Fabian wants destruction and rampage. (revelations_) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-05-11 00:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/05 may, amelia bones, fabian prewett |
Who: Amelia Bones and Fabian Prewett
When: Sunday, 10 May, 1979; Evening
Where: Amelia's flat.
What: Fabian can't back down from a dare.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Status: Completed log!
Fabian was slowly beginning to feel more and more like himself. The attacks and subsequent owling of body-parts had been weighing heavily on his mind. This wasn't a joke. Which should have been obviously, really. People were dying every day for this war - or so he assumed - and it was always only a matter of time before they were targeted. He had been lucky enough to receive nothing in the post by Dorcas and Sirius' attackers. But he'd been preoccupied with wondering just how long he'd be safe. How long before he and Gideon would have to throw their stuff together and just move. These weren't thoughts Fabian was used to. He wasn't all about the doom and gloom. He worked very hard to stay away from that, really. But he was getting back to that, a little at a time. Banter always helped. And all that shit with Benjy, well. Fabian had never been good at turning down a bet. And hell, he wasn't wrong. Amelia could be a bitch. So, there was nothing especially creative or interesting about this. He just made his way to her front door, bored to tears on a Sunday night. Later, he might owl Rita. But one thing at a time. Fabian knocked. Amelia was home, by some chance of fate. She'd returned not an hour before, after visiting with Caradoc at the Leaky. Pyjamas and a book were the order of the evening, an attempt to calm her mind even further after a hellish week. And it wasn't even a week. It'd been the whole damn month of April, and it seemed that May wasn't going to be any better at all. As for returning to normal... she didn't know what that was anymore. It seemed that frustration and fear had been such constant companions for so long that feeling anything else seemed abnormal. She continued wishing for a return to the simple happiness that she remembered from her childhood, but even she couldn't deny that was long gone. Fabian's knock startled her. Her heart crowded into her throat; she gripped her wand and rose from her seat, placing her book haphazardly on the table before her. She had wards - she'd be an idiot not to. But she also couldn't imagine that a Death Eater would knock, either. She approached the door cautiously, and peered through the eyehole after switching on the light, nearly collapsing in relief when it showed Fabian looking slightly bored. She unlocked the door and pulled it open, and stood for a moment, looking at him. "Fabian... is there something wrong? Are you all right?" Fabian made a vague gesture, "Hi, yeah, no, I'm fine," he said offhandedly. He leaned against the door jamb, propped up with his elbow. "I really just needed to tell you that you can be a right bloody bitch sometimes is all. It's more like a public service announcement really. Just less public. I mean, I understand if you don't know that you're doing, but I'm just here to tell you that, really, you can be a right bit fucking bitchy. Just so you know." He kept a perfectly straight face through his whole speech - though it was all improvised. He could have been talking about the weather. Amelia's initial relief was replaced, in quick order, by a general disbelief and then a very specific anger. She stared at him a moment, eyebrows shooting up. Mouth pursed, she merely stepped back and swung the door shut - harder than she meant to. A moment later she snatched it open again and, ignoring any cries of pain from her "favourite" cousin, opened her mouth. "What?!" she squawked, her brow now lowered and her face absolutely, completely thunderous. "How dare you! You are a complete and utter arse and --" She cut herself off, instincts kicking in as she pointed her wand at him. She didn't hesitate before she said the words to the Bat-Bogey Hex quite calmly and clearly. She hadn't done that in years and in all honesty, it felt wonderful. Well, that hadn't gone very well. He managed to mostly got himself out of the way of the door, but it caught his fingers somewhere between the first and second knuckle and he howled in pain. His fingertips were suddenly numb and pain radiated from the point of impact. "Ow, fucking fuck, oh my FUCK!" he swore up a storm, holding his hand close to his chest as if it would somehow ease the pain. It didn't. Godric, she really was a bitch. Fabian only just barely realised she was pointing her wand at him, and out of pure instinct, he dropped, avoiding the hex by a quarter of an inch. He reached for his wand, to at least defend himself, but of course she had to have broken his bloody WAND hand and he didn't dare flex them. "Fuck!" he swore again, fumbling with his left hand as he cast a weak shield charm to protect himself. Mouth pressed together, she huffed loudly, and reached out to haul him into her flat. "Good Merlin, you're such a damned prat, Fabian Prewett. Sit down," she ordered, stomping away to fetch the medikit that she'd taken to having around. She sat beside him and not-so-gently (he had to be punished, naturally) pulled his hurt hand towards her. She looked at it for a moment, then said, almost cheerfully, "I think I broke your fingers." An instant later she'd let him have his hand back, and shoved a mild pain potion into his other one. "Give me a moment and I'll find a spell to fix it." Fabian was all but dragged back into her flat and for a half second, he felt like he was stuck in the den of a very angry dragon. It went away quickly though as he sat heavily onto the couch, trying desperately not to move his fingers. That wasn't really helped along by her grabbing his hand. "Oww," he yelped, slightly pathetic as she examined his fingers. "Oh, you fucking think so, do you?" he grumbled indignantly, looking very put out by how this little visit had turned out. Still, he was quiet as he swallowed the pain potion and irritably watched his first finger start to swell. "Mm," she answered, looking through the small booklet that came with the kit. She continued, absently. "Next time you call me a bitch you'll watch where you put your hands, won't you?" She looked up at him, absolutely and completely serious, and met his eyes. "Don't you ever do that again." She left it at that, thinking that any sort of further threat would be counter-productive and cancel whatever effectiveness those words had had. Looking back to the book, she trailed her finger down the page and nodded. "Right, give me your hand again." She pointed her wand at it and muttered another spell. The tip of her wand glowed for a moment, and she looked faintly proud of herself. "Yep, it's broken. I don't think this has a spell to fix it completely like a Healer would. It'll make it feel better but it'll be a few more days before it's completely healed, unless you go to St Mungo's." Fabian had several retorts for her. Like how he'd be sure to keep his hand closer to his wand next time he called her a bitch to her face. And there was still an edge of challenge in his eyes, even as she scolded him. Fabian Prewett didn't bloody apologise to anyone. And he was right. She slammed his hand in the door! The fact that he'd shown up just to call her a bitch and that she was now trying to fix his hand had conveniently disappeared from his mind. She's broken four of his fingers, Merlin's fucking beard. He didn't much want to give her his hand again, not especially liking the idea of her possibly just blasting the whole appendage off or something. And to have let her do it. His pride hurt enough for just letting her break them. At the next bit of news though, he frowned slightly, looking vaguely worried. He had to work tomorrow. "I'll go to Mungo's," he muttered, already moving to stand up. "Ta for the potion." Which was all he was going to bother thanking her for. She didn't bother to stand with him. He'd been there before and knew where the door was. Moreover, he also had arrived at her home to insult her without any provocation. He could bloody well show himself out. "You're welcome." Fabian made an indiscriminate noise of acknowledgement and did indeed showed himself out. But as he thought of telling Benjy, he couldn't quite help the smile that pulled at the corners of his lips as he closed the door behind him. Totally worth it. |