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I've really loved RPing with all of you, and if anybody is interested, I have an indie RP account for Fabian here that I'm getting set up right now. If anybody's interested in hitting me up there, just drop me an ask :)

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There's not much I can say that hasn't been said by numerous others. But I just wanted to say how much I've appreciated my time with you guys. The IYS community has been more helpful than I can possibly say in keeping me happy, healthy, and sane over the past year. I've met some incredibly talented people here, and I feel honored to have counted myself among you.

It saddens me to have to give up on this RP, but it's what's best for me. And I wish only the best of luck to everybody remaining.

I'll be switching this account to archive soon - this blog's URL will shortly be fabianthefox-archive.tumblr.com, if anybody's ever looking for me. 

Best wishes, and much love to everybody <3

Iris

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001. My List

What’s On Your Bucket List? (things to do before you die)

1) Doing the commentary for the Quidditch World Cup. 2) Team up with Gideon and use polyjuice potion to impersonate each other for a day, and see how many people notice that anything's different. My bet is that Arthur, my father, and Minerva McGonagall, if we happen to run into her, will figure the game out pretty quickly, Mickey, Amelia, Rosy, and at least Billy and Charlie will realize that something wasn't not quite right. Molly and Ted will be completely oblivious. 3) See at least one (but with luck a rather large majority) of my nieces, nephews, and potential future offspring make it onto a Hogwarts Quidditch team. I don't care what house they play for, I just want to see them out on the pitch. 4) Shag Cybèle Peltier Meet Miss Peltier after a match, get her autograph, and see if she'll kiss Ellie for good luck. 5) Own a top-of-the-line racing broom. It's not that there's anything even remotely wrong with Ellie - she is the best broom in the entire world and I will deliver swift and merciless punishment to anybody who dares say a word against her - but it'd be great to have something flashy for matches or quick getaways or the like. 

What’s On Your Regrets List?

1) Lucy Macmillan. 2) Not at least showing up for trials when the Falcons were recruiting for their reserve team. It's not like I'd have had to join, even if I'd been accepted, but it'd be nice to know at least whether I could've made it or not, instead of wondering about it for the past eight years. 3) Missing the birth of my sister's twins - I was on assignment for the Order and Molls wasn't expected to deliver for a while yet, so I thought I'd make it back in time. She ended up having them a bit early, and by the time I made it home the boys were  a week or so old and already causing trouble. 4) Being more than a bit horrible to Rosy when the two of us were... apart. He didn't deserve that. 5) Avoiding my father as much as I did in the five years between leaving Hogwarts and my mother's death. Yeah, I hated that woman and couldn't stand being around her, but I love my dad, and the only thing he ever did to "wrong" me was marrying that harpy. And as I have that little "mistake" to thank for my life, it's not like I can hold that against him too much. I needed my dad during those years, and tried to make do with Arthur instead, but more importantly, my dad needed me, especially when Mum was dying, and I wasn't there for him. I can't forgive myself for that.  And I can't even think about how horrible it would have been if my father had been the one to die instead of my mother. I'd have spent years cutting him out for no good reason, and I'd never have had the chance to get him back.

What’s On Your Kitchen Counter?

1) A cookbook full of basic recipes aimed at bachelors that my sister "accidentally" left behind on her last visit. 2) A tin of slightly burnt, but still frankly delicious biscuits my nephews baked me. Anybody who says their family is better than mine is just empirically wrong.

3) Ellie - I was halfway through buffing out a scratch on her handle before I decided to turn in last night. 4) The half-empty bottle of butterbeer Gids left out a while back that I've been too lazy to chuck out. 5) The potions flask I used to make coffee in this morning when I couldn't find a clean mug.

What’s On Your Nightstand?

1) The copy of Quidditch Through The Ages my father gave me for my eighth birthday. 2) Essence of valerian root, for when I'm having trouble sleeping. 3) The thank-you letter Billy sent me after I gave him his new cauldron. 4) A smooth, palm-sized stone I picked up on the beach in Spain - a little souvenir from the trip Rosy and I took there. 5) Our most recent family portrait, complete with Dad, all his children, his son-in-law, and his five grandsons. We all look so happy.

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One night with me and they'll be calling you MOANING Myrtle.

Back off, asshole. Myrtle is mine.

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Oh, believe me, I don't blame Billy in the slightest. I can't even really fault Arthur; Molly is terrifying, and we all learned pretty quickly not to get in her way. Even if he did rat me out, I couldn't do that to Arthur. That man did us all the biggest favour in the world when he married my sister. I don't know how he keeps his sanity, living with that woman. I'm not gonna make thins any more difficult for him than they already are. 

That woman runs the Prewett clan with an iron fist. It's only got worse since our mum died and she decided that it was her job to mother not just her five sons, but her father and brothers as well. Honestly, Amelia, she's absolutely impossible. 

I don't think Molls will actually hex me for leaving my flat a mess, but I can never be quite sure... More likely she'll just refuse to leave until she's demolished the entire place. Once she gets started, there's just no stopping her, no matter how many times I tell her that I couldn't care less how shiny my doorknobs are, or if my bed's been made. I wash my clothes, make sure everything is clean, and don't leave food lying about. Surely that's more than enough.

Which is why I can't really see the point in spending ages folding my clothes. Because I've tried, Amelia, really I have - I know it really seems like I should be able to do them, but horrible things happened the last time I tried using a tidying spell. Buttons tore themselves off my shirts, my trousers turned pink, and one of my socks caught on fire. Maybe I'm just allergic to tidiness. It's a real mystery.

Anyway, I'm almost always wearing robes, so even if my trousers are wrinkled, it's not like anybody's going to notice. Why bother? 

Leave me here to die.

I’d be gutted, let’s not even joke. So for my sake, tell your sister she needs to ease up on you.

You really shouldn’t blame her son for reporting back to her, he’s an innocent in all of this - he’s not yet versed in the careful art that is secrecy between siblings. Especially older siblings. Arthur is completely to blame, though, and you should probably retaliate with a secret of his just to make it fair. I’m sure she’d be equally bothered to know if her husband’s been skipping breakfast in order to examine the latest confiscation of charmed Muggle plugs.

Mothers are a force to be reckoned with, so I completely believe that Molly’s an impressive fighter. Probably even more reason to learn a few cleaning charms before she pops by later. At least one that’ll match your socks and keep your trousers from wrinkling. If you can transfigure a tea pot, you can tidy up your closet. I’m not sure why that doesn’t work in reverse… my tortoises would blow out a bit of steam, no matter how hard I try.

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Sorry to startle you, dear, though I suppose it's flattering to know news of my impending death has such an effect on you. 

Doting sister you may be, but at least you're not my doting sister. I swear, it's like that woman's got spies everywhere in the family, reporting to her just so she can heckle me better. "Billy told me you looked tired the last time you came to visit; you really should sleep more" or "Arthur says you just got back from a trip to Spain. Really, Fabian, do you think you should be leaving the country right now?" And so on, and so forth. I can't so much as skip breakfast without her hearing about it.

And believe me, if you knew my sister, you wouldn't be joking about that - she is quite possibly the most dangerous witch I've ever encountered. People are always underestimating that woman, and I swear on Ellie's tail, it's going to be the death of somebody one of these days. She may seem like some sweet fussy housewife, but that woman's as formidable a fighter as me or Gideon, and with her protective maternal insanity, she's seriously an unstoppable force.

And yeah, there are spells for that, but I'm afraid I've never quite been able to get the hang of them. I know, it's pathetic - I can transfigure a teapot into a tortoise without a second thought, but I've never been able to get my socks to fold themselves properly. 

Leave me here to die.

Bloody hell, Prewett, give a witch a heart attack, would you?

I’d be terrible company given that I tend to fall into the “doting sister” camp that Molly obviously belongs to. Though, I wouldn’t have ever guessed that Molly would be the end of you, probably just the cause of a nervous tick at most.

Unfolded laundry hidden in your closet? Really now, Fabian, even that’s a bit much… There are spells for that.

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Because I'm poor, Emmeline. Not all purebloods can afford hired help, you know. My mum might've grown up in a fancy manor, but the Prewetts are resolutely working class. And as I haven't really been working for the past few months, I don't have money to spare on frivolities like house elves or maid services - it's not like my beer and pumpkin pasties are going to pay for themselves.

And who knows, with my sister. She fusses about everything under the sun - the better question's probably what she isn't going to harp on about this time. Hell, she's the kind of insanely overprotective woman who frets about me getting too much sun. In England. Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with her.

And half the time she's not even raising real concerns! Seriously, my diet's not that weird! I'm an athlete; I know the importance of feeding myself properly. But Molly'll always find reasons to go off at me.

A the very least, I don't have to worry about Molls messing with Ellie. She understands that touching, moving, or in any way interfering with my broomstick is a crime punishable by death, and she's not about to risk facing my wrath by degrading Ellie like that.

She. Wouldn't. Dare.

Leave me here to die.

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Leave me here to die.

I've fought as hard as I can against the inevitable, but I think it's time to give in and accept my fate. I've lived a good life. I'm ready to go.

This may come as a shock to some of you - I realize that most people (fairly accurately) believe that it would be almost impossible to take down the great Fabian Prewett. But in times like this, even I must admit defeat.

My darling sister wrote me this morning saying she would be dropping by my flat for dinner, by which she means she will show up, invade, and work herself into a frenzy about everything from my diet to the unfolded laundry hidden in my closet.

I've held out for as long as I can, but this time, I don't think I'll be able to survive her tirade.

Anybody fancy keeping my company during my final hours? I could use a bit of fortification before the end is upon me.

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thelovelyameliabones replied to your post: Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.

I’d never be able to tell it was broken.

Very kind of you, Amelia. Good to know the rest of my face is flawless enough to distract from my nose.

I mean, it's not like I didn't know this was going to happen to me, and I honestly can't say I regret ending up this way. I'm a beater - getting your nose broken at least once a season is just part of the job description. And hell, I got off easy compared to a lot of beaters out there.

Still, it's a bit annoying.

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How do you deal with unwanted attention?

Well, I've had a lot of practice over the years. You learn how to let people down easy after a while - it's all about striking the right balance between kindness and distance - if you're too nice about it, you give them false hope, but if you're too mean you just shatter the poor things. There's a real art to it.

It's a real injustice, but there are dozens of admirers out there, scores, even, and there's only one of me. Now, in little over a decade of sexual activity, I've only been tied up in relationships for four of those years, five at the most, but even so there hasn't been anything like enough time for everybody interested to get a chance with me. 

It's a tragedy, really it is.

As luck would have it, though, the universe is blessed enough to have both me and a twin brother. Now, we're not identical, more's the shame, but if I'm not available, I suppose he's the next best thing. I'll usually send the more persistent admirers his way, if I'm really having trouble shaking them. 

And he just hates it when I do that.

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Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.

I can be too quick to make up my mind about things when I get emotional, and... I tend to make mistakes when I'm doing that. And that's not really the best thing for an Order warrior - we need to be able to act rationally.

Also. I've broken my nose more times than I can count, and nobody's been able to set it quite right, so it's a bit crooked. Yes, it adds a bit of rugged charm to my whole look, but it does rather ruin the symmetry of an otherwise perfect face.

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Lust

You are not allowed to laugh or roll your eyes at me, because you're the one who asked, and anybody who's ever so much as been in the same room as me should know my answer to this. 

But seeing somebody up in the air, on a broomstick, who obviously knows what they're doing?

That really works for me.

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Seven Deadly Sins:

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LIES. LIES AND SLANDER. 

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marlenemckins replied to your post: I bet you have a small penis.

I’m afraid I’ll have to side with the anon. Why else have you not let me in your bed? Embarrassed, Fabs?

In case you've forgotten, love, my bed's a wee bit full at the moment. If you want a crack at me, you'll have to wait your turn like everybody else.

Besides, I'm not sure you're quite woman enough to handle a beast like me. Sweet young thing like you - you might get nightmares.

And, you know. Wrong bed, wrong twin. Come on, Mickey. We've been over this.

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thelovelyameliabones replied to your post: I bet you have a small penis.

WHAT. How does someone guess that?

I think they probably just assume that somebody as handsome, talented, and charming as me can't possibly have it all. 

Either that, or somebody's been trying really hard to sneak a peek. Which is no mean feat, given that I'm almost always wearing robes.

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I bet you have a small penis.

I’m afraid you're mistaken, my friend.