``on enemy lines [atticus]

[GIDEON MICHAEL PREWETT]

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Gideon walked along the cold sidewalk of the muggle world. He wasn't that offended by the nonmagic folk, and in fact, thought their world was a lot more advanced than theirs. It was always cloaks, and suits, etc. It just wasn't him all the time. He loved his job, don't get him wrong, but doing things such as reading by candlelight bugged him. He wanted to be free of ties such as the old wizarding world. But in this world of the 1970's life was getting better, for the television was coming around, and hell, maybe even a better house would be arranged, but magic would always stay the same it seemed.

Gideon turned the corner and upon looking ahead, he saw a bookstore. He loved books, to read them, to explore new genres, to learn about the different imaginations of others. So, he walked across the street and looked into the small store. Entering, he smelled the best smell, books. The pages, the bindings, it all appealed to him, and so he walked across the bookshelves skimming through books as he went along.

As he skimmed he came across a man he thought he would never see again, his arch enemy at Hogwarts, the one who made him want to never see a Slytherin again, it was Atticus. They were never the best of friends, or even aquantinces. He was even lost in the way they became enemies, it was just a constant between him and Atticus. He looked to the man and tried to make his presence known without making confrontation. He was the stronger man, he knew it, so he wanted Atticus to know it. By walking with his chest held out, and his stomach pulled in, he walked across the way, passing Atticus.

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[ATTICUS CASTIEL PARKER]

What he was doing mingling with muggles, he didn't know. It wasn't that he "hated" the non-magic folk...it was just that they weren't worth his time. When one had magic on his side, everything else just didn't compare. What was the point of doing things by hand? It was boring, and time consuming, and obsolete; just like the muggles. It was obvious where the superior genetics lay, and it certainly wasn't with these people void of charms and incantations. And yet, there he was, his hands running over the backs of leather bound spines as he made his way through the shop, looking over volumes of rather childish books. He wouldn't have come to such a place, but he was doing this for his sister. Lo and behold, the protective older brother had forgotten Fawne's last birthday, which had been some time ago now, and had yet to make it up to her. For reasons Atticus could never understand, she seemed to enjoy reading fiction stories...and muggle fairy tales were her favorite.

His fingers rested upon a book, the title embossed in golden lettering, "The Wind in the Willows". Pulling the book from the shelf, he flipped through the pages, taking note of the sketches on each page and catching snippets of the story here and there. He wasn't quite sure if Fawne would like the book at all, but she would appreciate the thought, and that was what mattered. Closing the thing back up, he placed it under his arm as he ran a free hand into his coat pocket, searching for the wallet with his muggle money in it. It took him a while to find it, as he rarely did venture into this world, and rifling through it found that he only had large pound notes on him. He certainly hoped the shop could make change as he made his way up to the front, though found himself distracted by an idiot.

"I'm flattered, really I am. But if I was into men, I know I could do better than you, Prewett." His tone was even and cold as he turned his eyes upon his worthless foe. Why did this guy always have to come in and attempt to ruin his day? It was bad enough that he had to deal with the prick in school, but now? How the bloody hell did this former Gryffindor keep turning up?

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[GIDEON MICHAEL PREWETT]

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Gideon glared at his enemy, why did they have to bring this here now? Why did Gideon have to say or make his appearance known. Gideon knew perfectly why, he was full of himself. He knew it, and so did Atticus. It wasn't like it was a bad thing, but for years these two had done the whole, 'mine is bigger than yours' argument for years. Gideon sighed at Atticus' comment, it was one he had used before and he never seemed to get anything new. Shaking his head, Gideon only replied with, "Come on hot shot, you got anything better than a gay reference?" Gideon asked, his deep voice reverberating.

Putting his hands in his jeans pockets, he looked to the books on the counter and laughed, "what, trying to find a way to make women be attracted to you? Sorry man, it ain't gonna happen with books. It takes practice in the field." Gideon replied, raising his eyebrows menacingly. He knew that it would push his buttons, for Gideon always got the girls, he was attractive and easy on the eyes. It also helped that he knew how women seemed to think, not through magic, but more through intuition.

"So are we really going to do this lackie?" Gideon teased crossing his arms against his chest and leaned against the wooden bookcase, knowing it wouldn't fall over, for his weight was not as heavy as the thousands of books in the piece of furniture. Gideon smiled, looking to a woman walk pass, his eyes following her as she left. Smiling once more, he saw her look back to him, and Gideon smirked at Atticus, knowing it would push his buttons.

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