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Post by Taylor on Aug 5, 2009 11:45:42 GMT -5
Fabian laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was the day before Christmas, and seven thirty five in the morning. He was still confused how he randomly woke up at this time. Then all of a sudden he heard Muriel scream. "FABIAN IGNATIUS! GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED AND HELP ME." She screamed, making Fabian frown. Why couldn't she pick Gideon? Walking quickly to Aunt Muriel, he put on a small smile. "Okay dear boy, give my your hand." She instructed, and Fabian obeyed. "Now. I'm making you and Gideon knit gloves. No need to see your fingers freeze. That wouldn't make you a healthy man." She babbled, making Fabian fight a sigh. Couldn't Gideon come to the rescue now?
Muriel handed him his black knitted gloves and he went back in his bedroom. He threw them on his bed, looking out the window. There was about two feet of snow outside. That made him happy. Taking his clothes, jeans and a sweater and headed to the bathroom. Changing into them, he brushed his teeth and brushed his hair. Walking back out, he headed to the large room that supplied the christmas tree.
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Post by Haine on Aug 5, 2009 12:19:20 GMT -5
There was very little in the world that could wake up Gideon Prewett, especially at 7:35 in the morning. Notable things that had managed to wake him up were anything that Phil threw at him, and occasionally Fabian, Ashton and Chase.
As far as his parents were concerned - if it was before eleven am, Gideon was dead to the world and therefore there was no need to even attempt to wake him.
Yet this... this was something new altogether. A time that Gideon had considered for a long time just to be a myth - it had not appeared on his clock in front of his eyes for eons. And the person to blame was the she devil herself - aunt Muriel. Luckily she didn't want him, as there was no chance in hell that Gideon could prise himself out of the bed and into the cold. It was like asking the wicked witch of the west to take a bath. She couldn't. She'd just melt.
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Not to self: try asking Muriel to take bath later. Possibilities of melting.
He sighed, pulling the covers further over his head. Whatever it was, there was no chance in hell Gideon was going down there to find out what Muriel wanted from Fabian. Neither was he going down to save Fabian or take pictures to use for future blackmail- just in case, of course.
For this, Fabian would probably make him pay. He liked dear old Muriel as much as Gideon did.
Gideon proceeded to wait impatiently for Fabian to come back upstairs, having long given up hope of going back to sleep.
Finally Fabian came back.
"So what did she want this early in the morning?" he asked, somehow managing to sit up in the bed. Where the hell had he got all this energy from?
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Post by Taylor on Aug 5, 2009 12:36:48 GMT -5
Not expecting to ever see Gideon awake this early, he yelled. "Bloody hell, Gideon. Go back to bed! And she is made us gloves. But Mipsy probably stole yours or something." Fabian said, looking at him. Was this really Gideon? Or a really weird clone? He walked up to Gideon, slowly and flicked his forehead, then backing up, testing him. If this Gideon was all nice and sweet about it, he was running to tell aunt Muriel aliens replaced him. She would probably believe him. She was probably going to freak out and scream, running to Gideon to save him. Fabian stared at him, confused.
Fabian turned around and made his bed neatly. "It's snowing, you know." Fabian said, looking at Gideon. Placing his wand on the night stand, he turned the light that was on the nightstand on. He put his gloves in the wardrobe, then looking at Gideon. Why was Gideon not sleeping?
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Post by Haine on Aug 5, 2009 12:56:00 GMT -5
"Don't you think that if I could be asleep right now, I would be?" Gideon asked, not pleased with this much yelling when it was practically the middle of the night. Well by Gideon's standards it was. He sighed, realising that now he had sat up, it would be pretty much near impossible to lie down again. Bugger. "Mipsy can have them. They'd probably look a whole lot better on her than they would me. You should put yours on, and then I could take pretty little pictures and send them to all our friends. It'd be so much better than a christmas card." He said, a weak grin on his face. That was all he could manage this early.
Then... then he got flicked in the head. Why? Gideon had no clue. As if by reflex, Gideon swung his legs out of the bed in an attempt to kick Fabian. Wow. Now he was even partly out of bed. How the hell was this even happening?
"It's snowing?!" Gideon loved the snow. He was never entirely sure why- yet who didn't like snow? ... stupid question. Gideon could think of a lot of people who didn't like snow. Either way he'd be out in it later, probably beating Fabian with the stuff. And what fun that'd be!
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Post by Taylor on Aug 5, 2009 13:07:13 GMT -5
"MURIEL! GIDEON IS AWAKE." He screamed, smirking at Gideon. He heard Aunt Muriel scream and starting running up the stairs. "Sure. And I'll take pictures of all your care bears." He said, leaning against the wall as Muriel ran in. She had arrived last night, while Gideon was still sleeping. Okay, he tried kicking, this was Gideon. "Oh, Aunt Muriel! He has been whining all year about how much he missed you! He even started crying once!" He lied, smiling. He turned around, not paying attention to what Muriel even did. Probably tackle him with a hug. He deserved it anyways. "And Muriel? He loved the gloves you make for me. He wants them in every color in jacket, socks and scarves. Oh, and sweater. He told me just before you came in. But now he is probably breathless from seeing you." He lied sighing, still focusing on the window.
"Of course, Gidibear." Fabian said, looking back at Gideon, smiling. He was probably going to get attack with at least something later. But he knew he deserved it, Muriel was probably going to make everything now.
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Post by Haine on Aug 5, 2009 14:15:16 GMT -5
Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.
There was no way out of it, except for the window. The window! Now there was a good idea. Who cared if they were upstairs? It was the only chance he had of getting out. Yet, of course, Fabian would try to stop him, if not just to let him suffer.
"That's it- consider yourself dead." he threatened, launching himself at Fabian only to be pulled into a hug by Muriel. God, the woman was like Devil's snare - if he stopped struggling, She wouldn't kill him as fast.
While stuck in her vice like grip, Gideon was trying to use his free hand to reach for his wand on the bedside table. That way He could hex Fabian when she couldn't see. Then again, even if she could see, he'd probably get away with it. Because Gideon could always say that it was provoked - which it most certainly was. Sadly the wand was out of reach, no matter how hard he tried.
Instead Gideon was forced to listen to all of Fabian's lies, occasionally echoing key words in fear and disbelief. "Crying? Every colour? Carebears?"
Seeing as Muriel would let him get away with cursing yet not swearing, Gideon had to mouth this part. 'That's it you bastard- you will pay for this like you've never paid before. And of course I'm breathless - she's bloody well strangling me!'
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Post by Taylor on Aug 5, 2009 15:32:57 GMT -5
"Nah." Fabian said, forcing himself not to laugh as Muriel hugged him. Good Muriel, save him from death. Walking up to Gideon's wand, he grabbed it, then got his wand, holding them in the same hand. "Yes. You didn't even deny it." Fabian said with a smirk. Then Muriel,"Oh baby Gidi! I'll get you /every/ carebear in /every/ color! And I'll knit you everything! And don't you cry, you can come stay with me if you want!'. To Fabian amusement, Gideon cursed-mouthed at him. 'Have fun.' He mouthed back, running out of the room.
Running down stairs, he grabbed his thick jacket, putting it on hurriedly. Running out of the house, into the snow. Kicking up snow, he ran to the shed and grabbed his broom, he jumped on his, then took Gideon's with his free hand. He flew to the river, pausing over it and kicking it harshly, groaning as he realized he forgot shoes. But, the whole river crack, then most of it shattered. Flying back to the other side, he hovered about fifty feet up, wands in the jacket pocket, Gideon's broom in his hand, firmy.
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Post by Haine on Aug 6, 2009 7:47:56 GMT -5
Fabian was so going to pay for leaving him with Muriel, not to mention the lies. Sadly Muriel believed that Gideon was just being bashful and refused to let go off him for another five minutes. Eventually he convinced her that 'absence made the heart grow fonder' and therefore Gideon would be a lot better off if she stayed as far as possible from him while he continued to live here
Finally she left him alone, so he could get changed and then murder Fabian.
After he'd done that, Gideon realised that he didn't have a single clue as to Fabian's whereabouts. Obviously not in the house- that would make him an easy target. That only left outside. First stop: the shed. It'd be a lot easier to try and find Fabian on his broom. Then he could at least throw acorns at him from the sky or something. That was the only other option, seeing as the bastard had stolen his wand...
Gideon sighed, noticing that both broomsticks were missing, Fabian having left the door open. Maybe Gideon could just throw the acorns at him from the ground. Gideon then noticed that there were no acorns around whatsoever.
Bugger.
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Post by Taylor on Aug 6, 2009 8:20:06 GMT -5
Fabian smiled, watching Gideon walk out. "Hello there." He called, smiling. Waving, he moved the hover eight feet above the water. Holding out Gideon's broom, letting the handle brush the water. "Hm. I wonder what would happen if it just...dropped into the river." Fabian said, cocking his head. He smirked at Gideon, watching him. Then he threw Gideon's broom, towards Gideon. Then he threw Gideon's wand back to him. Hovering over to Gideon, he jumped off his broom. Holding out his arm in surrender, he said in defeat,"Feel free to attack.".
Fabian looked at Gideon, waiting for the attack. Then he remember, putting his hand in his pocket. He got his wand and tossed it away from him. "Completely unarmed." He said, waiting. Fabian could imagine the upcoming possible kicks, punches and those other things.
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Post by Haine on Aug 6, 2009 14:08:13 GMT -5
Oh, so there he was. There was the bastard, and with Gideon's wand and broomstick at the same time, right over the ... the river. If Fabian even dared to drop his things in the river, Gideon would make him get them out of there, kill him, then throw his lifeless corpse into the water as payback. Gideon could always just tell their mother that the prat fell in and drowned, and Gideon just couldn't save him... a few fake tears, a sob here and there, and everything would be fine and dandy.
Sure, the river was only around two foot deep, Gideon being six foot. Clearly he shouldn't have a problem with such a thing, considering how it barely came to his knees. Yet considering how many times he'd been pushed into the bloody thing, even water this shallow freaked Gideon out. Yet not as much as horses.
He barely caught his wand as it flew close to his head, yet the broom almost beheaded him. Luckily Gideon managed to dodge just in time.
Now as much as Gideon would have liked to beat the crap out of his brother, it seemed exceptionally suspicious that Fabian would want him to do so and be completely unarmed at the same time. Gideon was now thinking the same thing that Fabian had been thinking only ten minutes-ish ago. How could this person be my brother?
Gideon decided to also take the same form of finding out that Fabian had.
He flicked Fabian on the head and moved back, waiting to see what happened.
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Post by Taylor on Aug 6, 2009 14:33:09 GMT -5
Daring not to smirk as the things nearly hit him, he looked at him. As Gideon flicked him, he walked up, punching him in the jaw. "Asshole." Fabian said, backing up. "That's all I get? A flick? Nice. " Fabian said smirking. Then he backed up, what the hell was coming out from the shed? Wait. It was Gideon. Okay. Why the hell was Gideon coming out of the shed ? Then he realized it, boggart. "G-gideon.." He murmured, taking a step back. Then the boggart screamed, ignoring the real Gideon. "Gideon!" He yelled at the thing. Then it screamed louder and Fabian screamed back,"G-GIDEON!".
He didn't realize that Gideon would probably tease him with this later on, but he didn't care right now. "G-gideon! ..Stop!" He screamed, moving closer to the boggart, but it moved away quickly. Fabian knew what came next, the bleeding. He remembered his wand was rather far from him. "GIDEON! STOP!" He screamed and the other fake Gideon's flinched.
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Post by Haine on Aug 6, 2009 15:02:46 GMT -5
Punched in the jaw? Nice. Yup- that was most definitely Fabian. The arsehole. He groaned in aggravation, spitting out a small amount of blood onto the white snow. Stupid Fabian and his stupid fucking--
What did he want now?
"Yes, Fabian?" he asked, looking up at his brother and eventually following his gaze to... himself. By the shed. Yet how could that happen if Gideon was right there? It was kinda - well a hell of a lot more than kinda- freaky to watch himself scream and Gideon couldn't help but just stare at it.
Fabian seemed to believe it too, obviously forgetting that the real Gideon was behind him. It was only a matter of time later that he realised that it was a boggart. Which had chosen to hide in the shed of all places. I mean, come on. Why couldn't the damn thing have hidden itself in the room Muriel was staying in?
He quickly grabbed Fabian's wand and moved to stand in front of Fabian. The boggart changed into a horse, only slightly taller than the two. It was still enough to freak him out though.
"R-Riddikulus!"
... nothing happened.
Crap.
"You ok?" He asked Fabian, still staring at the blasted boggart.
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Post by Taylor on Aug 6, 2009 15:20:43 GMT -5
He didn't even bother responding to Gideon. He turned around from the boggart, hearing it scream, he knew it was probably bleeding now. He didn't care if it was a horse, the mental image of Gideon getting hurt kept running in his head. "Stop." He whispered to nothing really, opening his eyes slowly, just realizing his eyes were closed. Fabian got the urge to hug Gideon, but ignored it. He didn't need anymore future teasing. "Don't look at the horse, Gideon. Ignore it, please." He murmured to him, already sneaking a peek at the thing.
Keeping his eyes on the horse, the little video of Gideon still ran through his head. Running his hand through his hair, trying to focus on something else. He tried to think of Gideon in pink sweaters, then Gideon started bleeding in pink sweaters in his head. Shaking his head, he then looked at Gideon.
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Post by Haine on Aug 6, 2009 15:32:02 GMT -5
ShitShitShit, that was one big horse. Reeeaaalllyyy big, and it looked pissed. Oh god, there was no chance he could survive if one of those things ran over him. He was going to die, wasn't he? Gideon could imagine the funeral now. " Here lies the amazingly sexy Gideon Prewett, who was trampled down by a pony that was barely taller than him--"
Nah. Gideon'd just let Fabian plan it. At least he'd make it funny.
Ignore it? How the hell could he ignore a giant horse that could probably eat his head? Either way Gideon slowly turned around and tried to pretend that the horse wasn't there. He was even managing not to ask his brother if he was crazy for believing that they could just ignore it.
Gideon exhaled shakily before turning to face Fabian. "Fab? Look at me. I'm fine. Not hurt at all, okay?" he said with an exceptionally weak smile. |
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Post by Taylor on Aug 6, 2009 15:48:10 GMT -5
Ignore it. Fabian thought, though wanting to say it out loud. "Ignore it, pretend its a little poodle. Ignore it." He murmured. "No, I'm..no.You..you aren't.." Fabian said, continuing to stare at the ground, he wasn't going to look at him. "Give me my wand." Fabian said, still looking at the snow. He was going to imagine Gideon in a dress, yes, with heels and a purse. Would that even work ?
Then he turned around looking at the boggart, it was still a horse, but then transformed into Gideon. Blood pouring from its mouth, and he moved closer to the real Gideon. His arm touched his, the fake Gideon bleeding. "G-gideon." He whispered to the fake thing, yelling extremely loud as the thing continued bleeding. "S-stop.".
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