#threads // gideon // alice // 01

[fabiansacharmer]

I posted 408 times in 2021

36 posts created (9%)

372 posts reblogged (91%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 10.3 posts.

I added 479 tags in 2021

#dated. january 1980 - 120 posts

#c. gideon prewett - 76 posts

#dated. april 1980 - 48 posts

#dated. august 1980 - 39 posts

#c. frank longbottom - 37 posts

#dated. september 1980 - 36 posts

#dated. february 1980 - 35 posts

#c. hollie hopkirk - 32 posts

#dated. may 1980 - 30 posts

#c. alice shafiq - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 101 characters

#this is like that musing post of the ios chat ‘tf name one bad plan’ and the other person just typing

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

WHEN: Wednesday, 20 January, 1980 WHERE: Auror Academy WHO: Alice Shafiq ( @shafiqalice​ ) & Fabian Prewett

Fabian had avoided Alice at the baby shower---something that had proven more difficult than he had imagined. But he had been lucky, and somehow, Fabian had managed. He had managed it the next day, too, despite lessons at the Academy. It was Wednesday now, and Fabian’s luck at avoiding Alice had begun to make him feel comfortable---perhaps too comfortable. He had certainly not been expecting to see her standing there in the break room when he closed the pantry door.

“How do you manage to keep your shoes from squeaking like that?”

21 notes • Posted 2021-01-27 04:07:15 GMT

#4

WHEN: Saturday, 20 February, 1980, hella late at night WHERE: No. 7 Low Street WHO: Amelia Bones ( @ameliasbones ) & Fabian Prewett

It had begun when he had arrived with Hollie and Gideon, when he had realized with a ferocious blush that he had just walked into a wedding. It had grown through the vows, through the food, through the dancing, until Fabian had taken refuge at an unoccupied table across the way. As he watched the dwindling crowd at Fritwell Farm from his isolated seat, Fabian could not help but finally acknowledge the loud buzz of static that occupied his brain. He was almost happy to be there. He was almost content in the celebrations. But in spite of it all, one thread had snagged, and as the night had gone on, Fabian had become unraveled.

Number 7 was the last place Fabian could remember truly feeling at rest. Not almost anything, but purely gleeful and hopeful. And so, once he was sure his brother and his wife would be getting home safely, Fabian left Fritwell Farm for what sounded like an old sanctuary. He walked leisurely up the street, hands shoved deep into his pockets, until it came time to knock on the front door.

26 notes • Posted 2021-02-18 21:31:06 GMT

#3

WHEN: 11 January, 1980 WHERE: Alice’s flat WHO: Alice Shafiq & Fabian Prewett

In one hand, Fabian held two mugs of fresh coffee, perfectly prepared the way he and Alice liked them. In the other was a box of breakfast pastries from the bakery beneath his flat. And so it was with his left foot that he knocked on the door to Alice’s flat.

“Gooood morning, birthday witch.” 

32 notes • Posted 2021-01-12 15:41:51 GMT

#2

WHEN: 20 April, 1980 WHERE: the Twins’ flat, Puddlemere WHO: Gideon & Fabian Prewett

Now, as Fabian stood in the middle of his bedroom, sorting through drawers and expanding his suitcase inch by inch, he could scarcely remember anything about the past two weeks. Nights of neon lights and clanging cymbals bled together into one big blur, one that Fabian was eager to dive back into as soon as he finished packing. And yet---

Fabian balled up an old Gryffindor Quidditch shirt in his left hand as his eyes wandered around the room. How long the past two weeks had felt whilst he had suffered through them. How stale, and boring, and stretched thin they had become without his best friend by his side. Sure, the security gig Mary had landed him was fun, and the bandmates he worked for were nothing short of a good time. It was a welcome break from the Academy---both for Fabian, and his professors, who had jumped at the opportunity on his behalf with nothing but encouraging words. Maybe this was the breakthrough he needed, they had said. And maybe it was. But Fabian had little interest in his place at the Academy, when his place in his every day life seemed to wobble on crumbling foundation.

As though the universe had heard his thoughts, it unlocked the front door with a loud click. Fabian’s hair stood on edge at the back of his neck as he listened to Gideon shuffle inside. He tossed the old t-shirt into the corner of his room and swallowed.

“It’s just me.”

39 notes • Posted 2021-04-22 02:52:12 GMT

#1

WHEN: 2 April, 1980 WHERE: Tattwho, Cardiff WHO: Cleo Nguyen ( @nguyencleo​ ) & Fabian Prewett

Fabian’s feet had beaten the routine paths in Puddlemere to a pulp by the time he finally apparated. He was almost surprised when he landed in Cardiff---but not really. It was automatic reaction, to find Alice, a natural one. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, relishing in the burn of his jacket collar digging into his neck as he pulled the fabric down, down, down. Senseless words flung themselves through his brain---curses, swears, rabid screams---

“Oi, watch it!” A sharp, thick pain spread through his shoulder as Fabian collided with another wizard, who steadied the both of them and shook his head, disappointed. “Be well, brother,” the man huffed, before charging up the street, leaving Fabian in the eye of the whirlwind he had brought about with him. He looked around, taking the sights of Cardiff in for the first time since appearing from its thin air. The sky was grey, the streets wet--- was that rain on his face? Fabian wiped the droplets away. He felt---exhausted. And almost as much as that, bewildered. Where the fuck had the man come from?

His question was answered as he turned around, noting a door left wide open, jingling in the wind beneath the shop’s sign. Tattwho. Fabian had seen the building before, but had never crossed the threshold to see what was inside. He sighed---a noise as shaky and rattled as the rest of him. He couldn’t see Alice like this. Fabian couldn’t find the energy to exert any more thought on the matter---and then, as if to settle it, the rain doubled its efforts, pouring into the street. He ran inside.

44 notes • Posted 2021-04-08 16:13:51 GMT

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