#franklylongsuffered

[wila-travers]

Location: Prewett Estate Date: June 25th, 1984, after the debrief @franklylongsuffered​

Wila was exhausted. It had been a long day, and she had popped back to her flat after the healers had looked her over and made sure that she was okay. It had felt good to shower, eat something, and change into clothes that weren’t covered in blood before she had returned for the debrief. Even though everything had gone so completely wrong, she was proud of her team for doing their best and for saving as many muggles as they could. It had been a surprise to hear that Edgar was hurt more then she had thought, so she was glad that she had sent him back to headquarters when she did. She was worried about Evans, but they had insisted that she would make a full recovery. It felt good to be recognized by the higher ups. She was doing good work and it was about time that they recognized that. 

It had certainly been a surprise to see Frank Longbottom at the estate after the mission. She had been under the impression that he was still in Mungo’s. But clearly something had changed while they had been in London dealing with the explosion. Wila wouldn’t say that she was glad that misfortune had befallen him, but it had certainly allowed her to step up and show everyone what she had already known.

When the meeting was over and people started to filter out, she called out “Longbottom!” and watched as Frank turned to face her. She made her way over to him. “I’m glad to see you out of St. Mungo’s. Feeling alright?”

[adarkershadeofalice]

Alice Longbottom is 5′9″ (or 1.75 meters), which puts her just a smidge taller than her mentor and co-worker, Alastor Moody—although since he wears taller boots than she does, it isn’t usually obvious—and two inches shorter than her husband, Frank.

Having grown-up around many taller people, and coming from a family that all share similar or greater heights, Alice doesn’t tend to think of herself as particularly tall, although she is a little above average. Regardless, she thinks herself a perfectly reasonable height: tall enough that she can reach most shelves with ease, but not so tall that she has to duck to go under doorways. If she were asked, Alice would say that the most tedious part of her height is the fact that most chairs seem to have been designed for shorter people, and those extra few inches can be annoying to deal with when one is sitting for any length of time—at least so long as one is expected to maintain proper posture in said too-short-legged chairs. Alice is thus prone to crossing or curling or propping her legs up on things rather than sitting in a properly demure and ladylike position. If they wanted her to be ladylike, they should have designed chairs that were comfortable.

She’s also not particularly fond of the way off-the-rack robes are all so short in the sleeves (broad shoulders compound the problem of arm length for her) but between the Longbottom fortune and the generous wages she makes as an Auror, that’s easily worked-around by simply ordering only bespoke instead.