ALBATROSS

you drank, you shared, but you still could not be sated ; You said you're SCARED of the clocks that keep ticking over ; I'll find a way through ...

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location: ministry of magic gala. date & time: may 5, 1979. late into the evening. who: open to all.

     frank had never taken a liking to  ‘ fancy ’  parties, especially in his adulthood. they tended to remind him of the few pureblood parties he had been forced to attend as a child ― thankfully, his mother never bought into the idea of keeping up a pureblood social appearance. he was all dressed up in a brand new suit and tie and his messy hair had been somewhat tamed, though there wasn’t much he could do about the heavy bags under his eyes. regardless, he was jovial as always. chatting with his coworkers ( most of whom he actually enjoyed the company of ), making new friends, cracking jokes ― he was managing to uphold the behavior of a typical partygoer.

     it seemed the only thing that quelled his urge to leave and go straight to bed was the alcohol. frank was drinking much more often these days due to the stress of work. an occasional friday or saturday night binge was enough to allow him to keep his sanity.

    after excusing himself from conversation with a warm smile, frank stepped outside the gala and into the cool night air. a long sigh escaped him without his consent. frank pulled out a cigarette and lit the end of it with his wand, inhaling deeply. footsteps on the other side of the staircase alerted him; frank turned his head and met the gaze of the other with a smile, attempting to conceal his exhaustion once more.  “ i’m sorry, i didn’t even see you there. ”  he took another puff of his cigarette.  “ are you enjoying your night? ”

[flawlessgentlemen]

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flawlessgentlemen:

I hate being offered heart-throb after heart-throb. It is something that stresses me out about the industry that because you’ve done one part you can’t do any others – you want to say: ‘I act, you know. I can pretend.’

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justmeadowes:

date…               21 / 04 / 79, 18:00PM ( SATURDAY ) location…          the leaky cauldron, table 3, reserved person…            frank longbottom, @longbottxms

          saturday evenings for dorcas usually consisted of her spending time at ollivander’s or biding her time away at the leaky cauldron: tonight, it was the latter. she’d long since grown used to scaring away the customers who wouldn’t pay, after forcing them to pay up, in return for tom’s occasional hot meals. it was somewhat of a blessing, because she rarely ever ate on time with anyone else – she mostly lost herself in either wandcrafting, duelling or fighting, and forgot the time. most of her time, however, was spent with her head crouched over rolls and rolls of parchment, different wand designs covering the inches and inches of parchment, ink covering her fingers, staining where the tattoos were and weren’t. 

          she’d been sat in the corner of the round table she’d reserved since three, hunched over the rolls with ink pots holding them down. she’d been waiting for frank, having decided she could put some work in – work that she’d then shove into her bag. or as close to her bag as she could get.

          dor knew she’d probably end up simply shrinking it until it all fit into her pocket and stayed there. she lifted her head when the light shifted, the lantern swinging above her head as people entered and her gaze locked onto frank – he’d managed to convince her, while exhausted, that they should have dinner and talk. she knew they’d eventually come onto the topic of family; she’d already met augusta, dubbed her one of the few people she’d want on her side in a duel ( the woman was terrifying, and that was coming from someone who didn’t even consider voldemort scary, ) but she was more concerned with the fact that she needed to keep the rest of her family safe. and secret.

          ❝  oi, longbottom !  ❞ she spoke as a smile began to curve on her lips, beginning the process of shrinking all the parchment rolls, leaving her quill jammed between two of the rolls as she slid it all away. she’d long since decided frank was one of the few good ones, and considered him a close friend, only pipped to the post by alice, in reality.

     a “ day off ” for frank really didn’t mean anything — weekends were typically more stressful than the actual work week, because he spent half of his time itching to be back in the office and creating more work for himself at home. countless vacation days were stacked up under his name, all of them unused. it was difficult for him to tear himself away from work, especially as of late. he rarely took any leisure time for himself unless alice — or dorcas — forced him to.

     her voice cut through the din of the pub, calling his attention to her immediately. frank smiled in return. it was an easy smile, one that even his stress couldn’t prevent from growing. dorcas tended to put him at ease. most who didn’t know her found her unapproachable, but she was one of the few people who could remind frank to laugh these days. 

     frank slid into the booth next to her, eyeing the ink stains on her fingers and the bag of work beside her.  “ i didn’t realize you’d turned this into your office. i thought we agreed to no work today ? ”  his tone was light and teasing, especially considering he’d been working before he arrived, as well — which she surely knew.  “ and you don’t even have a drink waiting for me. what did i even show up here for ?? ”

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stcrbcne:

date & time | april, 1979. exactly 7:23 pm.  location | knockturn alley, outside borgin and burkes status | open to all 

           there was always something unsettling about the shadows that seemed to have eyes, tracking edgar’s every move, it seeped into his bones ( ha, still funny ). the eyes could tell an outsider walked among them, a man not entrenched in the dark arts outside of his career. a career that led him into trying to get answers out of caractacus burke who seemed to find a way to talk his way out of any questions edgar asked - working his way into loops that left the detective gripping his notepad out of frustration, knuckles turning white. 

      without evidence that burke was linked to the disturbing blood soaked, curse ridden deck of cards they had found at a crime scene, edgar was only able to prod the beast for so long before the man demanded that the detective leave the premise. he had left, promising to be back in the morning with documentation. 

     now, the wind seemed to grow colder, nipping at the back of his neck. pulling his coat closer against his body did little to comfort the man as he scribbled down a few notes about burke’s body language- a few items that seemed sketchy to the detective that would need further probing into when it wasn’t so late into the evening.  

       body tensed, notepad finally tucked away, his eyes swept the area and landed on someone else approaching. cursed his eyesight for not being able to immediately determine who the stranger was. 

         “ good evening, unfortunately mr burke has closed up for the evening. i can name a few more reputable stores that can help you". 

     It wasn’t unusual for Frank to be out this late-- not recently, at least. Work nearly always kept him late, and even when it didn’t he found himself seeking out answers to cases on his own time. Now would be a good example of that.

     For late April, the air didn’t seem to be as warm as it should be-- typically by this time, the late night breeze wasn’t as terribly chilling as it was now. Frank found himself wishing he’d brought a scarf along, or perhaps even a pair of gloves. In a senseless attempt to distract himself from the cold, Frank lit a cigarette as he walked. The tobacco was flowing more and more these days with all the stress that came along with work. Cigarettes were something that forced him to take a break, something that put a periodic rest to his chaotic and disorganized thoughts; thus, he couldn’t bother himself to even think of quitting.

     The familiar face caught his eye instantly. He assumed there would be someone else at Burke’s store, but not necessarily so late at night. In times of anxiety ( which tended to be quite frequent as of late ), Frank found himself pacing in front of suspects’ residences. Even when he was prevented from further action, as in Mr. Burke’s case, he liked to keep an eye on his suspects.

     “ No worries, Ed. Not here to do any shopping. ”  Frank’s lips curved into a smile around his cigarette as he took another drag. He assumed that Edgar hadn’t seen who he’d been speaking to.  “ Any luck in there? ”

[evanrsiers]

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evanrsiers:

Endlessly loving and thoughtful, Alice was always the smiling girl who was known to be supportive of her peers, ready to listen to their problems and give them advice, or lend them a shoulder to cry on. From a young age she has her sights set on becoming an auror; wanting to do something worthwhile and something that she could proudly claim has changed the world for the better. Whilst Frank Longbottom was Hogwarts’ charming and chivalrous gentleman. His gregarious, personable nature makes him likable to many. His heart is certainly in the right place, and his bravery is yet to be tested, but standing for the greater good had always been his calling. To do so as a fully-fledged auror would be a dream come true for the bloke. At some point they’ve been a large part of each other’s lives, both helping each other out at achieving their dreams of becoming aurors. Their constant support and unwavering belief in each other abilities have proven invaluable, giving them both the confidence they need to succeed together.

[longbottxms-blog]

Hey guys !! So I already introduced myself in the OOC chat, but here I am again to introduce my little baby Frank. I am open to any and all plots, so come love my little baby !!

* △ — the dark lord has targeted FRANK LONGBOTTOM !  the muggles say he hold(s) resemblance to SAM CLAFLIN . the 26 year old CIS MALE was JOVIAL & DOTING before the war, but has now become ON EDGE & EXASPERATED . though they were once a part of GRYFFINDOR , they have now taken up the position of an AUROR . whispers throughout the ministry claim that the PUREBLOOD is actually AN ORDER MEMBER , but i wouldn’t report that to the daily prophet. 

( THE AESTHETIC )

all the passion of a fire raging through a forest ; a splash of whiskey in a warm cup of coffee on a cold winter night ; eyes still warm despite being rimmed with exhaustion ; a war cry in the face of injustice ; hands that are calloused, but as gentle as can be ; relentless curiosity ; the lingering smell of cigarette smoke on an old jacket ; loud, unapologetic laughter even at inappropriate times ; nails anxiously bitten until crimson leaks from the nailbeds ; the smell of an old favorite book ; a soft smile following a soft kiss ; saying too much ; the warm colors of fall ; the roar of a lion ; balled fists and frustration ; tousled hair ; a door suddenly slammed shut by the wind ; bitter tears soaked into a flannel sleeve ; late night talks ; drinking red wine out of a plastic cup ; soft music playing from another room ; a single lamp illuminating a study ; mountain ridges against a cloudy sky ; the weight of the world on top of tired shoulders ; ignoring personal problems to help others .

( HEADCANONS )

001. Frank’s interests change too quickly for most to follow. One week he could spend hours pouring over books about ancient muggle architecture, then the next week he’ll have a full stack of books from the library about something completely unrelated. His general interests range far and wide, and he immerses himself fully in his hobbies– even if they don’t tend to last long.

002. Before the war, it was difficult to detect any sort of temper in Frank. While he has always had a tolerance for injustice and has never hesitated to speak his mind, he was much calmer when all he had to worry about was his studies. With the war progressing and his constant workload, Frank is beginning to harbor pent up aggression stronger than he knew he was capable of. It comes out in little ways– a door being slammed slightly too hard, a glass slammed down onto the table, a snappy response to a friend. The rage building inside of Frank scares him, but the constant necessity to be working is getting to him.

003. Frank’s father had a mysterious and rather tragic death when the boy was just six. He was murdered on his way home from work one night, and the ministry never put much effort into solving it. This, although he has never acknowledged it, is partly where his passion for justice stems from. Now, the only person in his family that he keeps in contact with is his mother. Frank is certainly more independent than the average mother’s boy, but the two have a special bond. His mother is the only one in their family (besides his late father) that shares his political viewpoints, rather than the standard pureblood beliefs. The two are quite close, and she worries constantly about Frank’s work during this time of turmoil.

004. One thing most people love most about Frank is his ability to turn any negative situation into a positive one. Whether it be getting caught in the rain, missing a train, or having a falling out with a friend, he always has a joke in mind to cheer people up. The stress of his job is beginning to wear on him, though, and those close to him are beginning to notice. His jokes are still present, though often half-hearted; his dazzling smile is sometimes more of a stressed grimace. Frank is trying his hardest to remain positive in the face of adversity, just as he’s done his entire life– but he fears he’s nearing his breaking point.

005. “Fiercely loyal” isn’t even a strong enough description for Frank. When it comes to people, he acts a bit similar to how he behaves with his hobbies and interests– once he’s in, he’s all in. Unlike his hobbies, though, he never drops people. His family, friends, and position as an auror are the things he values more than anything else. Those he truly loves he will protect with his life, no matter what the situation.

[nymphadorass]

hp » marauders’ era: frank longbottom

“My son and his wife were tortured into insanity by You-Know-Who’s followers. They were Aurors, you know, and very well respected within the wizarding community. Highly gifted, the pair of them.”

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Sam Claflin  by Tomo Brejc

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