PREWETT, Gideon

[Gideon Prewett]

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*everything about Molly is credited to Fief, and everything Fabian is credited to Seraph.

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Name: Gideon Demetrius Prewett
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Homme
Year: Fifth
Face Claim: Cory Monteith

Canon or Original? Canon

Facial Properties: Boyish. That’s really the single most appropriate word that can be used to describe Gideon’s entire face. Despite the obvious signs of maturity and aging, his face has managed to maintain its childish, youthful quality even as he goes through his teens. It could partially be because of its roundness. While he doesn’t have a circle-shaped face, none of his features are particularly sharp. From his forehead, to his cheekbones, to his jaw, to his chin, every angle of his face is curved and soft. It makes him look like quite a friendly person, on top of looking as though he’s found the Fountain of Youth and is constantly drinking from it. He does have a bit of a large chin, and his mouth is on the small side, though his lips are full. His nose, too, is small, and across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose are light freckles that only serve to add to his boyish charm. His eyes are a light brown in colour, and always seem to be lit up in happiness. And above them, probably the most expressive part of Gideon’s face: his eyebrows. Really, those things move as though they’re totally independent from the rest of his facial muscles. No matter how the rest of his face looks, his eyebrows are constantly expressing every emotion. His eyebrows are totally flexible and he’s able to move them independently of each other, which he mostly does for comedic effect. On top of everything, Gideon’s face seems to radiate happiness and innocence, and his crooked little smile with the adorable dimples? Literally infectious.
Physique: Gideon Prewett is a damn tree. No, really. Even at fifteen, he towers above most of his classmates, and he’s not even done growing yet. When he reaches his full height, he’s definitely going to be 6’6”. With height like that, he tends to be a little clumsy and awkward (don’t ever ask him to dance. It’s not pretty) and isn’t always aware of just how tall he is. His hands are large, and his feet are one size away from needing to be specially-made. Gideon’s just grateful they don’t need to be; he’s pretty sure he’d be going barefoot. While he’s not epically-built like his brother, he does have some muscle build-up, though most of it is visible in his biceps. He does have abdominal muscle – well, he has muscle everywhere – but with his height, sometimes it’s difficult to tell, and very difficult to properly build. He’s strong, but still huggable – and quite cozy to hug, too. He has just the right amount of softness that makes him cuddly while still being fit.

Wand Type: Cypress, unicorn tail hair, unusually long
Wand Expertise: Quite strong in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Patronus: Maybe it’s because he simply gives off the impression of being soft and cuddly, but Gideon’s Patronus is, without question, a Giant Panda.
Boggart: When Gideon encounters a Boggart, it shifts between the members of his immediate family: his mother, his sister, and his brother. All of them are homeless, dressed in filthy rags, and they’re all dirty and sick and crying and starving and begging for food or money, and they all ask Gideon why he let them down. Gideon’s greatest fear is that he’ll disappoint his family and end up abandoning them, leaving them to rot.

Personality:

“I’m uh… well, I’m not the smartest kid in school. Ha.”

Gideon isn’t unintelligent. He has good common sense, and strong instincts. But book smarts? Haha, no. He doesn’t make the grade. Yes, he’s passing all his classes, but barely. Gideon tried “trying”, he really did, but it only made him more frustrated and that just led to his marks dropping even further. So now, he definitely slacks off. He does his work, and he does it to what he perceives to be the best of his ability, and scrapes by with enough A grades to pass. He’s really not stupid, but school just… isn’t great at showing that. When it comes to the practical portion, he’s actually quite skilled, when he applies himself. And he does, in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but really only when they’re doing the actual spellwork. Otherwise, Gideon’s the kid in the back having a nap and hoping the professor doesn’t notice him. He just doesn’t get some things, and doesn’t care enough about them to figure them out. He knows it’ll bite him in the ass when he doesn’t have the required courses to become an Auror… but hopefully he can change things in time for that.

“I guess I’m a little forgetful.”

Okay, it’d be an exaggeration to say that he has the memory of a goldfish, but not by much. Gideon forgets everything. He’ll get to class and discover that he hasn’t brought the right textbook, or he’s left his parchment behind, or he forgot to do the assigned reading and homework, or that he left his essay on his bedside table again… it can really affect a guy’s grades when he constantly forgets to hand in stuff. He forgets names, he forgets faces, he forgets birthdays, he forgets test dates, he forgets where he put things, he forgets if he did a certain task, he forgets if he read a chapter of a book, he forgets where he’s going if he gets distracted, he forgets what he’s really trying to say to someone if he gets on a tangent… Gideon forgets everything, if it’s not significant or personal or important enough for him to remember. It quite an inconvenience, and he’d rather not forget everything, but well… it happens.

“Um… sometimes I can get a little over-protective.”

He considers it to be a positive thing, though! Yeah, Gideon is fiercely protective of people he cares about. There isn’t any danger he wouldn’t put himself in to keep them out of harm’s way. In that sense, he supposes he can be a little reckless, but he doesn’t launch himself headfirst into things without thinking about the danger. Well… that’s about the extent of it, actually. He’s aware of the danger, thinks about the fact that there is danger, and then launches himself into things. Yeah, he doesn’t fully think it through. In those situations, Gideon relies on his instincts, which are often good and can get him out of most fixes. When the moment really calls for it, Gideon can sharply recall handy spells and can think on his feet; ask him who the leader of the most recent goblin rebellion was, however, and he’ll draw a total blank. Gideon’s protectiveness over his friends can tend to be a bit smothering, if said friend doesn’t remind him to keep a bit of distance. He hates seeing people hurt and in trouble, so he’ll do whatever he can to ensure their safety, even if it backfires on him a bit.

“Listen, once I’m your friend, I’m your friend for life.”

It’s true. Gideon is the friend who will never leave your side. He’ll support you in anything you want, offer all sorts of encouragement and moral support, and will do whatever he can to ensure that his friends get what they want. He’s entirely too forgiving of his friends’ wrongdoings, always believing in the best of people, and sometimes refusing to see their faults. He’ll be there for his friends, no matter what, and has a secret vow to never do anything to hurt any of them. Of course, because he’s not the best at reading people, combined with his over-protectiveness, he could be hurting them without even realising it. When it comes to his friends, however, Gideon’s intentions are always good, and not once has he ever raised his voice to them or spoken sharply, and he intends to keep it that way.

“Hey, when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up!”

Gideon is always looking on the bright side of things. He’s a naturally optimistic person and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He figures if he was negative, he’d never get anything done. He figures that really, he doesn’t have much going for him. He’s poor, he’s not that smart, most of his magic is mediocre unless he’s really putting his heart into it… what sort of future does he have, really? Cashier at Honeydukes? Yeah, right. See, Gideon figures he’s at the bottom of the barrel already. So why should he be negative and keep himself there and make everyone else feel lousy too? He hates pity, and makes up for his crappy situation with optimism and enthusiasm for life. He has a deep, chesty laugh, and smiles easily, even when he doesn’t get the joke. He’ll go out of his way to make someone feel better, especially those in worse situations than his.

“Oh, well, I’m really not much of a ladies’ man.”

As cute as Gideon may be, he’s really not a flirt. He doesn’t necessarily get tongue-tied or freeze on the spot, but he definitely gets shy and pink in the face and bashful and often can’t look the poor girl in the eye. It’s alarming how someone so big can look so small when he’s expected to woo a girl. And those magazines that his brother gave him haven’t exactly helped matters, with all their stories of unrealistic expectations and smooth Don Juans and womanisers who constantly have pretty fake girls draping all over them. Gideon can talk to girls like a normal person, but when romance is involved? Haha, no. Flirting and Gideon were not meant to coexist harmoniously, and he knows it.

“I mean, really, I’m just… a normal guy. Who can do magic. Yep.”

When it comes right down to it? Gideon is really just the typical teenager worrying about typical teenager things. School, girls, friends, family, keeping himself healthy… he’s just living the life of the average teen boy, there’s just more magic involved. He worries about normal teenage things, he does normal teenage things – some of which he’d prefer weren’t ever discussed, thanks – he feels normal teenage things. Sure, there’s a war brewing in the wizarding world, and when Gideon’s time comes he knows he’ll rise up to fight and do his part to protect others, but for now? For now, he just plans on living.

Likes:
+Animals. “What’s not to like about animals?”
+Defense Against the Dark Arts. “Well, the practical part. I mean, Dumbledore’s a great teacher and I dunno, it’s a wicked class, all right? I’m actually good at it.”
+Nice girls. “Yeah, uh, I’m definitely not one of those guys that like the ‘bad girl’ image. How can you be happy when you’re so mean?”
+Aurors. “Aurors are like… Merlin, they’re heroes, you know? There’s a lot of bad stuff happening out there and Aurors are out there all the time, risking their necks to try to keep everyone safe. It’s just kinda awesome, you know? The way they’re willing to… to die to protect a complete stranger.”
+Helping others. “It makes them feel good. I guess it makes me feel good, too.”
+Chocolate truffles. “Oh my gooooood, don’t even start.”
+Beef. “Hey, it’s good, all right? Great taste and everything. Just because I like animals doesn’t mean I’m a vegetarian, you know.”
+Rain. “I’m not talking full-on thunderstorms, you know? Just a drizzle.”
+Dressing nice. “Just because I am poor doesn’t mean I have to look poor.”
+Singing. “Haha, I’m terrible at it. Okay, no, that’s a lie, I’m not bad, but I’m definitely not the best ever either. But you don’t have to be the best at something to like it, right?”
Dislikes:
–Dancing. “Are you kidding? I can barely walk without falling over. It’s hard to be coordinated when you’re a giant.”
–School. “I’m uh… well… I’m not exactly in the top five for marks, so…”
–Milk. “I can eat dairy because the milk’s like, hidden, but uh, milk on its own? All I can think about is where it came from.”
–Being poor. “Try it.”
–Greed. “Is there anything to like about greed or greedy people? Hell no.”
–Shallow people. “Yeah, I hate it when people judge others based solely on looks or reputation. There’s more than that, you know?”
–Flirting. “… Haha. If there’s one thing I’m worse at than dancing, it’s flirting.”
–Candy. “To be honest, I’m really not much of a sweet tooth. Chocolate truffles are basically it. And those are just delectable.”
–Conflict. “Arguing, fighting… this stupid war. It’s all just a violent waste of time. I hate it, really. I do.”
–Gossip. “I don’t really care who’s dating who or if two girls wore the same dress robes to a party. It’s their business. Why can’t we all just stay out of it?”

History:

“My mum? Oh, she’s great, I love her a lot.”

Ursula Burke was a well-brought-up young woman. She was raised to respect her elders, to always use her manners, to have proper etiquette, and to be polite and courteous to everyone around her. Even as a child, there was something very peaceful about Ursula. She wasn’t lazy, but she never seemed to be in a rush either. She liked to take her time in life: she only had one, and she intended to live it in enjoyment. Ursula was raised in a middle-class pureblood home, though brought up to behave like a first-class witch. She knew how to act more upper-class than she actually was, and was actually quite convincing. Ursula did have big dreams, however, bigger than her financial situation allowed. Herbology had always been her strongest subject, and her dream was to open her own shop in Hogsmeade one day. But to do that, she’d have to raise money. After graduation, she took the only job she could find: a receptionist and tour guide at the Ministry of Magic. It was there where she’d meet Horatio Prewett, the young Auror who would eventually become her husband.

“My dad… oh. I don’t really know much about him.”

Horatio Prewett also came from a middle-class pureblood family, though his elder brother, Ignatius, managed to get into a small fortune when he married Lucretia Black. While the Prewetts weren’t a particularly wealthy family, they were still respected in the wizarding world for never marrying outside of magic. Ignatius seemed to especially turn up his nose at the notion of marrying a Muggle or a Muggle-born – possibly why he was accepted as a member of the Black family. Horatio was a bit more open than his brother. He wasn’t an avid supporter of Muggle rights, nor did he have any particular desire to marry one or something, but he didn’t see why they should be hated, either. Horatio grew up fascinated with the Dark Arts, and, being a protective fellow, that took its form in his desire to be an Auror. He pushed himself to his limits each day to get what he wanted, because he knew that nothing was simply going to be given to him. And when he wanted to go on a date with the pretty receptionist who worked the entrance to the Ministry of Magic and often gave tours to visitors, he flirted and wooed as shamelessly as he could to get her attention. The receptionist, Ursula Burke, teased him for weeks, but eventually gave in and agreed to a date. They were married only a few months later.

“Molly is honestly like a second mum to me. It’s a little weird.”

They were married only a few months before Ursula became pregnant. Although the couple was ecstatic to start a family of their own, they were worried about finances. Being an Auror didn’t pay much, and Ursula still hadn’t raised enough money to open her shop. But they wanted the baby, and Ursula worked the desk at the Ministry until she was practically forced to go on maternity leave. Barely a year into the marriage, Ursula gave birth to the first of the Prewett children: a beautiful redheaded girl named Molly. She was the very image of perfection, and Horatio doted on her night and day. Growing up, she was a bit of a rambunctious tomboy, though shortly before puberty she started to become more feminine. While still rough and tough, there was now a bit of softness to her, and even a bit of a maternal quality. She developed high standards for both of her brothers, especially Fabian as he was older than Gideon, and seemed to expect him to be more of a “man”. Gideon, on the other hand, she babied, as did Ursula and Horatio; to this day, her maternal instinct is strong with Gideon, practically to the point of acting as a second mother alongside Ursula. Sure, it’s… a little odd… but Gideon loves his big sister fiercely, and wouldn’t have her any other way.

“Haha, Fabian’s like… he’s awesome. Don’t tell him I said that.”

After Molly turned a year old, Ursula realised she needed to go back to work. Her dream of a herbology shop was going to remain just a dream, and all her savings for it went to support the family. But it wasn’t enough: they needed more income, and so Ursula’s parents would watch Molly three times a week while Ursula returned to her job at the Ministry. It was fine for several years, and they even felt like they could try for another child. Molly was nine when Fabian Horatio was born on March 25th. Being the first boy, and the new baby, he was showered with attention and affection. He was an excessively loud child, managing to wake the entire house whenever he let out a cry during the night. He was also noisy with his toys, preferring to bang them against each other than sit and play quietly. Fabian was full of energy, often wearing his mother out. But he was loved by his parents, and idolised his father, the hero Auror. Molly was a bit more reserved around him, sometimes unsure how to treat him because of the vast age difference, but all-in-all they were quite a loving and tight-knit family.

“I’m definitely the baby of the family, and they make sure I know it.”

Needless to say, the entire Prewett family was shocked when, three years later, Ursula discovered she was pregnant yet again. They weren’t disappointed in the least, since they’d wanted a big family, but they were, admittedly, quite worried. Their financial troubles weren’t getting any better, despite Horatio working at the Ministry round the clock. They were getting by with two children, but… but three? They weren’t sure they could manage it, but dammit, they were going to try. Gideon Demetrius Prewett was born on the second of February, and despite the financial worries, Ursula and Horatio couldn’t have been happier. As mentioned, Molly absolutely babied him; Fabian, on the other hand, was having a bit of trouble adjusting to having a baby brother around competing for attention, but he managed to outgrow the jealousy as they aged.

“I was… three, I think? Yeah, three, um, when our Dad died.”

As mentioned, Horatio was an Auror, and a pretty damn good one. So it was a devastating blow to everyone when a fellow Auror approached Ursula, his hat in his hands, and had to tell her that Horatio had been killed in combat. Ursula and Molly had both been crushed by the news, and little Fabian was especially affected. Gideon, barely three years old, didn’t quite understand. So his dad was “dead”. Did that mean he’d be late for dinner? Desperate for an answer, he asked six-year-old Fabian, who was taking Horatio’s death a lot harder than Gideon. It wasn’t a happy conversation. In the end, a tearful Gideon fled to his mother’s arms for comfort, though at that point she was still in her own stages of grief. It was Molly who consoled Gideon, and Molly who took care of things while Ursula tried to get over the loss of her husband. Molly herself was suffering from his death, but she remained on top of everything, despite looking rather unhealthy and probably feeling much worse. She took care of everything and everyone while Ursula recovered enough to start managing the family herself again, or at least, functioned enough to do simple things. While Ursula was over Horatio’s death enough to be a proper mother to Fabian and Gideon by the time Molly finished school and eloped with Arthur Weasley, she was never really the same, always just a little bit quieter than she used to be, always just a bit more withdrawn. But she was still their Mum, for which the boys were grateful – it could have been a lot worse, and they knew it.

“You know, not a lot of people believe me when I say that I almost died, too.”

Gideon was seven. It was late summer; Molly was off and married to Arthur Weasley, already starting a family of her own. Ursula was inside the house, making dinner while Gideon and Fabian played in the lake by their house. Gideon was in the water, about shoulder-deep, while Fabian played on the beach. In Gideon’s hands was a small toy of Fabian’s, a model of a Quidditch player, and Gideon was trying to hide it from Fabian as he really wasn’t supposed to touch it. So when Gideon dropped it, he knew he had to get it back or he’d be in big trouble. Taking a deep breath, he disappeared under the water and felt around for the toy. It was lodged between two rocks, and feeling for it only pushed it down further. Gideon pressed on with his hand… and the higher rock slipped lower, trapping him under the water. In a bit of a panic, Gideon tried to push against both of them, but they were too heavy for his seven-year-old ‘muscles’ to move. His lungs were burning and he needed oxygen and he was trapped and he couldn’t get out. He kept struggling, but that only seemed to lodge his hand further between the rocks, and he couldn’t breathe anymore, and he was tired. So very tired. And all the fear he’d been feeling was starting to disappear. And he let out the last of the oxygen he’d been holding in and relaxed. His body went limp in the water, and in that moment, Gideon Prewett knew that he was going to die. It sucked – hey, he was only seven – but he wasn’t afraid. Maybe he’d see Dad again. Wouldn’t that be a story? So Gideon let go. He didn’t know it, but Fabian had noticed that he’d disappeared and called for help before diving into the water. He dislodged Gideon’s hand from the rocks and pulled him to shore, doing the best he could to get Gideon to breathe again. His heart had stopped, and Fabian was pounding desperately on his chest to get it to start. Gideon wasn’t aware of any of this. He was dead, wasn’t he? And he was okay with it. He’d miss his family, but he had family waiting for him. So he could live with this, figuratively speaking. Gideon wasn’t afraid. He’d accepted death. He was moving on. And then his heart began to pound and he was jolted back to reality, coughing up water in Fabian’s face and breathing on his own before slipping back into unconsciousness. He was in St. Mungo’s for days recovering, during which Fabian received quite a telling off from Molly and a stern lecture from Ursula. Gideon received his own tongue-lashing from Molly for being so careless, but really? When he woke up, Gideon was just happy to see his family again.

“Gabby’s… my best friend in this whole world.”

It wasn’t long after that that Ursula and her sons were forced to move to a smaller place, one quite a distance from any body of water. It was hard, leaving the house they’d grown up in, leaving the house that held all the memories of Horatio… but they had no choice. They couldn’t afford that house anymore. Packing up most of their belongings, they made the move and settled into their new home. A few years later, a family from Mexico moved into the apartment complex next door, and they had a daughter who was Gideon’s age. She was probably the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, and she had the prettiest name, too: Gabriella Rivera. She spoke the prettiest language, too, and it wasn’t even English! Gideon spent every minute he could with Gabby, helping her with English, playing games, introducing her to Fabian (but not Ursula, since Gideon was pretty sure they had to keep magic a secret from Muggles), and basically being the best friend to her that he could be. When he found out that Gabby was a witch, he thought he was going to simply explode with happiness. His best friend would be going to Hogwarts with him and Fabian! For the first time, everything in Gideon Prewett’s life seemed to be going right.

“I guess that’s it, ha. I’m just your ordinary wizard.”

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I solemnly swear that I, Didi, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[Lily Evans]

DFISJ GIDEONNNN!

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