The Rift||Fabian & Gideon||
It had been a long week. So long that ole Giddy had aged greatly. He looked like a photograph of himself taken from far far away. He didn’t do much and didn’t have much to say. He looked broken. The usual spring and zest in his step…no where to be found. He clomps out of the forest and spies his brother under a weeping willow. He approaches.
“Oi. We need to talk. IF you can pencil me in that is. I mean I would hate to pull your away from Narcissa AND if it wasn’t Narcissa it would just be some other girl…-his voice slowly accumulating acidity- or stop you from making by friends fall in love with you by demeaning me. OR better yet….hold you up from the myriad of tasks you come up with from quidditch to dates to ignore me. I have filled seventeen journals,Fabian, seventeen with ideas for pranks, or just stuff to do with you. I’ve specifically left them scattered all over the floor hoping you’d pick them up and read em’. Have we done a single fucking thing etched in those journals?! Nope. All you did was tidy the room and pile “that rubbish” on my bed. I’ve tried to ignore it Fab, but i’m bitter. You’re always so happy. So goddamn welcome around everybody. You swoop in after skipping school for a month and a half and win over everyone’s affections. That would be fine if you actually spent time with me, but it seems you have time for everyone but….I’m bitter I S’pose. I’m a happy go lucky arsehole who has lost his happiness. And you aren’t even there. So I doubt you’ll care in the slightest or notice for that matter, but I’m leaving. -clears his throat and blinks away tears- Leaving Hogwarts. I’ve got an internship in Romania to work with dragon hatchlings for about six months. I’ll be gone before the end of the week. Everyone seems to know ‘cept you…..