"Fab, are you sure you want to do this?" Gideon Prewett asked his nervous looking twin, his voice deathly serious.

"What are you talking about?" his brother asked, a new panic budding inside of him.

"Are you sure you want to be stuck with Hestia for the rest of your life?" was Gideon's reply, his serious tone a complete farce, it's spot rightfully reclaimed by the usual teasing banter he always exuded.

"Bugger off, mate."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he said, holding his hands up in surrender. "You know I love her."

"Yeah, it's all well and good you loving her, me loving her, Molly loving her, Mum and Dad loving her – does she love us all back? Enough to agree?"

"Stop worrying, you pathetic sod."

"Wow, Gid, never thought of that – stop worrying. Really, mate, ever considered philosophy as a career? Stop worrying. I don't know where you come up with this genius, I really don't."

"All in a days work."

Just then, the sound of keys in locks echoed through the thin walls that was Fabian and Hestia's rented flat, the one they were to move out of as soon as Fabian finished his Auror training and Hestia finally got that promotion she had been after for the past year at the Prophet.

"Shit! Hide!" the elder by fifteen seconds twin hissed to the younger, flailing his arms and gesturing wildly to the front door.

For lack of a better option, Gideon dove behind the cream leather couch of their living room, just before Hestia walked in and gave Fabian a wide smile.

"Hey," she said, dropping down into the matching cream armchair that was usually fought over by the two.

When Fabian didn't say anything, she spoke again. "Fab? You okay?"

The words were stuck in his throat. Here he was, about to propose to the woman he loved, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

"Uh –" he coughed, running a hand through his curly tresses.

"Yes?" she asked, dragging out the 's'.

Like a knee-jerk reaction, he dropped to one knee and flipped open the velvet box that had been locked in his fist for the past quarter of an hour.

"H-Hestiawillyoumarryme?" It was telling her that he loved her all over again.

Now it was her turn to fall speechless.

"Hesti-" he was then cut off by her jumping off of the armchair and onto him, attacking him with hugs and kisses and squeals of 'yesyesyesyes!"

Neither of them noticed Gideon slipping out from his hiding spot and leaving, a stupid grin plastered over his freckled face.