FRANK + CHILDHOOD OBJECTS OF COMFORT bc i want to embarrass him
FRANK + CHILDHOOD OBJECTS OF COMFORT
When Frank was but a wee lad, the terror of what might lurk within his closet kept him up at night; Uncle Algie was notorious for whispering horrific stories of Boggarts that ate the toes from mischievous boys, and little Frank would lie under his covers with barely a sliver of hair showing. To Frank, his patchwork blanket (made by Augusta when he was but a barely there bump under her dress) was an Invisibility cloak that defied the monsters under his bed, in his closet - wherever evil lurked, they would have serious trouble finding the titchy Longbottom.
You’d be hard-pressed getting him to admit to it, but that raggedy lump of scraps he’s got thrown over the couch like a crappy imitation of a throw? Baby blanket. No, sorry - ‘Invisibility Cloak’.