Full Name: Fabian Ignatius Prewett
Nicknames: Fab, or the Little Prewett. I donāt mind other nicknames..
Age: Sixteen years old
Birthdate: September 4, 1960
Home Town: Just outside of Ottery St. Catchpole, a town in Devon, England.
Sexuality: Homosexual, but not sure yet.
House: Even though his sister was placed in Gryffindor, and so were his parents, Fabian was genuinely surprised when the Sorting Hat placed him in the same house. He wasnāt chivalrous, he wasnāt courageous. And he didnāt look all that great in crimson and gold. Fabian supposed he had a lot of nerve, and maybe he was a bit daring. Perhaps you grew into the name Gryffindor. Over the years heās slowly gained confidence in his abilities, but heās still shy and quiet. Not as boisterous as his housemates or his brother. Heād always thought of himself as more of a Ravenclaw than a Gryffindor, in one of the houses that was more in the shadows than the two rival houses.
Wand: Fabianās 11ā -inch wand is made from ebony, with a core of demiguise hair. The jet black wood is impressive in color and surely everyone has heard that it is highly suited to Transfiguration (which happens to be one of Fabianās best classes. It is said that ebony goes well with those who have the confidence to be themselves and are comfortable with the person they are. Fabian would be comfortable with who he was, when he found out a bit more about himself. Heād read somewhere that a person would still be finding themselves well into their adult years.
Likes: Heās always loved to gaze at the stars, be it in Astronomy class or from the telescope he has back at home, or just looking up at the night sky as he lays in the backyard at home. Fabian finds it peaceful and enchanting, like heās away from all of his troubles. Also, he enjoys the sweet taste of chocolate or any other sweet. Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate. He loves when the trolley rolls around on the train, or when Hogsmeade weekends come around so that he can speed to Honeydukes and stock up. Another thing that he couldnāt help but enjoy were the winter months. Fabian liked being able to see his breath in front of him as he walked outside. Also he had a secret love for sketching things, not unlike his very well known love for reading. His brother and his older sister caught him doing it before, but no one else really knew of it. Fabian liked to hang out around his brother, they could be found around each other a lot. He liked doing whatever crazy things he and Gideon came up with, pulling pranks that he usually thought through. Fabian liked making things happen.
Dislikes: Fabian has always disliked being told that he canāt do something or that he doesnāt quite understand. Itās why he throws himself into his books and his class work, and why heās a bit more competitive with his studies. Another dislike of his is pumpkin juice. It just leaves a bad taste in his mouth, thatās all. Like some others, he doesnāt like the Muggle interpretation of wizards: having long beards with starry cloaks. Well.. that applies to Dumbledore but not all wizards. Fabian doesnāt like being protected, he knows that he can take care of himself. He isnāt weak, despite the fact that he may be a bit shy and gets caught in his thoughts sometimes. Last but not least.. he really doesnāt like the itchy sweaters that his mother makes him, but because he loves her so much he wears them.
Boggart: Thunder or lightning. Heās heard people call it Brontophobia. Itās an abnormal and persistent fear of thunder that causes undue anxiety even though sufferers realize that thunder itself poses no threat to them. When he is outdoors during a thunderstorm, he suffers extensive anxiety and when heās indoors he hides under his desk or in his closet while heās home. If Molly is there, or even Gideon, he tried to stay calm. Heās sure that they noticed something though. Gideon has started hanging around more when thereās a storm brewing.
Best Classes: Astronomy and Transfiguration. Stargazing has always been something interesting to Fabian. He would often be found lying outside in the grass and staring at the sky. Before even attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Fabian could name all of Jupiterās moons and if given a proper telescope he could point them out in the sky. He believed that the practice of astronomy was like seeing the origin of the universe. Although his marks in Potions class were just as high as they were in Transfiguration, he decided to choose the most enjoyable of the two. Transfiguration was certainly the most complex and most dangerous sort of magic heād learned so far and it intrigued him. Ever since reading the story of Circe heād been interested. There was so much to learn and Fabian is the type to go after knowledge.
Worst Classes: Fabian had barely passed the O.W.Lās in Herbology and Muggle Studies. Heād only known so much in Herbology because of his research, but the hands-on experiences in the class nearly took away his grade and other things heād rather not talk about. It was his least favorite class other than Muggle Studies. His essays were the only thing keeping him able to pass in each of the classes. Itās not that he looked down on Muggles, but everything with them was so complex. He grew up using magic and studying all things magical. Fabian knew that they werenāt all so different, but muggles had to use electricity and things such as that, while all he needed to do was barely flick a wand to make anything happen. It was a hassle, but it was easy to learn. His teachers always told him he didnāt understand the beauty of either of the classes. This angered him sometimes.
Personality: There were many words to describe Fabian Prewett. Shy, conscious, cautious, and modest. Of course, he was all of those. But he was a Prewett. He was coy, he had confidence (sometimes, you know, involving his studies), and he could pull pranks with the best of them (not to the Marauderās extent).
History: Melinda and Averell Prewett werenāt trying for more children. Their Molly was just fine, and they could handle her on her own. But when Averell found out that his wife was pregnant again, well they couldnāt be happier. Theyād called around the best healer (had him do the procedure at least three times. āJust to be sure,ā Averell muttered) and the man had confirmed that she was with children. Twins were a rarity in the wizarding world but the healer told them that in seven months theyād be holding their two sons. Many preparations were made, like the nursery and quick ways to make sure the healer would be able to get to them quickly, wherever they were. They went through everything, Melinda taking all the right potions at morning and night to make sure that her babies would be healthy and capable. Three weeks before the twins were due, Melinda began to feel the contractions. The waves of pain traveling over her belly, and her back. Melinda knew what was happening, previous contractions werenāt like this. She screamed for her husband, and he instantaneously sent Molly to firecall the healer. He stood by his wife as her water broke and the healer bustled into the room. After a good three or four hours, Melinda was just waking up again and her husband sat next to her bed with both of the little boys held close against him. The healer had cleaned them, made sure they were healthy, and checked over Melinda before leaving again. As she woke, Averell handed her a potion that would help her. They named the two Fabian Ignatius, after Averellās brother and Gideon.
A few years passed, and it was only about a month after the boysā fifth birthday. Melinda was trying to put Fabian down for his nap, Gideon had already fallen asleep (running around the house tired him out quickly). Fabian twisted and squirmed in her arms and began to wail loudly. The sound echoed throughout the house and Melinda tried quieting him. She began to sing to him quietly, bouncing him up and down in on her hip. Then something extraordinary happened. Fabian was yelling out āI wanna play, I wanna playā, and Melinda looked around the room, trying to find out what could sate the young child. Then she froze, calling her husband into the room. When Averell walked in, he stared around the room and grinned. Nearly all of the toys in Fabian and Gideonās toy chests were floating in midair. After a moment they all fell to the ground, all but Fabianās favorite teddy bear. It was clutched tight in his little fist.
It was only a few days after his eleventh birthday that the post came to their small home outside of Ottery St. Catchpole. No one was surprised that the owl flew in through the kitchen window right at breakfast, but each of them were on their seats. Each day that the post has came after Gideon and Fabianās birthday, everyone was excited about it finally coming. The letters dropped in front of both of them, right into their waiting open palms. It was like silence passed over the entire house as the boys stared at the letters in their hands. āWell, open it!ā To this day Fabian canāt remember if it was Molly or his mother who said those words. He knew though that his older sister was standing right behind Gideon and himself, nearly bouncing with joy. Without a second thought, both of them tore into their envelopes, clutching the letters tight in their hands afterwards.
Dear Fabian Ignatius Prewett..
Molly took up the letter to look over it, and then she passed it over to their parents to gush over. Fabian was so happy that itād finally come. The hours of insecurity, that perhaps he wouldnāt get a letter and Gideon would. Then Gideon patted him on the back and grinned, causing a huge smile to light up his own features. He could now go to Hogwarts, travel on the Hogwarts express, play Quidditch on the pitch, find more people to play Gobstones with. Gideon would play with him but after a few games heād get tired of it and go off somewhere.
On the outside he seemed so calm about it all, at least he hoped he did. On the inside, standing there in front of the entrance to Platform 9 Ā¾ made him feel nauseous. Heād read āHogwarts: A historyā around five times and could recite it from cover to cover. That didnāt mean that he wouldnāt be insane with anxiety. His fingers twitched and trying to take a deep breath didnāt work at all, and Molly was hovering behind him like a mother hen, repeatedly telling him that heād be fine and he shouldnāt be getting so distressed. Then she retold the tale of how she felt when sheād first arrived at the platform to go to Hogwarts. Perhaps he would have felt better with his brother at his side. Gideon had already rushed through to the platform, and now it was his turn.
Molly was standing there with him, her hand laying on his shoulder in an act to comfort his nerves. She told him about how she would count to ten when she was feeling antsy. With a few quick nods, Fabian closed his eyes and began to count. One. Two. Three. Four. Besides, what would Gideon think with him not being right behind him? Five. Six. Why was he feeling this way anyways? Heād heard all of Mollyās stories about going to Hogwarts and he enjoyed them all. Seven, eight. It wasnāt as though it would be the first time heād been to the platform, itād just be the first time heād finally be able to get on the train. If heād just calm down, he could get ready to begin what could be the best years of his life. There would be quidditch, and heād finally be able to find someone to play gobstones with him. Nine. Ten. Mollyās hand left his shoulder and Fabianās bright green eyes turned towards the brick column and he began to run towards it.
Once on the other side, his eyes widened in awe. Everything seemed to be in a new light, now that it was his turn. Gideon was at his side, that wicked grin plastered on his lips and Molly was off again to speak to her friends. āTook you long enough,ā He said. Fabian nudged him with his shoulder and smiled. For the next few minutes, he accepted a quick hug from his father and near a dozen kisses on the forehead from his mother. Everyone started making their way towards the train. He planted himself down in the first available compartment and by the time they reach Hogwarts, Fabianās eyes were dry from staring from his window.
As they stepped into the small boats, he nearly broke his neck as he turned his head back and forth to take in everything. Fabian didnāt want to seem too excited, so he tried settling down, still fidgeting a bit in the boat. Finally, he was walking through the Hogwarts halls after dinner, after being sorted into Gryffindor. He was still in awe when he lay in his bed that night.
When classes started, he was ecstatic to be learning. In Transfiguration, heād already read through āIntermediate Transfigurationā. He changed his match into a needle right after one of the Ravenclaws he was in class with, smiling blindingly bright afterwards. In Potions, he read over the ingredients and instructions on how to make the boil-cure potion twice. Even raised his hands when he had a question. History of Magic class was incredibly boring, no matter how hard the professor tried to make it interesting.. After a few years, he figured that with his intellect, heād already be in the Slug Club, but he wasnāt upset about it. Fabian just wanted to be great, like the others would be. Perhaps the professor would allow him in this year?
Anything else?: Since the family owl usually brings the mail to he and his siblings, Fabian didnāt bother to buy an owl before attending Hogwarts. He decided instead on an attractive slate blue-grey, short-haired breed of a domestic cat called a Korat. After reading up on the breed, if anyone asked about Antares he would begin rambling about the breed.
