#interaction: frank longbottom.

[frtsq]

@franklongbottcm​

“FRANK!” Alice yelled with the might of a tiny drunk person, because that’s exactly what she was. She’d drunk what seemed like a never ending supply of alcohol after her shift. She’d danced, she’d been able to make the best of a night that had otherwise given her a bad feeling. It was foolish, maybe, to allow herself this happiness -- this escape -- but she couldn’t help it. The current state of things was bleak, she was no optimist, but she knew she had keep going any way she could -- so she allowed herself this. “It’s so good to see you, I don’t mean to be a party pooper or anything but can we go home? I’m too drunk to apparate myself and I don’t trust myself to find a portkey. I need to check on Aster, too. I’m sure he’s fine but I just miss him. I miss a lot of things. I missed you.”

[drcsmdws-blog]

DEAREST UKNOWN WRITER ( @franklbttm ),

It’s come to my attention that we are in another universe or rather, timeline. I do hope you’re still out there. I’m no good with constants changing on me and you, pen pal, are a constant. I really hope you’re out there, that you’ve not disappeared into the great abyss of this massive bout of insanity. 

Are you still out there? Are you still alive? Is it you from our timeline? That feels so strange to say, yet, it’s what’s right. I don’t know what to trust or how to trust the Ministry after something like this -- even more so, I’m told there’s a war on the horizon. A whole war. 

I’m not ready for that. Maybe that makes me a coward but I never signed up for an entire war. I’m sure you didn’t either. 

                              Please write back soon,                                                                    Elizabeth Bennet

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@franklbttm

Frank was a prefect and on the Quidditch team, which meant that he’d been dealing with the aftermath of how FUCKED up things were much more than Alice had -- sure she captained Dueling club, but it was at the end of the day ( no matter how seriously she took it ) a club. Most of Alice’s business came from the amount of NEWT classes she was taking paired with extracurriculars outside of school. She’d wanted to spend time with him but sometimes their schedules didn’t match up -- so she settled for practicing some Quidditch ( and Alice randomly throwing DADA questions at Frank ), as long as she got to be in his company. 

“I heard there’s going to be a quiz on unforgivable curses. Some kids were talking about how they used them at school on each other or something scary like that, just something majorly insane. You’ve been hearing some of the stories, right? How Voldemort won?” Atlas had been from that verse, he’d known it more than she ever did -- or wanted to. 

A beat passed before she asked, Alice leaning back on the bench they were sitting on, the broom she’d been on next to her. 

“Can I admit something to you?”