#fabianprewctt

[unspeakablecharm]

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i. my friend — groove armada ii. music sounds better with you — stardust iii. can’t get you out of my head — kylie minogue iv. better off alone — alice dj v. l’amour toujours — gigi d’agostino  vi. believe — cher vii. days go by — dirty vegas viii. around the world ( la la la ) — atc ix. runaway — real mccoy x. canned heat — jamiroquai xi. objection tango — shakira xii. castles in the sky — ian van dahl xiii. the lonely one — alice dj xiv. one more time — daft punk xv. what is love — haddaway

[agoosesong]

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Good company. Likes wreaking havoc.

Definitely more troublesome than George. Also definitely my favourite Returned so far but don’t tell him that.

[ofceridwen]

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Legend, ginger, driven, friend, trustworthy

[cokeworthprince]

How's the nose?

That bastard- Healed. 

[mrcrouch]

What advice would you give to the ARC?

Advice? I should be seconded to them. 

But with the understanding that my comments are given unofficially, and not vetted by the Minister or the ARC, let me give you a comment suitable for publishing.

Picture this, if you will;

Individual cots, sinks and toilets, dividers that prevent other inmates invading each other’s privacy or colluding, but do not conceal from the Aurors and Unspeakables. Meals can be eaten in a communal space but there should be strict supervision.

A Well maintained registry with some form of scrying or tracking charm on all Returned. Regular check-ins are a wise idea. Those deemed safe to release should be carefully placed with law-abiding families. 

Additionally, there will need to be some investigation into whether squib-related or Muggle-focused laws apply to the Returned, and what adaptations may need to be drafted into law to apply existing rules and regulations.

[empathema]

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meme | ask

“A friend, once. Another lifetime.”

[firebloomcd]

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meme | ask

“Not Fred. Pretty damn cool.”

[purkiss]

who: @fabianprewctt where: suds & duds when: 2nd of august, 2002

     Reincorporating herself with general society was proving to be a task more difficult than she’d first imagined, and not having magic to top it all off made it increasingly difficult. It all felt so muggle (not that there was anything inherently wrong with being a muggle - Barb, her uncle’s caretaker, had duly informed her calling something muggle as an insult was no longer very appropriate). Truthfully, Doris could have requested that Barb wash her mother’s old clothing for her (even resurrected women need a wardrobe), but her bitching and moaning about how completely incapable she was of doing anything without magic didn’t initiate any cleaning she wanted done. Couldn’t the woman understand what she wanted - no, needed - done, even without her outright asking for it? Was it not common sense that she needed clothes? Clean clothes, at that?

     Doris’s stubbornness still presented itself vividly, even in this bizarre, life-like purgatory. Resentfully and not without making as much noise as she possibly could, she’d packed a couple of bags full of dusty clothing and hauled them over her shoulder to the nearest laundromat. 

     After quite the debacle of figuring out just how to start a load of laundry (helped only by an amiable elderly woman who went simply by Nana), she’d taken a seat next to another launderer. It took mere moments before she found herself thoroughly engrossed in a conversation with him, passionately touting the likelihood of aliens building all the greatest, ancient monuments of the world. She hardly thought anything of the bell on the door jingling merrily to signal a newcomer - until she looked over, that is.

     “Hey! Prewett!” Doris hopped out of the plastic chair, launching herself at him before he’d a chance to fully step through the door, moving as swiftly as she could - almost as if he might disappear if she didn’t get to him fast enough, “You’ve been quiet, yeah? I tried sending an owl.” Or four. “Was going to send another one today - now I don’t have to. Learn anything new?”

[abbotting]

who: closed starter for @fabianprewctt​ where: the leaky cauldron when: 2:32pm | august 8, 2002

Waving her last cheery goodbye as the final stragglers of the lunch rush left, Hannah rubs at the flaking mascara under her eyes before leaning her elbows on the counter-top, eyeing off the small mountain of goblets she had promised to polish and clean. Sure, magic was a thing, but her mother had always instilled in her that sometimes it was more gratifying to do things the ‘Muggle-way’, and frankly, Hannah was willing to drag this task out as long as she could, appreciating the distraction it would give her.

Straightening herself up with a soft ‘oof’, she reaches for the cloth she had been using, dunking it slightly in the dinted mug of product and beginning to scrub. She’d been working this job long enough to have a good system - scrub and polish by hand, then use her wand for any final touches - and the repetitive movements were almost therapeutic in the quiet hum of the building. 

It cannot be longer than ten minutes of work before Hannah hears the tell-tale sound of the door opening, and she drop the rag to the counter, moving back toward the service area with a smile.

“Afternoon.”

[unspeakablecharm]

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Aggressive.

Strange.

Sad.

Familiar.

Fragmented.

He almost broke my nose.

Reminds me of someone else.

[agoosesong]

Location: The Ministry

Date: TBD

@fabianprewctt​

It has been a long day in Cho’s life. These days, all of her days have become longer and longer. Each one filled with running tests, checking up on the Returned, and trying to come up with answers for the Ministry. And each day, barely any new answers are given and barely any new findings are registered. There is only so much a group of Healers and Unspeakables can do. Only so many tests they can run within the confines of the Ministry. All they’ve come up with thus far are theories with little facts to back them, a whole lot of ifs that may all be wrong. Just scenarios to stew over late night while in bed staring up at a white ceiling.

Cho rubs her eyes, bleary from reading Ministry documents and manuscripts from the archives. Her head looks up at the clock installed inside the holding, noticing that her shift has ended five minutes. Another Healer will take her place and she can go home with more questions than answers inside her head. She stands up from her seat, stretching her arms and gathering the documents, stuffing them into her bag. She scours the table to make sure that she’s left nothing behind before frowning at the empty space on the table where her coat is supposed to be. It’s obviously missing and there is only one person in this whole room who has tried to steal her Healer coat.

Her eyes immediately shoot up. She catches sight of a mop of red hair trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. She almost smiles, a mix of annoyance and admiration at his determination to escape the holding by masquerading as a Healer. As if the Unspeakables and Aurors guarding the room have not admitted the face of each Healer to memory. As if they won’t catch him quickly the second he makes it out.

Cho saunters over to him, arms folded and an eyebrow raised. Though clear amusement and annoyance shine through in her dark eyes. “Mr. Prewett, can I have my coat back?” she asks him, wondering where he has hidden it this time, “I reckon the room’s too hot and crowded for you to need one.”

[ofceridwen]

words are trivial location: atrium, ministry of magic when: 27th july 2002 with: fabian prewett @fabianprewctt

She needed to get away. As happy as she had been to reunite with her family and friends, it was just too much. Too much noise, too many people... that was a first for Charity. She had changed, she knew that, but to what very depths she was yet to discover. Once upon a time she would have revelled in this - the pure joy and laughter exhibited by those in attendance. But how could she do so now in good conscience? Milling amongst them all, were those that sided with him. Why had they not been rounded up and carted off to Azkaban already? It was impossible to feel happy about the occasion when they were being afforded the same chances as her. It was sickening. 

Blinking, she returned her gaze to the kind face of Minerva, wizened further by the ravages of war. How she looked so old before? It was hard to say. Charity didn’t have a clue what Minerva said, but she assumed it was some platitude - perhaps commiserations on not being allowed back to her family yet or something about guest room arrangements at Hogwarts. In that moment it wasn’t important. “I’m sorry, Min, would you excuse me?” She flashed the elderly headmistress a sheepish smile. “I need to pop to the ladies.” Barely waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and wove through the crowd, snagging two champagne flutes from a passing tray as she went.

Dark eyes scanned through the crowd, finally settling on the form of her new companion. “You look as if you need a break.” Charity commented, holding a flute out for Fabian to take. The man had become somewhat of a lifeline during holding, his ire matching her own. “Think we could slip out for a while or will the babysitters come looking for us? I’m itching for a cig.”

[cokeworthprince]

Seize the Day After

9th June, 2002  0700-0800 Holding

He was woken by a dull throb suffused across his face and hand. He lifted the offending limb, seeing how red and swollen it was. Perhaps Prewett’s thick skull had broken it after all. 

Sleep had not been easy, between the pain and the indignity and the fact that the bruising and restriction of his nasal passages had made him snore. Still. He was awake now, and he would get up and use the cubicles and then get a-

A sharp stabbing pain in his back as it seized up when he attempted the tiniest, simplest sitting up motion had him catching his breath and staring at the ceiling. Snape exhaled slowly, breathing the pain out with a faint whistle. He tried to shuffle off the cot, tried rolling over to push himself onto his hands and knees. No such luck. 

Eventually he was forced the slowly shimmy down the bed to be able to grab his change of underwear, and with considerable effort and a lot of stopping and starting, change under the blanket and the robe. He caught a glimpse as the underpants came off of his hip bone, a perfectly straight line of red and purple bruising marking the height of the table. Socks were impossible. 

So, lying almost fully clothed in the cot, unaware of the comical contrast between the two deep purple bruises under his eyes and the pale of his strained, tight face, he had just managed to curl up onto one side, edging his feet out from under the blanket when an Unspeakable approached his cot holding something. 

Interesting. He hadn’t thought they cared. But here was one, bringing him a glass of water. Well not a glass per se, a paper cup. He didn’t exactly look grateful, but he tried to look less angry as he reached out for the cup. 

The weight, or lack thereof, was so unexpected his hand shot upwards, and his back seized up again. He winced, the spasms slowly fading out as he looked at the empty cup in his hand and the retreating back of the Unspeakable.

Not only was it paper and empty. But he’d just crushed it. 

[mrcrouch]

How do you feel about the Ministry response to the events around the Returned? How would you improve upon it?

While it is important to identify and register all Returned, the Ministry is missing out on the chance to convict and punish those who escaped proper justice by death. 

Weatherby take this down-

There should be at least two more Aurors, the table should be bolted or Sticking Charmed to the floor. The showers provide a hiding spot and should certainly be charmed to be transparent or the privacy screen removed. The ceramic mugs are also a concern. Coffee should be exchanged for Decaf.

Ideally singular cells to prevent any untoward fraternisation. And see if they can do something about the robes.

Add to the minutes-

Weatherby? He’s not here, is he? Where has that man got to now?

[firebloomcd]

@fabianprewctt

July 31st, 2002 The Burrow

Ginny had felt like she’d needed to be there at the reunion when they picked up Fabian. Not only to support her mum and George, but to sate her own curiosity. No-one had talked much about either Fabian or Gideon when she was growing up, beyond the basics that they had been loved, they had been brave, and they had died. Bill had occasionally shared his vague memories of their uncles but apart from that, the Prewetts had been mostly a mystery to her. Fabian had seemed so normal across the atrium, though recognising him had been easy. He looked like he could fit right into the line-up of her siblings alongside Charlie. Once they’d gotten back to the Burrow though, she’d found urge to bow out all too strong. She knew that her mum and him probably had things to discuss, and she was really a stranger to the man. 

She had waited a few days, popping into space a short walk from the Burrow to give her time to manage her expectations. She definitely couldn’t bombard him with questions about the first war, and Ginny could only imagine the look on her mum’s face if she asked if he remembered anything about dying. Family had become so much more important to her since the war, and she was determined to have a good relationship with Fabian even if she had never had to consider it before. She had to hope he liked quidditch at least, but considering the rest of the family, she hoped that was a given.

Ginny arrived at the gate to the Burrow’s garden and a smile crossed her face without thinking. She remembered finding Bill in much a similar position before when she was a kid, sitting and smoking and hoping their mum wouldn’t catch him. The surrounding gnomes was a nice touch though, however frustrating. She was sure she’d dealt with them all the week before. “You know if you sit there, Mum can see the smoke if she looks out the window. That’s how she always caught Bill.”

[mrcrouch]

What is the worst change to the Ministry you have discovered since your return?

Aesthetically, who ever approved the change to the Fountain of Magical Brethren deserves to be put in the smallest office available. That was an Historic Monument. 

I don’t understand what has happened to the filing cabinets.