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Post by Haine on Aug 6, 2009 15:57:32 GMT -5
"You want to pretend that I'm a poodle?" Gideon replied, raising his eyebrows. "Whatever takes your fancy, I guess." He sighed, still trying to ignore the boggart. It wasn't going very well. "Yup- I'm just a none bleeding poode, completely fine and in no pain whatsoever. All of that is completely true, except I'm still pretty sure that I'm not a dog--" Probably not helping in the slightest. Gideon then proceeded to hand Fabian his wand in silence.
Gideon moved, resting his hand on Fabian's shoulder. He grinned. "You do know that if you don't even defeat this boggart, I will hold it against you for the rest of your life then proceed to kick your ass at every available opportunity, right?"
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Post by Taylor on Aug 6, 2009 16:04:30 GMT -5
"You are an idiot. I meant pretend the god damn horse is a poodle." He snapped. "Do you want to be a fucking poodle?" Fabian said, rolling his eyes. Fabian looked at him at the boggart thing, and started to walk away, not even caring about the boggart. Rolling his eyes, he walked to the house. Fabian wouldn't even bother to turn around and yell at him, no, he was just going to walk away. Calmly, though he held his annoyance in. Fabian flicked his wand,"Accio marker.". He caught the black washable marker, rolling up his left sleeve. Calmly drawing the dark mark, smiling. He then turned around.
"Gideon?" He said, holding up his left arm, rolling down the sleeve. "I'm a D-death eater." He lied, cocking his head at Gideon. He kept a serious tone and face, hoping he fell for it.
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Post by Haine on Aug 7, 2009 13:25:37 GMT -5
Gideon took a step back in surprise as Fabian snapped at him. He honestly wasn't expecting such a sudden mood change. "Fabian, I-I-" But it was too late. Fabian had already stormed off. ... Well fine then. If Fabian wanted to act that way, Gideon could easily play hard ball too. All he'd done was try to help the pathetic sod and what did he get? Nothing. The bastard. Gideon followed him into the house after him, forgetting about the boggart completely. He'd probably find it again later, in which case he would certainly have to remember the poodle thing. Funny dogs. Funny funny dogs... Oh wait. He was meant to be angry.
Angry face. Grrr. Perfect. Gideon slammed the door behind him, turning to face Fabian. "Dude, what the fuck is your freaking problem?!" Gideon then stared down at his brother's wrist. At first he didn't react, yet just stared. Then he punched him. "If you're kidding me, I'll kill you. And if you're not kidding--"
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Post by Taylor on Aug 8, 2009 14:03:51 GMT -5
He didn't care if Gideon was mad or not. And he didn't care if he thought it was funny. Boggarts weren't funny to him. And when poodles were involved, that wasn't funny either. "Oh, I have a damn problem?" Fabian snapped, rolling his eyes. He yelled at the punch,"Gideon, why would I joke about..this?" Fabian lied, looking at his left arm. He had to admit, it did turn out a pretty good drawing, considering Fabian wasn't the best drawing. But, when Gideon fought out he was joking, he couldn't even imagine what Gideon would do.
Then he smirked, pulling out his wand. Pointing at his left arm,"Aguamenti.". It poured on his arm, and Fabian rubbed it, all the marker smearing. "Ta daa?" Fabian said, softly smiling.
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Post by Haine on Aug 24, 2009 10:46:38 GMT -5
This really better be some kind of sick joke. Then Gideon wouldn't have to kill his own brother. Just beat the crap out of him repeatedly. Now wouldn't that be fun! "Yes, you do have a damn problem if you think something like this is funny!" Gideon yelled, his hands balled up into fists again at his sides. He really was close to punching him again. This time he wouldn't just stop with one. Then again, Fabian would probably guess that Gideon would hit him again, and therefore started to think of other ways in which he could beat the crap out of the git.
But still. He couldn't stop staring at it... and how it was now washing away. "Start running now. If I catch you, I kill you."
ooc//Crap.
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Post by Taylor on Aug 24, 2009 11:42:42 GMT -5
Frowning, Fabian looked at him. To his point of few, getting beat up wasn't the best. "I do not have a damn problem!" Fabian said calmly with a smirk. Backing up, away from Gideon, feeling fear build up in him. Why couldn't Muriel show up when he wanted her to? "You know you wouldn't punch me." He teased, continuing to back up. Then, he turned and ran. As fast as he could, running into the bath room, he stumbled, slamming the door and turning the lock quickly. Panting, he sat on the closed toilet, taking his wand and flicking it. Glue formed around the edges, locking him in. Fabian didn't care that it would take him a while to get out. Standing up, he walked to the sink. Taking some soap, he rubbed it on his left arm, getting rid of the rest of marker. Fabian knew he shouldn't have done that. At all. Now when he got out, Gideon was probably going to beat the shit out of him.
Sighing, he sat back down on the closed toilet. Placing his elbows on his knees, he placed his face in his hands. Fabian closed his eyes, taking deep breathes. He heard the house elf running around outside the bathroom door. Oh, if that elf was protecting him, he would thank it so much. Then realizing he was actually sitting in the door, he stood up, flipped up the switch that turned it on. Instead of going back to sitting, he looked in the mirror. His hair was much too long for his liking. Grabbing the scissors from the cabinet, he cut off about an inch off, trimming it lightly. Okay, now it looked better. Sighing, Fabian shook his head lightly. Standing up straight, Fabian shrugged. He didn't think he was that good looking. He hadn't inherited the auburn red hair like the rest of his family. And he had randomly got green eyes, which he rather liked.
They were a rather shocking bright, grass green. Like darker hints in it. "Okay. What the fuck am I doing?" Fabian murmured with a sigh. Looking around, he had to admit he rather liked this bathroom. It was big and roomy, not small and cluttered. Then he realized something. Damn. Could Gideon apparate? Fabian had passed his apparation test well, getting it on the first try to his enjoyment. Then why bother just stand here and act like an idiot while your brother was probably planning to kill him? Shrugging, he smiled. Imaging hot chocolate and muffins, he now wanted some. Damn Gideon and making himself lock himself in a stupid bathroom.
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