Growing up (Charming — Victorian Era Potterverse)

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Frederick Prewett - June 5, 2012 09:24 AM (GMT)

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Frederick occupied a table near a window and ordered some butterbeer.<p>
He was an adult now. He had graduated, and he had his own job. Frederick was really pleased by the position he got in the Ministry. Quidditch League Referee. It would please both him and his mother. He would work for the Ministry but he could still fly on a broomstick, in an actual pitch, even if not as a player. Frederick had studied the rules of Quidditch and he concidered himself fair and just enough to be a referee. Sure, being a keeper seemed much more appealing to him, but being a referee seemed way better than working in one of the boring departments,<p>

Once a waitress brought him his butterbeer, he looked out of the window. He was excited about his job, but there was nobody he could express his happiness to. Both Fee and Fitz were drafted for this stupid expedition, and he did not want to burden them with his news. Frederick was rather worried for the both of them, after he read that article about Mrs Black. Luckily, Fee was not pregnant, but she could still get hurt. It was madness that the Ministry allowed women to participate for such dangerous events.<p>

You are part of the Ministry too, don't you remember? Frederick couldn't help but smile. Still, the draft had nothing to do about Quidditch. It was the Minister's and the Wizengamot's decision.<p>

Frederick sipped from his butterbeer and thought about life.
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Fiona Prewett - June 5, 2012 12:39 PM (GMT)

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School had finally let out, not that Fiona had really wanted it to. However, there was a difference between learning in school and learning on your own. She very much enjoyed the school year's type of learning, but she also enjoyed having free time to do learning of her own. Most of her own, personal learning leaned towards the darker magic, which not many knew about. She had only expressed this interest to her cousin, Ben, and her aunt Moira, who happened to be into dark arts as well. Fiona's aunt Moira had confirmed earlier that year that Fiona's own father had, indeed, been swept away into dark arts. Of course, Fiona's biggest fear had been she, herself, delving into the dark arts and getting consumed by them only to realize that her father had been an innocent man. With this new found information and knowledge, Fiona continued to throw herself into the dark arts full force, happy to know that she would never have to worry again about her father being innocent and she being the devil.
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Of course, Fiona didn't believe herself to the devil. She just understood that's what most people would think if it ever got out that she was very interested in the dark arts.
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That was also the reason she shied away from stores such as Borgin and Burke's, which had a nasty reputation for only catering to the darkest of dark witches and wizards. Fiona didn't want to get caught in that nasty place. So, instead, she meandered through Dervish and Banges, perusing the shelves for a good dark arts find. Ben had always been good at finding those things. There wasn't much in Dervish and Banges that caught Fiona's attention, so she left and casually walked along High Street, chaperon in tow.
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Fiona saw a mop of blondish hair find it's way into the Three Broomsticks, and she knew that hair. It was her brother, Frederick. Fiona sent her chaperon home, telling her sternly that Frederick was an adult now, her older brother, and more than capable of being her chaperon. With that, she turned and entered the pub alone, finding her way over to where her brother was sitting, alone, by a window. As she passed the bar, she ordered a butterbeer for herself, seeing that her brother already possessed one, and pointed to the table where she would be.
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Without any further delay, Fiona made her way to her brother's table and slid into the seat across from him. There was a pause between them as she surveyed her brother, now officially an adult and a Hogwarts graduate. "So, how's it feel to be an adult now?" It was a silly question, but a real one. She was going to enter her sixth year at school, and had just finished taking her OWL exams. She felt more grown up already, though in all honesty she had always felt more grown up than most of her siblings. She like Frederick; he was one of her more favoured siblings. Due to being in different houses, they had never really had much time to spent together, but hopefully they could use this summer to become close, despite Frederick's job.
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Frederick Prewett - June 7, 2012 08:36 AM (GMT)

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Frederick always felt closer to his younger siblings, Fitzroy, Fee, Fiona and Fabian. He loved all of his siblings, of course, but he had never spent much time with Felicia or Faustus, so sometimes he felt as if they were some sort of cousins or good old friends, rather than his siblings. It was completely normal to have older siblings, but Frederick still felt rather weird that the oldest Prewett child was thirty-one, when the youngest had just finished his second year. Sometimes, Frederick felt sorry for Fabian. Unlike the other younger children, he did not receive that much attention. His older siblings were old enough to be his parents, so the only siblings he could actually be close to were Fiona and himself.<p>

Frederick was glad that it was Fiona who joined him, and not one of his older siblings. He liked Faustus and Felix, but he always felt rather... weird around them. Faustus was definitely an adult compared to him and their conversation would most likely have to do with politics, Darcy Potter, the draft and his new job. At least Fiona was closer to him in age, so they could have a more fun conversation. Frederick loved his new job but, honestly, politics bored him and he didn't really care if the Minister was Darcy Potter or his aunt's pet.<p>

He stared blankly at her for a moment, trying to find the best answer for her quiestion. He had mixed feelings about being an adult. " I suppose I enjoy it, though I am rather nervous." Frederick confessed. Adults always seemed so worried and stressed and he honestly did not want to end up like those people who had to work all day and worry about bringing up a bunch of children. When he was younger he could not understand why men married after they at least turned twenty-five years of age, but now it seemed logic for him. He really wanted a family, a loving wife and children, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to make enough money for them. He did not want his children to end up living in poverty because of their useless father. Sure, he would get a small part of the fortune, but he would have to work hard if he wanted a beautiful household for his children. Maybe he had to volunteer for the draft when he could. Then he would at least have his own land to build a house.
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Fiona Prewett - June 28, 2012 12:46 AM (GMT)

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Fiona smiled warmly at her older brother. He was a good guy, a Hufflepuff by nature like Florence had been, and someone she felt comfortable around. She had never spoken to anyone in her immediate family about her draw to the dark arts, fearing that they would come after her if she spoke her mind. An older brother of hers was an auror, she couldn't remember which, but she knew that if he had ever caught wind of it, he would come after her. There were so many Prewett siblings that Fiona hadn't bothered to try to keep them all straight. Anyone older than Florence didn't matter in Fiona's own mind. Though she hardly ever thought of the future and being a mother, the few times she had thought of such things, she swore that she would have no more than six children at the very most. Even six was borderline too much in her own opinion.
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He had suggested that being an adult wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Fiona was certain of that, but she also knew that he had to get a job and work right out of school. Felicity had a job, as well, but their mother and society would've deemed it more appropriate if Felicity had taken the route of Florence and had gotten married. Fiona wasn't sure what she would do once she left school, but felt as though her mother would look down upon her going out and getting a job. One daughter who had a job was probably far too many for their mother. Fiona hadn't the slightest clue what she would do if she were to work, anyway. Work at the hospital? Then she would be in her sister's shadow. Work at the ministry? Then she would be in the shadow of the rest of her family, though the first Prewett female to work there. Perhaps she shouldn't work, after all. It might be better for all persons involved.
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There was always that little piece of her mind, the small part that kept reminding her that she knew dark magic. She could always do something with that. Run an illegal something or other? No, no one would ever look to a woman running anything. Perhaps Ben could do that. Her cousin was a year her junior, but the only person Fiona had ever felt comfortable talking about her ~~obsession~~ interest in the dark arts with. Perhaps she could share her thoughts with Frederick? Maybe he could help her figure things out. "How did you know what you wanted to do," she asked him, figuring it would be the easiest way of going about things. "Felicity is working, but none of our other sisters work. Would I be expected to work, or do you think if I worked mother would go insane from having two working daughters?" She sighed and rested her head in her cupped hand. "I'm sorry for dumping this on you Frederick," she said, using his full name. Fiona had never been a proponent for nicknames. She looked up at him with her dark, deep brown eyes, taking him in. He was built well, a strong Prewett. All in all, she was glad he was her brother.
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Frederick Prewett - July 21, 2012 09:44 AM (GMT)

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There were two things Frederick was honestly good at; Transfiguration and Quidditch. One of the presents for his tenth birthday was a broomstick and since that day he knew how to fly. Prewett men were usually strong and athletic, so it was not a mystery that Frederick loved flying and sports. Fitzroy was always something like a role model to him when it came to the perfect gentleman. Frederick wanted to be strong like him, but he lacked the ambition his brother had.<p>

"Well, I actually wanted to be a professional Quidditch player, just like Fitzroy, but Mother would probably hate such decision. That's why I decided to find a profession that is related to Quidditch, but in a way that mother would approve." Frederick replied to Fiona. Part of him considered that unfair, that just because he was younger he couldn't do something that one of his older siblings had done first. Now he was stuck in the Ministry while Fitzroy could fly on a broomstick and keep playing Quidditch. Still, part of him, the most responsible one figured that it was better that way. At least he wouldn't have to worry about losing his job once he was too old to fly on a broomstick.<p>

Frederick smiled when he heart her concerns. The youngest Prewett children were probably the most unlucky ones. " Mother wouldn't probably be excited about having a second working daughter, but you should always do what you want to do." Frederick replied and for a moment he felt like a hypocrite. Who was he to speak? If he was so brave then why was he not a Quidditch player now? " It is rather... bad that we sometimes can't do something we want because one of our older siblings did it first, don't you think?" Frederick commented with a smile.
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