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[fabian]

Fabian's robes were pressed, his tie was perfectly tied in a lovely Windsor knot. His shoes were shined until they reflected his surroundings. He headed down to breakfast with his nice leather school bag slung over his left shoulder. He smiled widely as he walked into the Great Hall for breakfast and waved off some third year girls from Hufflepuff with a wide and generous wave of his hand. He sat at his table, Gryffindor's, close, but not too close to his friends.

He did not want to be bothered much this morning. He had some serious planning to do. First, Filch had just got Dumbledore to ban magic in the halls between class. This just had Fabian written all over it. After all, this was a school of magic. And secondly, the morning paper. The morning Daily Prophet was like Fabian's crack. He loved being in the loop, so he liked knowing what was going on in the world and Hogwarts.

The owls swooped in as Fabian's breakfast appeared magically on his golden plate and the pumpkin juice filled his golden goblet. Fabian swept his red hair back and took a sip. He easily moved his goblet and plate out of reach of the Daily Prophet owl. He gave it the money and took the paper, only then giving it a sip. That owl took off to be replaced by one from home, namely his mom.

Fabian took the letter and let the owl have whatever. He stroked its head before it flew off into the ceiling. He opened the parchment letter and quickly read over it. More reminders to keep up with school, stop getting into trouble, Molly was pregnant again, blah, blah, blah, the usual. He only paid attention when his mother warned him to stay away from Hogsmeade. Fabian was confused at this point and even more confused when his mom changed subjects to ask what he wanted for Christmas.

Fabian reminded himself to write a reply first chance and then tucked the letter away, wondering if Gideon got much of the same. Probably not the part about the school work, seeing as Gideon was a nerd. Fabian unfolded his newspaper with a skillful snap of the wrist and let his eyes roam over the front page. They were assaulted with a large image of Hogsmeade, deserted of all students.

Fabian skipped the article about robe fashion for the fall of '74 and headed for the Hogsmeade one. He read it over once and then again, trying to soak in all the details. Someone had gone missing... Fabian whistled under his breath, shocked that a student could have disappeared from Hogsmeade without anyone noticing. And only a third year too. Fabian was left with a lot of questions and little answers.

He folded up the newspaper to sneak read in the back of his class, scooped some toast and crispy bacon into a napkin and stuck it in his pocket, stood-his shoes squeaking slightly-and headed for the door. He was so absorbed in the newspaper an inch from his face that he walked right into someone. Being sturdy, Fabian barely felt it.

[HESTIA DARCY JONES]

being alone is starting to take its toll, i'm cold

Hestia looked, for lack of a better word, dishevelled. She hadn’t got up too much in the past few days, nothing to do with boys either, she just happened to be in a restless bout with no sleep on the way to her. Honestly, she was itching for something to do, as she had spent her night wandering around the castle avoiding Filch and Mrs. Norris (who she adored) the best she could. It was a night full of wonders and woes but she hadn’t slept yet which was why she was little worse for wear, not wanting to stop moving less she fall asleep in some random corridor. That was probably the last thing she wanted at the moment especially since she was already on horrible terms with Filch, he would no sooner send her to his office and write up a detention slip for her for some random infraction that she had made many moons ago. Detention was not one of her favourite things in the world and even less when it came to Filch’s detentions. She didn’t want to be polishing silver and trophies till the wee hours of the morning.

Wandering down the halls, the black haired maiden gave a yawn, combing her hand through her hair to fix the mess. There wasn’t much else that she could do aside from that because she was still trying to fight off the sleep that was stirring in her now. She hadn’t really been sleeping well in the last few days and it was only going to get worse from here on out. Hes had been having a few nightmares before the restless nights began and she couldn’t help herself too much when it came to things. She was a bit hopeless, even on information that was going around in the village or at school. She didn’t know about any missing person or thing, she was just concerned about how to pass the next test in classes more so than little girls at Hogwarts and their boyfriends. After a few more turns, Hestia had found herself near the Great Hall and she thought that would be a great time to get a bit of breakfast, though she was a bit slow on the uptake of this. She has been so absorbed with herself that she hadn’t noticed anyone really leaving the Great Hall and thus collided with someone.

Being that she wasn’t the strongest girl in the world, Hestia bounced right off the person, tumbling backward and to the ground. Hestia instinctively dropped her hand to her skirt, keeping it down as she looked towards who she had bumped into. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going and I’m a bit tired you see and…” the dark haired girl stopped before she could blurt out more random things to say. “Sorry.” she said again, pursing her lips a bit as she sat up to look at the red headed male. Hestia really hadn’t expected to bounce right off the male and land on the floor, but by some miracle that was how it happens. “Umm… are you alright?” she asked, though not exactly sure since she was the one on the floor.

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[fabian]

Entranced by the new wizarding fashions for Fall, Fabian barely glanced at the girl on the floor. In reality, he had hardly noticed that he had run into someone. But when she spoke, Fabian looked up from the newspaper, a picture of a witch modeling new Quidditch robes spotting Hestia before he did. The picture pointed, but being a picture, could do little more to direct his attention. Fabian scanned his horizon, which was high since he was tall. Then he lowered his eyes slowly, to meet hers. "Why are you on the floor?" He asked, slightly confused.

When he realized that he had in fact cause her to be on the floor, he flushed slightly and then tucked the newspaper under his arm. He then offered his large hand to her to help her up. "No, no, it is my fault. I was careless." He offered her a charming, if impish, grin. "Please forgive me." He tilted his head to look at her curiously. "And why are you so tired? Lumpy bed, restless night, homework?" He listed off the options rapid fire, barely pausing for her answer.

"Me? Of course I am alright. I am Fabian Prewett! I am always alright. But if you are eluding to my intense study of the newspaper, which I think you might be, I would then have to say that a piece of news had disturbed me." Fabian brought the newspaper out from under his arm and snapped it open. He then pointed at the front page. "A girl has gone missing and Hogsmeade is dangerous. This is troublesome, to phrase it mildly." He indeed did look troubled, but then his face cleared as did he his throat, and he gave the girl a smile.

"I have introduced myself, but yet I don't know your name. That's not very fair, is it?" He asked, raising one ginger eyebrow. "And I know what you are thinking. He's a ginger, how can I trust this soulless-demon-child?" He chuckled. "That's just a rumor. We are actually the spawn of Satan, so there you have it. And we do have souls... We just don't use them." He felt cheerful now. And he was laughing at his jokes, even if no one else did. "Ah, mon amie. Your hair!" He cried dramatically.

He offered her a comb from his leather bag and winked. "I like to keep up my appearance. And a girl as pretty as you, well, even if you could pull off bedhead, it won't be popular for about..." He did some quick calculating, "Another thirty years." Fabian was a seer, if he could only catch glimpses. Being a pureblood, this was not so unexpected, but it was still rare. However, his visions seemed to be limited to fashion trends rather than life and death moments. Though he did keep seeing those horrible black robes with carved masks...

Fabian shook himself from this haunting vision and focused on the girl. "I'm a Gryffindor. You know, proud, loyal, brave, all that jazz." He tapped his chest, where his house crest rested. "And you must be... HUFFLEPUFF." He said louder than he had previously been speaking. He sounded eerily like the Sorting Hat. Fabian fell quiet, waiting for her reaction. This was him on a normal day. If she was scared, she should see him with Gideon.

[/justify]

[HESTIA DARCY JONES]

being alone is starting to take its toll, i'm cold

Hestia never got flustered because she never saw the point in it. She often just owned up to her mistakes because she was just like that but right now she was a little bit embarrassed, she couldn’t exactly help it. Though her cheeks didn’t go flush, she just looked up at the redheaded male with a look of pure confusion. Sitting there, she had blurted out what she was thinking more than what she actually wanted to say, but that was because she was a little strange like that. Most of the words that came to her mind, she would never really say because it wasn’t appropriate or she just didn’t think it very delicate for the conversation at hand, not that she was having a conversation. Not six words out of his mouth and she had glared at him, but only for a moment before he had actually gathered himself. Right after that she didn’t seem so annoyed, mostly because he apologized as well, which was good because she didn’t want to have been the only one, then again Fabian Prewett was a Gryffindor, which unlike the Slytherins were tamer.

“It’s fine.” she muttered, taking his hand to help herself up. Smoothing her shirt and robes down she smiled. She didn’t feel that anything was broken, which was good but still. “Just a lack of sleep… restless night, I suppose.” she answered him, though not exactly sure. She wasn’t all that sure that it was a restless night or not, but she had tried just about everything to get to sleep from moving furniture to tired her out to getting a spot of tea from the kitchen, which never turned out alright. It seemed that the House Elves disliked her a little, but that was probably because she would drop by the weird hours of the night; sometimes bring Filch with her since he was hot on her tail about being out of bed after hours. She never really meant to cause a ruckus but Filch was really a hard nut to get away from, especially when he was pretty much breathing down your neck. Hestia was three hundred and twenty percent sure that Filch was just a person that would never like any student so long as they were at Hogwarts, jealous or otherwise.

“Ah, I suppose it was nice running into you, Fabian…” Hestia said, still checking if she was actually alright. “And, yes, that would be something to be concerned about, especially since it was her first trip to Hogsmeade and all.” she mumbled, taking a closer look at the paper as she mussed with her hair again. “Though, I never thought that Hogsmeade would be that dangerous, especially since it is a village where everyone watches out for everyone else.” she muttered, looking towards him. “Oh, oh right, sorry, where are my manners. I’m Hestia, Hestia Jones.” she nodded a bit, “And I was not thinking that, I happen to like gingers, thank you.” she chuckled, still combing her hand through her hair.

When he pulled out the comb she gave a small smile, “No, no, I’m fine.” she muttered, knowing that she didn’t need the comb because she was perfectly fine with her hair in shambles. “I suppose that is true, but really, it’s fine.” she muttered pulling out her wand to promptly fix her hair. “… thirty years?” she mimicked, not really sure what he was up to. Hes had hear that Fabian was a little odd, but nothing that she wasn’t already used to, she hoped. It wasn’t like he was that strange, she was pretty sure that he wasn’t as odd as everyone said he was. Actually, Hestia was sure that there were odder people in her house than all of Gryffindor.

A little shaken by his sudden outburst, Hestia tried her best to laugh at it, especially since it was actually quite funny. He really was like other Gryffindors that she knew, he was just as outgoing as well. “You would be right, sir!” she said, holding up her Hufflepuff crest with a bit of pride, though she wasn’t that much of a Hufflepuff at all. “I think that I would make a better something else though.” she nodded toward him, “… and you’re as odd as they say, but in a good way.” she added.

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[fabian]

Fabian nodded, understanding. "I have those nights too. Sometimes I just cannot get my mind to shut up and let me sleep!" He slapped his forehead dramatically for effect to match his words. He really did have those night. Usually they were cause by his visions keeping him up all night. It was so frustrating when they were not just spelled out. They were always mysterious and frustrating.

Fabian nodded, a loose strand of hair flopping onto his forehead. He pushed this back and looked around carefully. "And then there are those things coming into the village." He murmured quietly, afraid of being overhead. "But yeah, scaring thought. Hogsmeade should be enjoyable, not frightening." His voice returned to its former level. "And especially since it is a magical village... Near a school with the most powerful wizard at its helm." Fabian nodded, agreeing with her.

He grinned brightly. "Ah! Hestia! Goddess of the hearth, right? How nice and comforting. Are you a comforting person, Hestia Jones?" He asked, teasing lightly. "And you like gingers? Am I one of the best gingers you have found? I happen to find myself very easy on the eyes." He winked playfully at her out of the corner of his eyes. Fabian raised his eyebrows in slight surprise. "Are you sure, cause once I put the comb away it's gone!" He said dramatically, slowing putting the comb back into his bag inch by inch. He looked like he was completely serious and shocked at the same time.

Fabian nodded unconsciously, not finding anything wrong with his statement until he realized that she did not know one of the most important things about himself. He looked at her, his face devoid of mischief and joking. He was judging her reaction. "I am a seer. But... It seems to be limited to fashion trends." He said, looking away and coloring a bit. Every time Fabian told this to someone knew, their reactions-especially if a girl-were the same. 'No way! Will you help me get ready for blah blah blah?' like he was some gay fashion encyclopedia time traveler thing. Well one, he wasn't gay, and two, he did not time travel. He just happened to see fashions, and like them. So sue him.

Fabian laughed cheerfully at her reaction to his guess on her house. He clapped his hands slowly, smiling. "I knew I was good, but not that good." He drawled, sounding cocky but friendly. "I feel accomplished within myself." He said, taking on a grand tone. He swept her a bow from the waist and looked up into her face, his eyes alight with mischief. Then he frowned slightly and straightened, scratching his chin.

"I'm odd? Who says that I, Fabian Phoebus Prewett, am odd? I am the most normal, sane boy that you will ever meet within the walls of Hogwarts!" He said, puffing out his chest and arching a red eyebrow. He leaned in close, looking for any sign of a lie in her eyes. Then he realized that he did not know what a lie in the eyes looked like, so he huffed, and leaned back, crossing his arms. He looked like a pouting little boy. "I still do not think I am odd. What about you Hestia Jones, do you think I am odd? Do you think yourself to be odd? That is the question." Then he chortled. "It's like Shakespeare. To be odd or not to be odd, that is the question!"

[HESTIA DARCY JONES]

being alone is starting to take its toll, i'm cold

Hestia paid no mind to the new when it came right down to it. She didn’t really find that it was worth her time or more so that it was something that she mind so much when it came to things. It was a whole mess that she rather not get involved with, especially since there was a lot of blood talk going around. There had always been debate about blood here and there, foul words being tossed about like owls. It was just something that was happening outside of her reach or at least something that she wanted to be outside of her reach, anyway. She didn’t want to be bothered with such things, especially since she was a halfblood. She didn’t want any part of this, at all; if anything it was her mission in her life not to be bothered with such things until she was absolutely sure that it was going to make her life a living hell. Maybe that was why she didn’t get a lot of sleep and frankly, that would make loads of sense because she thought to much as it was, though she tried her best not to. “Those nights plague me… among other things that plague me.” she muttered looking away from him for a moment. It was too true but she couldn’t exactly figure out why, aside from thinking so much. There was a lot to be said about it the things that were going on in her mind, but not a lot of it was actually super particular. They were just like ideas in her head that would never go away. They just seemed to consume her time and take her mind off what was actually important, like food or homework.

“Well… magical or not… there are still people like that in the world.” she mumbled, though it was obviously more common in the muggle world, it happened in the wizarding one as well. Hogsmeade was a nice place, full of wonderful people and she couldn’t imagine how this would have happened, especially since they were just innocent people. Only third years and up were allowed to go to Hogsmeade and seeing the fact that this had just happened, Hestia didn’t really know what to think. There were just a lot of things happening now and she couldn’t exactly figure them out. “Things are just happening out of nowhere, and the creatures aren’t exactly helping?” she muttered, looking around a bit more. There wasn’t really much to say.

“Ah, yes.” she said giving a sigh of relief when he changed the subject so easily. “… I try to be?” Hes added, trying to slip in a word before he went on again. “I do love gingers, they are…” she blushed, looking at him for a moment then shook her head, though it really didn’t help that he had winked at her. There was nothing else to be said about that, she just really liked gingers considering it was a little less bland than everything else in the world.

Then she tilted her head, looking up at him for a moment, catching his eye trying to figure out if he was actually joking or not. She wasn’t exactly sure if he was joking because he was a Prewett twin and from what she had heard they always had an eye for mischief, even when it wasn’t exactly the worst. “Well… that isn’t something you hear every day.” Hestia said before chewing on her lip figuring that it wasn’t actually something to lie about. “You must have so much fun talking to girls.” she said, running her hands through her hair a bit. It wasn’t because he had worried her about the fashion trends; it was more of a nervous habit if anything.

“It is a small kind of accomplish, I suppose.” she nodded a little bit, looking over to him as he swept himself into a bow. She couldn’t help but smile at this, especially when she noticed the same air of mischief about him like he was about to do something crazy and mysterious. “I would say that you’re a little odd.” she replied with a nod. It wasn’t a terrible thing to be odd, she rather liked odd people over the normal sort because they were more interesting and, well, Fabian was very interesting. “It isn’t a bad odd though.” she nodded again, a smile playing on her lips. “And I think myself as a bit odd, mostly because… being normal is rather boring.”

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