Gideon Silas Prewett (vacillator) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-07-28 01:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dream plot, gideon prewett |
WHO; Gideon Prewett (special appearance by Fabian Prewett)
WHAT; Gideon's dreaming his future
WHEN; Saturday night. dream takes place in summer of 1981.
WHERE; #22
RATING; PG for teh dramz
It was pitch black outside, but Gideon's eyes were assaulted by flashes of light. Waking Gideon had little idea of what was happening, aside from a very familiar sense of urgency. He'd felt that way before, but only in battle. As a bright light flashed in front of his eyes, he was able to place himself in his surroundings. There were five of them, all cloaked in black and hooded, their faces obscured. Fabian was across from him and to the left, his wand poised and ready to defend himself from the ongoing attack. Waking Gideon seemed to both watch from afar and fight at the same time. His movements were automatic: stunning spell thrown to his right, and disarming spell to the left. He aimed a very well-placed curse at one of the Death Eaters by Fabian, hitting him in the wand arm. Undoubtedly, the burning sensation made him drop his wand, but that was only one down for the moment. A merciful delay.
The situation was desperate, and the brothers were outnumbered. That didn't mean Gideon stopped fighting. Help could come at any minute, and both brothers were going to fight until they couldn't anymore. A hex hit Gideon's shoulder as he cast impedimenta, and he felt the joint dislocate itself. Every painful movement as his humerus was pulled from the socket was felt, but he clenched his jaw and carried on. It was only his left arm, and therefore expendable. Attempting to cradle it while he took aim again, he saw Fabian fall out of the corner of his eye. Gideon shouted out, roaring like a lion at the Death Eaters now circling around him. There was no hope. Help would not come. He would go down with his brother. But they were always together in everything. Why not in death, as well? Gideon raised his wand for one last spell as the green light raced toward him.
In a cold sweat, he sprang up in his bed in the village.