Fabian wants destruction and rampage. (revelations_) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-04-05 20:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/04 april, alecto carrow, amelia bones, amycus carrow, fabian prewett |
Who: Fabian Prewett, Amelia Bones, Amycus Carrow & Alecto Carrow
When: 05 April, 1980; middle of the evening
Where: The Leaky Cauldron
What: A long-awaited fight
Rating: PG-13, likely.
Status: Threaded, in-progress
Oh, Merlin this was ridiculous. Today could not possibly be worse. So Fabian thought, as he flipped his journal shut to avoid having to read any more of the absolute vomit that spewed from Amycus Carrow's quill. There was a long-standing feud between the Prewett twins and the Carrow twins and Fabian's only regret was that Gideon was at work. Still, he'd proclaimed that he had plans tonight, and was in fact, carrying out those plans right now as he ordered another round for himself and Amelia sitting across from him. The Leaky was quiet tonight, being Sunday. It wasn't exactly a prime location for picking up women. But for once, that wasn't Fabian's agenda. He was here with his cousin and he was trying to avoid their bit of news from today. Godric. "So, anyway," he was saying. "I think I'm going to go watch the whole lot of nephew's later this week. I haven't seen them in ages." Amelia was glad when Fabian put away the journal; she'd been watching his growing frustration with Amycus Carrow for the last half hour, and had only barely managed to keep herself from jumping into the fray. But, well, Carrow wasn't worth getting upset over, even if his words were heinous. To be more precise: Carrow wasn't worth getting upset over now. Later, perhaps. But now? Now she'd prefer to have her cousin's undivided attention. "Watch them? As in... you, Fabian Prewett, taking care of every single one of them all at once? I really want to see this," she said after a long pull of her drink. "Just remember, you can't use any of the spells you use to subdue your dragons. Mothers aren't particularly fond of those, you know." Fabian looked theatrically abused at the words. "Yes, me, Fabian Prewett, can handle my six nephews all at once, that you very much. Besides, it's only Fred and George that you have to be much worried about. Bill and Charlie more or less can take care of themselves." Fabian swirled his scotch in his glass and leaned back in his chair. "And anyway, I haven't seen Molly in awhile either. Although Arthur is a bit touched in the head I think. Makes me worry about the boys." Fabian was about half-teasing. He and his brother-in-law were on good terms. But he did think Arthur was a bit off his rocker. "Poor Molly... Merlin, she's got a handful. The new baby's only a few weeks old, isn't he?" Amelia paused a moment, exaggerating her thinking face. "I haven't seen her since he was born. Maybe I'll beg Mum to go out there one day with me. It's fun messing with Arthur, anyway." She wasn't certain how much sense she was making, jumping all over like that, but at least she wasn't dwelling. She drained her drink then stood, gesturing at Fabian. "Next round's on me. You want the same?" "Yeah, nearly six weeks now. Crying all the time," Fabian wrinkled his nose, but there was a certain sparkle of fondness in his eyes. It was a tragedy he was so intent on his 'don't-think-about-marriage-until-you're-t "Yep, same for me," he answered finishing the last of his and slouching comfortably in his chair when Amelia got up to get the drinks. |