urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:courtjester courtjester x0sammx1728@yahoo.com courtjester 2008-11-27T02:30:26Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:courtjester:565 2008-11-27T02:30:26Z 2008-11-27T02:30:26Z Gideon Prewett was on a mission. To survive Diagon Alley with all the frantic mums and dads trying to get their sons and daughters back-to-school books and other bits. Gideon Prewett was not doing so well. <br />So far he had been jostled around a total of 47 times, has had to say 'excuse me' 51 time, has been given dirty looks by elderly women 32 times (well excuse him if they don't keep their children on leashes once in a while. It's not his fault he was born freakishly tall...) and has been smacked in the head by birds let out of their cages 7 times. He feels like he's going to step on a small child. Charlie and Bill and Percy were <i>never</i> this hard to manage. This must be a cruel and unusual joke. All he wanted was to stock up in the Alchemy shop. He was running low on potions supplies. He swears, that's <i>all he needs</i>. <br />Why must life be so DIFFICULT. urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:courtjester:401 2008-07-02T03:49:51Z 2008-07-02T03:49:51Z TIREDD. With two D's. That was how to describe Gideon Prewett. <br /><br />He had an ice cream in hand. (Yes an ice cream, he doesnt judge you) to relax himself from a long day at work and was strolling down the streets of London, getting looks from Muggles galore for being a 6 foot 4 man with an ice cream cone like he was fourteen.