a very important date: rosie & frank
@rosetrelawney
Hogsmeade shone brightly under the burning sun, the cool air frigid despite the ferocity of the sky. November was too breezy for Frank, but it also meant Quidditch. You win some, you lose some, Frank thought to himself, shrugging. He wore a blazer with hat, gloves, and scarf to ward off the cold, but it was impossible for the wind to not penetrate his defenses. He hoped Rose had dressed warmer than him. She was always so careless that he seriously worried she’d get sick at any point when they were outside.
Speaking of his girlfriend, where was she? At this point, Frank no longer blushed at the word girlfriend, even when spoken in his head. Almost one month had passed since their awkward Halloween fiasco, but the Hufflepuff had been surprised what that night had turned into. When the school year started, he’d thought he’d be too busy for any sort of relationship, but he couldn’t just ignore that he liked Rose. Especially when he knew she liked him and they had slept together already. Honestly, he was beyond relieved that he had listened to the voice that told him to stop being a wanker and just go on a date because this was probably the happiest he’d been in the entirety of his school experience, albeit the most exhausting one.
Just as he began to worry that Rose wasn’t going to show, he was nearly toppled as the weight of someone smaller than him attached itself to his back. “Rosie,” he gasped. “I know I told you to stop tackling me.”
