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☞ NAME: Gideon Prewett. ☞ AGE: Twenty-One (06.30.1958). ☞ BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood. ☞ HOUSE: Former Gryffindor. ☞ GENDER: Cis-male. ☞ FACECLAIM: Jack Reynor.

+ THE STORY SO FAR +

Ah, the Prewett twins. That’s what was usually heard whenever they were referred to in casual conversation. Everyone knew who they were. They were the fun-loving, charming, vivacious younger brothers of Molly Weasley (the mother of all mothers). She was nine years older than them and developed her world-renowned maternal instincts from the day of their birth. She was a big help to their parents as there were two of them, they frequently misbehaved, and their magic began showing itself at the incredibly tender age of ten months old. Their family was a loving one, growing every day as Molly married Arthur Weasley who had a large family of his own. When Bill Weasley was born, the twins were only twelve years old.

They seldom remembered a time when they didn’t have nephews running around all over the place, making equally as big of a mess as they were capable of. The noise was encouraged in their household. After Bill came Charlie, then Percy, and finally on First April 1978, Fred and George were brought into the world. Fabian and Gideon had high hopes for the future of Gryffindor pranksters in those two. They wrote them journals full of elaborate pranks, jokes, and general musing to live by (example: don’t eat yellow snow unless you saw the lemon). Despite their love for practical jokes, the twins excelled as a fighting team. They were beaters on the Gryffindor quidditch team, headed up the dueling club and soared high above their classmates in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

When Albus approached them shortly after their graduation with a job offer in a secret organization against death eaters, they shared merely a look before agreeing. They wanted to be a part of the war in a big way. Through the Order, they knew they could be. They didn’t think about the consequences that might come with it. They only thought about the people they loved, the future they wanted for their family, their nephews. When Elphias, Albus, and Fabian apparated into Arabella’s home on that October night, Gideon had been laughing. Aberforth was telling a rather unbecoming story of his youth involving a barrel of Scotch and a goat. “Fab, you gotta hear this story. Tell it again, Abe!” He had said before swinging around to greet his brother▬ who was lying on the ground, his head crooked at an odd angle. Gideon’s laughter died on the air. He was on his knees beside his brother in an instant. He already knew, he could feel it in his body. There was no saving Fabian because he was already gone.

- J U N E 1 9 7 9 -

Gideon had heard nothing from the Order in about six months. He wondered idly if they were laying low or if they had disbanded completely after such a tragic loss. Benjy and Caradoc had been his friends. He fought alongside them numerous times over the months they’d been in service together. He trusted them with his life, his brothers life. When Albus appeared on Emmeline’s doorstep some time in April, Gideon thought he must be dreaming. The old man sat him down while Emmeline was off at work and asked him if he wanted to remain a part of the coalition. He wouldn’t hold it against him if he didn’t. He asked Aberforth himself to resign, fearing for a similar loss of his own. Gideon considered resigning. He was out of shape from the past few months as he did little more than roam around with Emmeline. He didn’t train anymore, didn’t practice defensive magic. He would need to start working hard in order to be ready again. Could he do it without Fabian? He honestly wasn’t sure. But knowing his brother and how he would feel about him letting himself go to such waste, he couldn’t bring himself to say no. Heaving a great sigh, as though he weren’t entirely sure it was a good idea, Gideon shook his head. “I’m not resigning. I have to be there.”

← C O N N E C T I O N S →

← Emmeline Vance

Albus had taken Fabian’s body to Saint Mungo’s to be prepared. He told Gideon he would make the funeral arrangements for him. He could tell that he was trying to take some of the burden off of him and Gideon was grateful. They all asked him to stay, told him he was free to grieve in peace at Arabella’s house, but he couldn’t be there anymore. He couldn’t breathe it was so stuffy. Gideon apparated right into the middle of Charing Cross Road, unaware, uncaring of who might see him. He found his way to the Leaky Cauldron and bought a bottle from the keeper there. He wandered around West End until he found the bottom of it. It broke against the pavement with a shatter as he stumbled his way down the road. Gideon wasn’t completely sure how, but he found himself outside Emmeline’s house at the end of the night. He force himself into the gate and tripped over a chair on his way up to the door. Before he knew it, he was on the ground, huddled against the front door from the chilling wind around him. Gideon didn’t know if Emmeline was inside or not, never got the chance to knock on the door. But he figured she would’ve heard him if she was. His head bobbed, eyes glided shut and he dozed off until an offensively bright light brought him back to earth however long later. “Emme?” He’d said, a deep, deep down part of himself scolding him for being so vulnerable to attack that night. It was just Emmeline, though. His friend, Emmeline. She helped him to his feet and inside her house. He’d started spilling the truth to her before she even asked for it. It took him a moment, but once he started talking, he couldn’t actually stop. Dumbledore told him they’d have to come up with a cover story, but he found himself unable to lie to her. In fact, he wanted her to know. He needed to tell someone that hadn’t been there, to let some air out of his chest. She had been so still, eyeing him tenderly but from a distance. It wasn’t what he wanted, so bold as he was in that moment, he asked for it. He pulled her in and let himself cry for the first time in years. And once he started, so did she and neither of them were truly able to stop until well into the next day. Before he knew it, he was there all the time. Gideon couldn’t bring himself to return to the flat he shared with Fabian and he knew that Emmeline understood that. There was part of him that didn’t want to overstay his welcome, but a bigger part that wanted (needed) to rely on her company every night.

← Amelia & Edgar Bones

Amelia and Edgar Bones were twins. He remembered them from school, but he had never actually known them personally. He would observe them endlessly and in this, find both a likeness and a vast difference between their relationship and his with Fabian. The love was there. They had a bond only twins could understand, but the partnership was absent. Amelia acted more like a caretaker than a sibling, and in turn Edgar seemed to need more from her than she could give. They weren’t a balanced scale, they didn’t know each other’s next move, couldn’t read directly into the brainwaves the other sent like Fabian and Gideon could. Despite these things, being around them wasn’t any easier. Their birthday was a mere two weeks after his own, the first one he had to spend with them and without his brother. Amelia was sweet and had a good head on her shoulders. She was quick on her toes and a good dueler, but she didn’t know real loss and that was completely evident to Gideon. Edgar, likewise, was good at storytelling. He was obviously hiding something from his sister that made him paranoid and inconsistent. Maybe it was a mean thought, but Gideon found them a sorry excuse for twins and they made the hole in his heart throb like it was still a brand new wound.

→ Frank Longbottom

Frank Longbottom had been the gangling boy that shared a dorm with them. They met on the first day, immediately taking a liking to each other. Frank told the twins about his best friend Alice and her cool roommate, Emmeline, and the five of them became and odd pair. Of course, no one could rival the bond between brothers or life long friends, but they enjoyed each other nevertheless. They remained friends all through school and upon graduating, took part in Frank and Alice’s wedding. They helped them move their stuff in together, threw them a large engagement party with a large variety of alcohol that Frank guessed was somehow stolen. They drifted apart naturally when life got busy. Frank and Alice were in the auror program, Fabian and Gideon were in the Order and weren’t allowed to talk about it, Emmeline was studying to be a healer. But the love was still there. Once the shock of initially losing Fabian wore off, Gideon realized he would have to tell their friends and family about Fabian’s death in a way that didn’t give anything away, all the while honoring the fact that his brother died a valiant soldier. It seemed like an impossible task at the time, but he managed to do it. Frank had been the hardest. Instead of telling him the ‘official’ story, he gave him a small piece of the truth. “I can’t tell you how,” he’d admitted. “But he died a hero.”

→ Alice Longbottom

Gideon had never been exceedingly close to Alice. In school she had been Frank’s best friend and Emmeline’s roommate. Then she became Frank’s girlfriend and later on, his wife. They were there every step of the way and cheered them on endlessly, but Alice and the twins never exactly got quality time alone together. They were a five-some, or they were Frank and Alice, Gideon and Fabian, Alice and Emmeline, or even Gideon, Fabian, and Emmeline. Rarely was there any Fabian, Gideon, and Alice. So despite the love she had for them and they for her, their relationship wasn’t deep. That is, until after they lost Fabian. Alice showed up at Emmeline’s place one night, expecting to find her. She had been called into work, however, and Gideon had been there alone. He had answered the door to her surprise and explained the situation. Alice left and Gideon went back to sitting in the silence, lost to the swirling, whirling thoughts inside his head. She had only been gone a few seconds when she returned, however, and when he answered the door this time, she pushed her way into the house and went immediately for the kettle on the stove. As she made them some tea, she flicked her wand and the furniture in the living room rearranged itself so that there was a large space on the floor covered in blankets and pillows. Alice carried the tea into the space and sat down, beckoning him over. As if in a daze, he obliged. She was shuffling a deck of exploding snap cards when he lowered himself across from her. She was smiling, but it was a little too casual. “What are you doing?” He was finally able to ask. She started dealing out the cards before them as she explained that Frank had been her biggest contributor to moving on from the death of her younger brother and all they would do was play games until she couldn’t hold her eyes open anymore. It was like someone had splashed Gideon in the face with cold water. He suddenly remembered that Alice had lost a sibling too, several years before. He asked her if she would be willing to talk about him, to which she replied that after such a stretch of time, she would be happy to. This led them to staying up well into the night talking about their lost siblings, then their living ones, then their parents and onto the rest of their families. After that, Gideon had an insurmountable love and admiration for Alice that wouldn’t likely be rivaled.

GIDEON PREWETT IS CURRENTLY CLOSED FOR APPLICATIONS.

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