waiting outside the lines

Franklin Thomas Longbottom. 18/7th year. Hufflepuff. Papa bear in charge. Resident origami master. Broken up the most fights. Likes playing with his wand a lot. Joins too many clubs, has too much on his plate. Lover of life.

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margotxterreur:

Margot had gotten to their designated meeting spot first, first stretching her body as she lay her hands on the structure of the little balcony and breathed in the night’s fresh air. After a few moments she pulled out her cigarettes and lit one, she looked out at the darkened sky and took in it’s bright stars, before taking a seat to finish the rest of her cigarette while she waited for Frank.

She was there for maybe ten minutes before he arrived, putting out the cigarette and turning to Frank with a smile. “Oh of course, didn’t you miss me?” she teased in a light tone, a small giggle left her lips.

“I don’t know. I saw you around almost week, so it’s fair to say I might have missed talking to you.” It was easy to get friendly when they were alone, and Frank was being a friend. He had to remind himself that, even though she had a cute smile and a really nice face. You are better than physical appearances, Longbottom. Get a grip.

Looking at her remove the cigarette, the Hufflepuff relaxed a little as he leaned back against the stone wall. Not quite comfortable, but it would do, he supposed. “So...how have you been?”

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mireille-piaget:

Mireille listened with interest as the student explained the house system. Four houses, based on the founders. It was not a bad way to separate people, she had to admit. “Do you get to choose where you would like to be?” she asked curiously. “I heard rumors that a hat chooses the teams, but that sounded ridiculous.” 

He suggested a book on the history of the school, and she simply nodded, knowing full well that she wouldn’t have the time to read it. The young man’s tone was proud as he talked about Hogwarts and the unity between the houses. She took his information with a grain of salt - she couldn’t imagine at least some level of competition between the four groups - but the fact that he seemed so genuine made her inclined to believe him. 

“You sound very… patriotic? Or, not exactly patriotic, but… loyal to your school, despite separation. It is nice to hear.” Mireille silently considered Beauxbatons… comparatively, they didn’t seem to be particularly united. It was more of an each-for-their-own atmosphere, she decided, rather than anything promoting teamwork or togetherness. Though perhaps she only viewed it that way because she was never part of any of the Beauxbatons cliques. “I look forward to seeing your unity in action.”

“We just leave to the Sorting Hat. That thing is charmed to look through your memories and feelings, before finding a house best suited to your features. You don’t know it yet, but the Hat knows what it’s doing.” Frank shrugged, smiling. “I wanted to be a Gryffindor, like my dad when I was younger. That’s the house of the bravehearts. So naturally, I was upset when I was put in Hufflepuff. But then, over the years, I kinda saw myself as more of them than the red and gold guys, really.”

“I can tell you what else you’ll see; Quidditch. Hopefully. I mean, that’s where we get pretty cutthroat. Quidditch seasons are usually fueled with testosterone, adrenaline and an overall sense of ugly. So unless you want to get swept away by the masses, don’t choose a team. Watch it for the game, not the teams.” At this point, Frank was paying more attention to the conversation at hand than the road, so he had to look ahead to make sure they were on the right track.

The stairs to the owlery were steep, and Frank had forgotten how slippery they could get sometimes. “Careful there. It’s icy and might be covered in bird poop. Lots of bird poo.”

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Frank was a man of his word, and as promised, he was going to meet up with Margot and share their hidden bottle of whiskey. More than that, the Hufflepuff wanted to get to know her better. She was from Beauxbatons and she was French. She was the outside world that Frank had always wanted to see, and so he took the chance with her. A neat little balcony in the East Wing provided the perfect cover; a little niche for warmth, and they could still see the stars in the sky and remain hidden.

“Hey, I hope you didn’t miss me too much.” The smirk wasn’t nasty as Frank sat down beside her; it was playful, gentle and honest. A genuine offer of friendship. The least he could do for the ones so far away from home. @margotxterreur

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rcgulusblcks:

“Stretched anus? I’m glad you’re doing fine, because I well wouldn’t dream of you ever being the opposite.” He teased. “Doubt that you’re a fun time, but hey can’t judge a book by it’s stretched anus.”

“No, it’s not stretched anus. But really dude, the butt jokes are getting out of hand. And I am a fun time! You’ve never hung out with me, and this does not count.”

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edgarxbcnes:

‘’fried chicken all day everyday. don’t forget chocolate though, it’s a key component of any meal.’’ letting go of frank he chuckled running his hand through his own hair. ‘’i know, you’re just so giving, my little francine.’’

“chocolate frogs, yes. fried chicken and chocolate frogs for the next bath tub time.” frank grinned, laughing out loud at the name. “really now? francine? it’s a beautiful name, but i think i’d be more of a...i dunno man, a victoria i suppose?”

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bvllvtrix:

She dropped the purposely placed frown and went back to having her face completely and utterly unreadable. Let the other try and figure her out all he wants. Bellatrix never tried to hide who she is and who she believes – hell, she makes sure people know what she believes. “And I suppose you believe you are deserving of this? Don’t make me laugh, Longbottom.” Her eyes roll at him as he continued speaking. When did she give Longbottom permission to talk? “Am I suppose to care if you are glad or not?”

With every word, now that Frank realised it, he was digging himself into a grave he really didn’t want to be in. He had forgotten why Bella had the reputation that she had, and now that he remembered, there was no way out. One would think that spending seven years in the same classroom might have tempered them into mutually agreeing to some things, but in this case, it was not. “Look, Black...you’re taking this the wrong way. All I wanted was to have a little chat with you. You looked like sunshine and daises, and I wanted to rekindle our friendship again.” Not that there was any to begin with.

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dvrcs:

“It offends me, Frank. Art isn’t suppose to be quick. Art takes time and I get that you might not have any but still. Don’t worry. I’ll find something else to draw.”

Defeated, Frank slumped his shoulders. “I’m sorry Dorcas. You can have me, for all the hours that you need. I’ll even take my shirt off and pose. Just...please don’t...don’t make that sad face. It’s really effective.”

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margotxterreur:

“You would turn down a bottle of whiskey with me? A pretty French girl you have just met? Are you quite sure it is just “your boys”? I shall call you Frank, but only if you call me Margot.”

“I can assure you, it’s just my boys, Ed and Ted. I think you’ve met them? Tall, one’s blonde and the other has amazing hair? Totally amazing and fun loving? Well, one’s into star gazing, but the other’s into having a good time.” It was just habit for Frank to wingman his best friends; after all, he was their friend and Margot was really pretty. “Fair enough, Margot. Fair enough. But like I promise, I’ll make it up this weekend. A man’s promise is his bond after all.”

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alicces:

❛ so, do you want to tell me what really happened ,  or  - ? ❜ the brunette asked. her brow arched & scepticism rifed on her delicate features, as she waited for an explanation,

“ maybe it was an accident. i mean, he’s just thirteen alice. and it’s a thing that they do. maybe we could let him off the hook for now, and the next time you catch him, he’s all yours? ”

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pvttcrs:

❝ do a prank with me, frank ! let’s make it unforgettable. what do you say ? ❞

“ excuse me, mate? did you just say do a prank? potter, you’re freaking head boy, have some respect for the position. but then again, what’s the catch? ”

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lislc:

‘no,’ he thought to himself. ‘i am not, how you say, alright.’ containing his composure, lisle directed a curt smile at the — what house did this buffoon belong to? HUFFLEPUFF? ridiculous. “oui, never better.”

“Grand. The elves outdo themselves, every darn time.” Frank paused to take a breath, setting down his hands on the table. “As my grandmother always used to say, Provecho! And a toast to new friends and new alliances.”

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mireille-piaget:

It wasn’t the snow she was concerned about - it was all the corridors that looked the same. If she could get outside the castle, surely the owlery wouldn’t be difficult to find… but Mireille was just glad that he didn’t sound bothered; she’d overheard other Hogwarts students already complaining about all the directions that they’d had to give so far. Luckily, for every one who was displeased with their presence, another student was willing to help. 

She followed him silently, her footsteps thudding quietly against the ground. Maybe she could find out more about Hogwarts from this friendly one. After a few moments, she asked, “You are split into… sections at Hogwarts?” She couldn’t remember what they were properly called. “…Different teams,” she clarified. 

Frank put his hands into his pockets as they walked, watching his breath curl up in the cold winter air. It wasn’t hard to socialise; Frank took this as an opportunity to explore the greater world out there. His father would tell him about lands like America and the Middle East, and wizards with mystical capabilities. And how the boy would long to meet them; but alas, he would settle for what he got. Which was lovely conversation with equally genuine people.

“Houses. There’s Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Named after each of the founders of Hogwarts. You should read ‘A History of Hogwarts’, it would tell you all that you’d like to know about us. And here’s the thing; sure we may be divided by the colours that we wear, but our unity...now that’s really unquestionable.” He smiled proudly, looking ahead.

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I am holding on, to every word you say, I hope you hear me now, just like you did before

Aesthetic for Frank Longbottom.

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lislc:

THE BEAUXBATONS BOY had been seated amongst a selection of students, hailing from all three schools, in the great hall — all chatting of the names chosen by the goblet of fire and making bets before any events even began. it was wild & exciting! of course, lisle never missed an opportunity to defend the académie (along with his schoolmates who were scattered across the table) as well as share laughs with the people around him.

it all died down as dinner suddenly replaced hors d’oeuvres & the most prominent sound was forks & spoons hitting plates. he couldn’t help but notice the student seated next to him, practically shoveling the contents of their plate into their mouth. “écœurante,” the boy muttered in a hushed tone. the lack of manners was quite shocking to say the least.

Frank had always been a messy eater. He always ate enough to keep himself functioning, and in the process, usually everything around him would be a mess. Thank Merlin for the napkin though, as he downed a piece of chicken. Looking up to see the Beauxbaton boy staring at him, the Hufflepuff frowned. “You alright there, buddy?”

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mireille-piaget:

Oh yes, there were the birds, dark against the stark winter sky. Mireille’s gaze followed the owls towards the stone structure he seemed to be pointing at in the distance - much farther away than she had anticipated - then looked back at the student. “I’m sure you have better things to do than walk with me to send my letter,” she replied artfully. “But if you would not mind…”

“Well, I am free right now and I guess you might...get lost in the snow. It’s a big castle. Come on then, let’s be on our way.” It was jovial, his demeanor towards a little trek to the owlery. He liked the owls, and maybe it would be an excuse to be able to feed them again. “I don’t mind at all.”

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rcgulusblcks:

“Okay,” he said not wanting to admit that those words actually made him feel slightly better about himself. “So, elongated butt are you doing fine?”

“My ‘elongated butt’ and I are doing just fine, thanks for asking.  You know, kids back in the day used to call me something similar, till we learned the disambiguation of the name. Fun times, those were some fun times.”