Frank Longbottom

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stalwart-shacklebolt:

Of course Rodolphus had gotten himself further involved. Kingsley resisted the urge to pinch his nose. That fucking Lestrange boy. Later, when he had more time to process, he’d have to sit Rodolphus down and have a chat about a good deal of things. Mostly, how people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.

He forced his focus back on to Alice, letting Frank’s ramble slide. Dealing with Frank’s panic, and his own for that matter he’d thought they’d finally put this all behind them, could come later. Alice looked as if she had to say something now or she never would.

“Al,” he said gently. “What do you remember?”

Alice could see that both of her friends were silently panicking so she reached out and took one of their hands with her own and squeezed it hard to calm them down, to assure them that she was alright. That the hardest part was over and she would get out of it and they didn’t need to worry about her anymore.

“It– it wasn’t Rodolphus, no. He just found me and after I woke up, I wanted to talk to him and thank him for finding me and not just leaving me to die, and we started talking, and it turned out that he found a way to bring back memories. And it worked.“ She stopped for a second, let out a small sigh and then continued on. “According to that theory, the only way to bring memories back after any kind of memory charm was to put the person who lost their memories  through immense pain, and since I knew you two would never– I could never ask any of you to do that, and it doesn’t matter what you guys think, Evan would never actually be able to do that to me either, so since Rodolphus was the one who found the theory, so I… kind of went and asked him to torture me. Which is he didn’t even want to do, originally, but for whatever reason, he changed his mind and it actually worked. There was a weird, unknown curse along with the theory, so he didn’t use any unforgivable curses before you think that,” she added that one small lie quickly because she didn’t want to get Rodolphus into trouble with this, “and it worked. It was horribly painful, but it worked and remember the last week before the break started and how I disappeared? I didn’t want to go back to the hospital wing, so I cooped up in the Slytherin dormitory while I was healing.“

She took a deep breath, a lump forming in her throat. She was alright, she was ok, she was through most of it, but still, she only ever really thought about it or talked about it with Rodolphus, she never actually said these words out loud, especially not telling the whole story, and it proved to be a bit more difficult than she originally thought, and she found herself squeezing her two best friends’ hands again, this time probably more for her reassurance than for the others.

“It was—“ she cleared her throat and ducked her head for a second before she continued. “It was a stupid accident. Severus Snape and I, we were arguing about stupid stuff and we somehow got to the top of the stairs and I guess it disappeared not long after I got to the top because we were only there for about a minute when he started to leave and it was– it was so stupid, you know when you pass somebody and you hit your shoulder against the other’s in the process of it? That is kind of what happened here too, and I am pretty sure it wasn’t intentional at all, but I lost my balance and as I stepped back, the stairs just weren’t there behind me anymore and… and I fell. So it was all an accident, I just… I just don’t understand why he erased my memories? I guess he got panicked he would get the blame? Something like that? I don’t know, I can’t really think of anything else. This little bit is still kind of confusing, but… but it was all just an accident. A stupid, stupid accident and now I can just… move on from this.”

That last bit didn’t sound too convincing, even to Alice herself, but she was trying really hard to work towards that. Towards moving on from all of this and moving forward.

Frank frowned as she recanted the story she wanted to tell them both. Combing his fingers through his hair nervously. How long had she known all of this? He finds himself looking through Alice at Kingsley for a solid moment. Trying to digest all that she has said.   “wh-what if he had been lying? What if there was another way Alice?” Frank fidgets but actually keeps Alice’s hand in his own ever since when she grabbed it to state her confession. He’s trying to remain calm, but there’s something about his face that suggests he was feeling something altogether different.

A rare set of emotions that Frank Longbottom rarely portrayed. Just thinking of Alice in pain made him unsettled and he sighed loudly. He didn’t know what to say other than the words that flow from his mouth. “Snape is off of prefect duty. Does he know that you know?” He asked concerned what the boy might do, since he had gone through such great lengths to keep this a secret. “I.. I.. know this was your decision to make, and you must.. must have been confident with it.. but I don’t like it Alice. You had already gone through such extreme pain when the fall occurred.”  Frank nibbles on his bottom lip and looks her straight in the eye. “There aren’t any prolonged side effects to the spell you mean? You don’t feel any pain anymore?”

He’s uncertain who he wants to voice his displeasure at more.. Severus or Rodolphus.. or both. Severus would get a talking to by him, but he needed to focus on Alice right now. He places his other hand on her shoulder giving her a reassuring squeeze. She had been holding this in for Merlin knows how long, and his body still felt in shock about it.  Was it even his place to react? He had reacted when she had fallen, but now he felt torn. Between what was right in order, and what he wanted to personally do.

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alcfrtsc:

Alice laughed at him suggesting her face could get stuck in the scrunching expression she just made and her giggle softened into a smile at his nervous words that came after it. He was really cute, the way he thought he said something wrong and tried to correct it even though there was nothing to correct from the beginning and still he did it in such a lively, lovable way that it just warmed her arms each time it happened and tonight was no different.

And then he’s there, wrapping his hands around her and twirled her around with a dip and she let out a small squeak that probably only Frank heard and nobody else because it got lost in the crowd and music. One hand of hers wrapped around his shoulders while her other hand rested on his arm and she let him lead her, her head dropping back as he dipped her while she laughed and laughed because this was exactly what she needed - some goofy, mindless fun with one of the most important people in her life. Nothing hard work or trying to find common ground or even fighting over huge lies and words that were either said or unsaid, just pure, easy fun.

She grinned up at him taking her hand off of his shoulder, she took his hand, entwined their fingers together and she spun him around in a kind of awkward, sheepish way since she was so small compared to him, but she pushed herself up on her toes - she lost her balance for a second and squeezes his hand for a second as she got her balance back and spun him around as much as she possibly could.

Alice’s magic was astronomically magical in its own sense. It could drown out even the music to Frank. In fact the whole crowd seemed to dissipate ad his mind in a rare moment fixated only on her. Nothing else. No swimming thoughts, no incomplete babbling. It was just Alice and Frank. Smiling down to her when he hears the squeak he laughs. “Don’t turn into a mouse at midnight. I would rather not turn into a pumpkin either.” His cheerful laugh intertwining with the beat of the music. The tempo of the music was fast as their dance had been as well. Twirling each other and quickly stepping to the command of the quick rhythm. A fun dance for them both full of laughter and joy.

However, Frank started to hear the tempo slow. Unsure if this was just him being delirious or not, he pulled Alice closer. Securing the one arm around the lower part of her waist, while he held onto her other hand slowly swinging to the beat. Bringing their forms closer together in unity, as he stared bewitched into her soft kind eyes. The corner of his lips tug into a smile as he places their hands against the right part of his chest. Lost in the slow music that played in his mind he hummed the beat. Everyone around them continued to actually follow the music being played, but Frank had his own idea and his own tunes.

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reggiecattermcle:

“I think that their philosophy is that teenagers are going to be reckless and impulsive, but as long as they’re reckless and impulsive with adults nearby, it’s safer.” It wasn’t necessarily a bad way to look at things, and he greatly appreciated his parents and they way they did things. Fun parents, but they knew when to step in, knew when things were going too far and how to tame the wild. And he appreciate it. They didn’t micromanage, they didn’t hover, but they knew how to take care of him, of his brothers, of their friends. They could take care of an entire party of people, make sure that, at least for the most part, people were safe. 

Reggie could only laugh, shake his head a bit. “Woah, mate. Slow down there. One whole date.” Then again, Reggie was the king of going on one date with someone, or skipping the date all together. He’d been in one serious relationship, and he’s screwed that up. “Nah, I’m not with Octavius. Not with with, anyway. He’s my best mate, and we have a pet duck that is our son.” It was kind of a weird situation when he said it, but he laughed anyway. He loved that damn duck. Hell, he loved Octi, too. He wasn’t kidding when he called the other boy his best friend. “Ah, cute mute chick. Love that girl, she’s a whirlwind. And Alice. Very pretty girl. Didn’t think you were much of a dancer, though.”

“That’s an interesting philosophy maybe I should try that if.. do you think that it works? Reckless and impulsive?” Those two words alone were slightly part of his makeup. For Frank Longbottom they meant slightly different things. He could be impulsive and some people mistook his scatterbrained resolutions to being reckless. The boy never thought it would cause hi any sort of danger however. Frank scans the room again and ponders getting another splash of punch-la-booze in his cup.

He giggles at Reggie’s reaction. “yes one whole date. After I fell on my bottom. I’m pretty sure she was just giving me a pity date. Have you had one of those?” Frank tilts his head and glances around. Where had Annie gone off to anyway? He could spot Alice from afar and gulped a lump in his throat. “Oh I’ve seen that duck around here he’s damned cute.” Frank grins to Reggie and even combs the crowd from their spot to see if they could see it. “I thought about getting Alice a puppy. Would that be weird?”  Frank shakes his head from side to side with a slow shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t do very bad. My mum made me take lessons in case she ever gets invited back to another pureblood ball. Not likely.”

Being in a drunken state he attempts to show Reggie some dance moves, swaying side to side with his spirit hands in perfect coordination.

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catgotyourtongueannie:

Frank Longbottom was a mess enough on his own, but somehow, throwing alcohol into the mix was a volatile reaction that she wasn’t expecting. He was loud, he was cheerful, he was boisterous. She needed a moment to let it soak in, to watch his giddy expression and watch his over the top reactions. The kind of boy that always looked just a little out of his element, and yet somehow, put a drink in him and he became the life of the party. An awkward one, but that didn’t matter. Everyone here was awkward, a teenager with no real frame of reference for how to behave, having a good time. Frank was letting himself go, or at least, to outward appearance he was. 

But his reaction to her joke seemed over the top, perhaps a little more wild than she was expecting. Her eyebrow shot up for a moment and she actually felt herself take a physical step back from the reaction, unsure how to handle it. The boy was definitely enjoying himself. Perhaps it wasn’t bad to let her guard down. A little. 

His joke, however, was so corny that she snorted, and her eyes rolled. It wasn’t necessarily bad, of course. It was silly, silly in all the most fun ways, but it was out there. Her response had to wait while she let herself laugh. Finally, her response came. ‘You know, you could be crowned the king of cornball.’ She meant it in a nice way, and hoped it came off that way. ‘What do you call a fake noodle?’ Because apparently, they were just trading jokes back and forth, and that was fine. ‘Impasta.’

His own juvenile joke had him chuckling. The beer seemed to warm his heart and his funny bone, because the boy couldn’t stop himself from laughing so hard. Frank was sure that either way he would come off as a babbling idiot. So he might as well have fun with it. The last time he had been alone with Annie Wright was when they went on their first awkward date, because neither of them had been on one before. Frank had been normal then and now he was loaded with liquid bravery and general zaniness.

He hadn’t meant to startle her with his cheerful corny jokes, but he got the notion that this might make him even stranger. He’s wheezing to reclaim air from laughing so long, turning his voice huskier and lower than he meant for it to be. Curly locks became disheveled from him leaning forward to clutch his sides. He was standing back upright now beaming a large grin at the girl in front of him.

Frank squinted and read the words aloud with a chuckle. Then he started laughing against at her joke she signed off to him. “Does that mean I’m a fake noodle if I go to the wrong party?” He manages the question between giggles feeling his cheeks burn against the warm temperature of his body from the alcohol. His dad always loaded him with really bad jokes, so he was ready to do this for a lengthy amount of time or before Annie ditched him. “What did the duck say to the bartender?” He giggles before he responded. “Put it on my bill.”

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gilded-gilderoy:

It took a moment for the joke to sink in all the way and then Gilderoy was back at it again giggling up a storm, breathless. Perhaps he should drink more often, it everything hilarious. “That was, that was really good.” He wheezed. “Where’d… where’d you learn’em?”

Frank tried to answer Gilderoy between inebriated giggles, but he found it hard to stop laughing at his own dumb jokes. He felt better that the younger boy was laughing along with him. Then it didn’t feel as awkward. Between a few more giggles he grins and answers. “Um mostly from my dad. He likes to exchange jokes at tea time.”

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princissa:

❝No, I don’t believe we have actually. Why is that?❞ Narcissa asked though she already knew the answer. Frank seemed like too much of a buffoon for a Head Boy that Narcissa just always waved off any thoughts of a casual chat with him. Alice somehow managed to work her way into her relatively short list of people she enjoyed talking to but Frank always seemed to miss that boat. She seemed to get along with quite a few people who liked him like Alice, Sirius and James so maybe being friendly wouldn’t be the end of the world.

❝That’s funny, my parents practically encourage it. Though more with my sisters but Andromeda is nice enough to share a few sips when nobody is looking.❞ she mused as she poured some of the drink in her cup, deciding it was time to give in and see what she was missing. ❝Alright, I’ll hold you to that. You’re a lot bigger than me after all so you could probably catch me with just one hand with no problems.❞

He isn’t sure why but he feels himself sluggish in answering the question. He could have talked to her more, but she always seemed a bit snobby to him. Lost in whatever high society her family had given her. Frank always assumed it was because of him being a halfblood why they didn’t speak. “Is it because I’m not a pure blood?” He slurs out and really starts looking for a nook or something to curl inside. “You just always seem so preoccupied to say two words to me unless it’s for duties. Why is that?” He asked unsure if that question even made sense. Most of it sounded like compound jibberish in his mind.

He nods down to her a boy of his word. “Alright count of five you drink, and I’ll catch you.” He tries to wink at her but it comes more like a blink. He sets his own cup down just in case he might actually have to swoop in before she hits the floor. He’s unsure if Narcissa can handle the kick of this punch.

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art-weasley:

Arthur should be more cautious wandering Diagon Alley alone as it didn’t always contain the nicest of blokes. But he had his wand at the ready and it was broad daylight. Surely, it was relatively safe. 

Arthur turned a corner and saw Frank pacing, a soft whistle escaping his friend’s mouth. “Frank! Definitely good to see you!” Arthur thrust a small package into Frank’s arms. “Blue socks, two shades since you didn’t specify and I didn’t want to bring the wrong ones and there are some scone treats in there from my mum. She insisted. How the hell have you been?” 

Frank probably should have considered the danger that came with meeting in Diagon Alley. However he had not. Instead he was more excited to see Arthur, and more importantly his pair of socks. He takes the package happily, taking a peak between the paper flaps. “Cheers, Arthur. You’re a real mate. Scones?! Want to see if one of these places has some tea?Or well wait I also needed to shop. I’ve been good..healthy..My mum and dad said to tell you hello of course. I had a sleepover with Ali and King. Have you had any sleepovers over break?”

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jxmes-prxngs:

        He didn’t know how head and Frank had gotten themselves into the states that they were in, but he knew that the drinking contest had helped neither of them with their stability when it came to staying upright. James felt as though the world around him was permanently slanted, even as he raised his cup once more to his lips and drained the last few remaining drops, before frowning. “For the sake of keeping my own head attached to my shoulders, no I did not” he slurred, examining the bottom of his cup as though it would magical refill itself.  Really, he thought that it should given their abilities but alas, magic couldn’t be used legally by many around them and they didn’t want to call the party to the Ministry’s attention.

         As Frank steps to refill his cup, James almost asks him to do the same with his but the question dies on his lips and is replaced with laughter at the other guy’s fall. Clutching his side, he laughs a little uncontrollably as the guy pushed back to his feet and mutters about how many drinks they had had. “I lost count around cup seven” James admitted, grinning widely at his Keeper. Frank had had the same as him, or a little more, since James had found him with a cup already in his hand. He raised an eyebrow at the mischievous look on his friends face before smirking, wondering what new side of Frank the alcohol was unleashing. “I could go for a couple” he said, pulling out a coin from his pocket. “Heads or tails? Winner picks who goes first” he grinned, tossing the coin into the air and waiting for Frank to call.

Frank had nodded to James’s answer. He himself had not crashed any of the other parties, because he wasn’t invited and didn’t feel like getting a decade long rant from his mother about etiquette. He was absolutely sure she would disapprove how he almost busted his face on the ground after.. did he say seven beers? He’s losing his art of tomfoolery. He’s still laughing as he collects himself another cup before he stumbled back into place besides his captain. He was chosen for Gryffindor for a reason, and maybe that reason came out more after he had been drinking. When he wasn’t babbling about socks or Alice or both in conversation.

Light eyes flicker and squint to the other boy’s hand eyeing the coin. “Excellent. Ok yes. I feel like I could juggle a …group..of…mouses? rats? Mice. Mice. Mice is what I mean. I just wouldn’t juggle them obviously because that would be weird and they might bite me or throw up on my finger. Do mice vomit?” Frank clears his throat regaining his brave silence as before or so he thought. When the coin is midair Frank calls out, “Fingers! Merlin’s beard I mean teads! Heads!” Frank inwardly sighs at himself, but outwardly he’s already in another fit of giggles anxiously waiting for the coin to land so they can see who proposes the first dare.

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missglenda:

Glenda waited for Frank to reply through the music and he didn’t really seem sure of both himself and his answer, and she did wonder how much he had to drink already. Not that she wasn’t drunk (though technically she couldn’t determine if she was drunk or not because she’s never been drunk before so she could have been tipsy too, as far as she knew; what was certain that she felt giddy and didn’t have her usual boundaries that made her a socially inept person, she was just really rambly).

“I am not really- I am not really, you know, good either,“ she tried to loud-whisper back, but she couldn’t even hear her voice, which just meant that there was no chance in hell he would actually hear what she said, so in the middle of the sentence she just started it all over again kind of quietly screaming now - she didn’t want a moment where the song ends and she keeps screaming for everyone to hear. That would be way too awkward. “You think we shouldn’t sing? You think it’s a bad idea? I mean, I think it could be fun but maybe it wouldn’t be the best, but also I kind of already peeked on what songs we could choose from and there were so many good ones so I kinda wanna do it but now I also kind of not wanna do it so you think we should do it?“

Glenda looked so hopeful to do karaoke, and it conned Frank into wanting to do it too. Still not entirely sure he could belt out any notes that wouldn’t destroy the party, or make even her cringe. He was sure if she wanted to do it that he would go along with her. Offering her a charming smile he clears his throat. “I.. I.. I think we should. I just might.. run it,, but it would be l..lovely to ssing with you.” He stutters accompanied with his drunken slur. He blinks at the girl. She had already peeked at the list of songs? Glenda was dedicated.

Frank nods to her. “Yes. Let’s do this. My feet are still warm and I have not.. broke my bottom yet this evening.” He chuckles softly wondering how in Merlin’s hell had this not been one of James’s dares in the first place. Standing up he looks down to her nodding his head. “You choose the song and I will try.. try.. my best to not muck it up. I’ll even.. sing in y mum’s voice if I need to.” The boy drunkenly nods in agreement to Glenda once more confirming he was ready to do karaoke whether he ruined their lives forever or not by his off key singing.

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stalwart-shacklebolt:

“Merlin, you’ve had quite the night.” Kingsley said, amused as he returned the hug gladly. At least Frank had gotten a dance with Al in. He really ought to talk to Frank more about that later; about what he suspected was growing between the two of them, but he hardly wanted to jinx it. It could be brilliant for both his friends after all.

Kingsley blinked at Frank as he began talking about Benjy, then narrowed his eyes. Alice, that little snitch! Not like Frank couldn’t have figured it out on his own. Kingsley had thought himself subtle though. “You, you have been talking to Alice, haven’t you? She is a lying liar, do not believe her lying liar ways. We do not need– we do not need to go stand by Benj. I’m fine, I’m totally- look we can see him from here if we want we definitely don’t–”

“And the night isn’t even done.” Frank grinned to King merrily. But the grin quickly evaporated as he blinked up to his best friend. What was he saying about Alice? Frank stumbled slightly to the side licking his lips in thought. “Wait.. wait.. what King? What did Alice say? Did she say my dance moves were bad?” Momentarily forgetting his comment about Benji he comes his fingers through his disorderly locks slurring slightly in confusion. “She she she really didn’t like dancing with me?” He asks drawing his brows together in concern.  “Oh we really should go stand next to Ben. Ben’s fun I shopped with him during break. I even got a new par of socks Oh you don’t want to see him closer? But he’s just over there.” Frank rambles on from subject to subject.

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princissa:

Narcissa glanced up and recognized the Head Boy himself Frank Longbottom. She didn’t much care for the boy, still trying to get over the multiple times (she assumes) he had swapped around the prefects doing rounds together, putting her with someone other than Regulus. 

She stepped backwards as he sloshes around the drink in his cup and ends up just barely missing getting on her clothes as it spills onto the floor. ❝Do you always ask so many questions?❞ she asked curiously, making her way around the table just in case it happened again. ❝I drink just not very often. Champagne during celebrations, a little wine during dinner, normal stuff.❞ she shrugged before giving in and pouring some of the drink into a cup. ❝There normally isn’t spiked punch there though I don’t know if that’s what I’d call this. It sort of looks like just a mix of whatever was in the liquor cabinet.❞

Frank nodded to her first question, “Well of course I do. It’s me, Frank. Wait.. have we..ever spoken before? Besides prefect schedules and the extra work after Julia was found.” Now he feels like he wants to become one with the wall. The wall in Cattermole’s living room away from Narcissa Black. Was he seriously drunkenly discussing scheduling with her now? What’s next, Frank? Scheduling tea time with Satan? He chastised himself.

He takes another healthy gulp from his cup and squints down at the girl. “Wine during dinner and Champagne? That sounds groovy. My mum screeches if he we drink wine during dinner. I don’t really know why. Have a taste. If you fall over, I’ll catch you.” A cheeky grin offered to Cissa, because he wasn’t actually sure if his reflexes were on point.

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alcfrtsc:

“Frank, hi!“ Alice exclaimed in joy when she saw her best friend. A huge grin appeared on her face and she went in for a hug while he was randomly babbling about the party and socks. What was this huge obsession with socks, she did not understand, but it was a lot better than having an obsession with other things like knives or alcohol or something along those lines, and it was endearing as well She did kind of want to ask him where it all came from, though, but as she stepped back to ask him, he brought up Mulciber and the question slipped from her mind. “I am enjoying myself, Reggie really outdid himself this year. And I am here all alone, didn’t come here with anyone and definitely don’t plan on becoming anyone’s date no matter how much someone might sulk or glare.“ She might have seen him around the house a couple of times and it felt like his glares could cut through the walls even.

She took a sip from the cup she was holding all this time, drinking out the last bit of beer she’s been holding onto and put the cup down onto the first surface she could find before turning back to her friend and holding out her hand towards him. “Come, dance with me.“

 Frank stood there frozen in the stance like a deer in headlights. He blinks once and she is hugging him, he places his hands around her waist drawing her in for the hug. At first he was stuck in this awkward rigid hug, but when she mentioned she was alone he felt a slight bit more confidence  and security in his hug. Giving her a somewhat bear hug lifting her off the ground before he sets her back down again. Perhaps, just maybe, his arm lingers around her waist a little longer than it should have. Before he withdraws his hands to fumble the air around him. He blinks looking around for his drink. Shit did it walk away? No Frank. Objects don’t just walk away.

He chuckles nervously fidgeting, then something she says causes him to furrow his brows confused. “Who would be sulking? Glaring..oh and there it is. Did your dad ever tell you if you make an angry face that you face could get stuck like that? I mean I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t happen, but my mum’s threatened it a few times. I mean your face would like fine if it got stuck in a scrunch. I mean not that I want your face to get stuck in a scrunch, it’s lovely the way it is. I mean it’s pretty. I mean it’s great.” The boy babbles onward and feels his inner groan. Then she asks to dance and his brain lifts up.

“If..if you insist.” He slurs and twirls her, putting her in a slight dip. He laughs swaying his hips in an awkward manner.

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reggiecattermcle:

Frank Longbottom was a complete and total mess. It was just the way he was, and that was totally fine. Still, the moment that he jumped, Reggie let out a snort of laughter, rolling his eyes a bit as he downed the rest of his drink and tossed the empty cup to the side. It was his damn house, damnit, and he was the one who had to clean it in the morning. So he could deal with that later. Instead, he listened to Frank, a little bit slurred, but not too bad. At least the boy was having a good time. 

“Glad to hear that you’re enjoying it. Mum and dad always do throw some ragers. They like to be known as the fun parents.” Though they still kept an eye on things. Didn’t let things get too out of hand. Hell, his mum had gone out and bought boxes of condoms, which were littered all over the place. At the very least, they understood teenagers and how to keep them safe. Franks question make him clear his throat a bit. “Nah, I’m…” Not dating anyone. Holding out for Mary, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he could get her back. Maybe tonight was the night. Fresh start, new year, all that rubbish. Though, he was still fighting himself on that one. “I’m flying stag on this one, unless you count Octavius. He’s wandering around here somewhere with our son. How about you, mate? Got a date or are you working the room?”

           “Fun parents? Well no doubt they are more rad than mine. I’m pretty sure my mum would be nagging someone bout not wearing socks or you know looking shaggy. Blimey  probably even hex someone near the punchbowl with alcohol” Frank laughed as the mental image started to dauntingly dangle in his mind. He shouldn’t have been amused by his parents being duds, but h was in this instance. Maybe it was the fault of the buzz he felt,but no mater he was entirely enjoying himself. The condoms scattered everywhere made him a bit uncomfortable. Because all he could think about was Dom’s warning about drinking, wands, and out comes babies.

His brain lingered and teased him a minute. Alice was here. But Alice was taken Merlin’s beard. Frank turned himself to face Reggie lifting both his brows curiously. “I suppose I’m flying stag too. I don’t really date. I mean I went on one date, so I guess I date. I just haven’t dated here.” He clears his throat to stop his constant babbling. “Oh you are..with Octavius? Sorry did you say son?” He asked wondering if he had hear Reggie incorrectly. Two men and a baby at Hogwarts? That sounded like someone’s worst nightmare. Trying to juggle Hogwarts and a baby. “Oh right working the room.I..I.. told a bad joke to Annie, ad danced with Alice. Does that count?”

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catgotyourtongueannie:

Even if Annie wasn’t a mute, the likelihood of getting a word in edgewise when Frank was around was low. It wasn’t his fault, really, that his mouth just didn’t really stop. Hell, it was even a little bit charming, but she couldn’t help the fact that she had to lift a hand to cover her mouth, hide the laugh that was trying to escape as he once again went into a rambling diatribe. He was truly a mess, a gift and a mess. She took a sip of the water in her hand, resting her back against the counter. ‘I’m not hungry, but you go right ahead, Frank.’ She offered with a wave of her hand, toward the fridge, though she didn’t really think they should go rifling around in Reggie’s fridge, either.

‘How about I tell you a joke, instead.’ She offered it as she took another sip of her water, skipping over his question. Parties were definitely not her scene, at least, not parties like this one. But she’d smoked a bit, and she’d popped a quick pill to chill her out, and that had been good enough to at least not freak her out with all the drunkards around. ‘What’s the difference between a snowman and a snow-woman?’ A pause, and she gave it a long beat before she answered.

‘Snowballs.’

Annie always seemed to catch him in the most awkward places. But what were the odds that he would be having a conversation with a blimey fridge? Well it happened. He doesn’t feel as embarrassed as he would if he were completely sober. He tilted his head when she wrote out that she wasn’t hungry. He walks over to a bowl of snacks, as he starts picking at the edible items to hopefully make him less weird. Less talkative at a fridge weird.

He’s midchew when she says her jokes about the snowballs. Trying to be polite and mutter a ‘what?’ inbetween chews. However he almost chokes on his snack he starts a loud bout of laughter. “That’s a good one Annie.. Snowballs.” Frank’s boisterous laughter continues merrily the dimples indented into his cheeks. “Why..why didn’t the toilet paper cross the road?” Frank is almost wheezing form laughter his cheeks turning a bright red. “It got stuck in a crack..” He slaps his thigh giggling and looks at her hopeful that she’ll tell another joke. Frank catches his breath running a hand through his unruly hair snickering. He was convinced by the end of this party his side was going to burst.

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itsmefrank:

Frank knew where to find King. Let’s be real, Frank always knew where to find King. He had spent most of the time when he got there fraternizing with others, but it should come as no shock he had to find his best friend. He did a duty of checking every spare room first that he could find. Even the restrooms, and finally he came upon his best mate near the edge of the party. Offering him a wide grin. “King!” But King was in his own little world he could tell. Because he knew what it was like to be lost in his own world quite often.

He walks up and waits patiently before his friend speaks. Then moves his hand outwards to acknowledge King’s clothes. “You look smashing King. I wasn’t saying much mate. Are you having a good time?”

“Frank!” Kingsley’s answering grin was genuine as he pulled his attention away from the crowd and Benjy. It didn’t matter how often he saw Frank, the other boy was always a welcome face. Probably always would be. Kingsley didn’t make friendships this deep very often. He planned on keeping the ones he had. 

“Hey, thanks. Clara got me the pants but the shirt was all me.” And he’d gotten a compliment on it already so maybe his fashion sense wasn’t a complete wash after all. “Enough of one, yeah. I’m glad Benj asked me to come.”

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The boy leans over and gives Kings a hug patting the other boy’s back merrily. “This party is ace now that I found you. I..I ran into Ali earlier.” Frank bends his form backward looking at his friend’s hands. “I got lost drinking some beers with James. What about you? Do you want to drink together?” He asked gesturing back towards the kitchen.

Once King mentions Ben, Frank is scanning the room for the other boy curiously. “Why aren’t you with Ben right now? Needed a breather?” He pulls in a deep breath, trying to act serious but his words were slurred. “You’re feeling alright? The crowd isn’t.. isn’t.. too much?” Frank beamed up to King. “It’ll only get better. Maybe we could go stand by Ben?”

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itsmefrank:

Frank is toasted and has managed to get himself away from James and Alice. Squinting his eyes, he lifts his glasses from his pocket and puts them on his face. It doesn’t help his actual sight. He’s been rambling on random topics for several minutes, and now he stares at the refrigerator he had up until now been holding a lengthy conversation. Apologizing profusely because he thought he was talking the ear off an actual person. He turns to the nearest person, or so he thinks is a person. “What does an annoying pepper do? It get’s jalapeno face.” 

The lamest joke likely at the party has him cackling as he refills his beer. Tilting his head to the person on the receiving end of the joke. “Hey mate. Want to hear another joke? Do you like peppers? Jalapeno peppers typically upset my stomach a bit. I suppose anything too spicy does. I think that’s normal though.” He chuckles catching himself starting to slur ramble off again.

“It wouldn’t get jalapeno business to tell another one?” Gilderoy asked before giggling. Jokes weren’t his forte by any means but he was now officially drunk enough to try his hand at them anyways. Frank was laughing already so hopefully he’d keep laughing and Gilderoy could just let himself think his joke had done the job.

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Frank grinned at Gilderoy’s response laughing to the point he gripped his side. “Oi good one Lockhart” He says breathlessly between laughs. Gulping the air before he fires back. “Gil, what disease do you get when you decorate for Christmas?” His words coming out as a husky chuckle. Lifting a hand to wipe at his eyes. “Tin..Tinselitus.” He answers going into a full laughing fit once more.

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catgotyourtongueannie:

Annie should have stopped him moments before, but this was honestly the funniest sight she had ever seen in her life. She had just wandered back into the kitchen for a snack when she’d caught Frank Longbottom having a full blown one-sided conversation with a refrigerator, and she had just let it happen, watching and snickering behind her hand. She wondered, briefly, if this was what it felt like to talk to her, before he finally seemed to realize what he was doing and looked her way. The joke was… awful. That was the nice way to say it, anyway. But she still laughed, because his conviction was spot on.

She almost nods at his question about another joke, but before she really can, he’s on a ramble about peppers, and she has to blink a few times, shake her head. Her wand is out, and she’s writing a few words in the air. ‘I don’t do spicy often. Has anyone ever taught you that when you ask a question you should wait for the answer before you go off on a rant?’ A pause, and she added. ‘Maybe it’s time to retire the beer, friend.’

Annie had this absolute art of catching him at the most awkward times. Here he was talking to a blimey refrigerator and here she just popped up. Frank laughs with her glad that she laughed at his extremely horrid joke of the night. After his laughter paused he rubs at his face slightly embarrassed. He can feel his cheeks start to heat and likely turn a slight shade of pink. Merlin. Why did it have to be Annie? Well, at least it wasn’t Alice. Alice might have thought he really went off the rails. He reads the writing a bit better with his glasses on.

“I..yes.. I just can’t seem to help it. My mouth moves and I just don’t stop talking. You do remember our date right? I just can’t seem to just.. retire the beer? I don’t think I’m that far off am I?” Mate, you were just talking to a bloody refrigerator. He speaks it to himself in his mind. “Oh oh oh food helps with sober let’s go get food. Let’s open this lovely not judgmental fridge and get some grub. But did you want to hear another joke, Annie? Are you liking the party so far?” Damnit. He had just did what she mentioned all over again.