handful of people that knew him inside out, that he’d trust with his life. Despite the long absence, Charlie Farley was certainly one of them. Gideon loathed the thought of missing out, and in this case, he felt like he had missed an entire chapter. Despite the lack of contact that wasn’t his doing, Gideon was hell bent on mending their friendship and regaining what they once had. Aside from Fabian and Frank, Charlie had always been his lighthearted voice of reason.
Peter Pettigrew: Gideon liked to think that he had his priorities in check and was on top of his responsibilities and yet their was one duty he was certainly shirking in: mentoring. Peter Pettigrew was his responsibility and that training was something he certainly was neglecting. He’d blame his hectic work schedule, his suspension, and his personal life, and yet none of those were valid reasons. He was going to help him or do the best that he can to ensure he wasn’t the reason why the young man was unprepared.
Gideon DOES NOT SURVIVE the FIRST WIZARDING WAR.
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