The Hero Frank

Auror. Longbottom. ORder member. 27 years old. in love with the most beautiful woman.

[theherofrank]

clementdelacour​:

If Clement was terse with Frank when they met like this, it was by design. The last thing he wanted was for Frank to figure out who he was—when Clement had been alone in a new place, Frank had been unnervingly kind until Clement actually grew to like that about Frank, surprisingly enough. It had been exactly what Clement needed. So, to be thrown into this situation when he came back to England and back to see the few friends he had made during his first stint living here was excruciating. Clement had never thought that lying would ever feel wrong to him, but there were times when he and Frank would be on patrol that Clement would just want to lay down in the street and let the earth swallow him whole instead of feeling his guilt about this manipulation. 

“Bonjour. Ca va?” he asked, deadpan, turning his head just slightly towards Frank so that he could get a better look at him—mainly because he wanted to find Frank when he got in, blatantly use his friend as an anchor for at least part of the party so that Clement wouldn’t feel the bored anxiety that always gave him itchy fingers and made him prone to turning on his Veela charm just to steal to alleviate that feeling. The people around him helped keep him grounded, and sometimes, it was nice just to forget all about this part of his life. Clement took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m fine. Staying in the same place they put me up. No one has caught on yet, it’s still safe.” He paused for a moment, trying to find the right word for what he wanted to say. “It’s…secure.” 

…

“I’ve been better, mate if I’m being truthful,” he said but really this wasn’t this Auror’s fault why he’s been feeling anxious so he’s not going to try and get into it and be a bit more cheerful. “Good thing you’re safe, truly am happy about that- are you going to take a night off and go into the party? Or is all you do is work?” he asked, glancing again at the doors near them, hoping this wouldn’t take so long. “Do I need to send anything too this time or are you in a secure enough place to send your own owl?” he asked, curiously. “If we’re done, I’d like to go inside.” 

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[theherofrank]

clementdelacour​:

**where: **outside the zabini estate  **when: **january 25th, 8:00 pm  **who: **clement delacour & frank longbottom 

If he could have avoided this whole ordeal today, he would have, but he knew that his “handler”— 

(he always hated that word, it made him feel like a child who couldn’t take care of himself, and he had long since grown up from being that little boy who didn’t know how to exist in English society other than to make himself as small as possible) 

—would get in touch with le service d’aureurs francais, and that was the last thing that Clement wanted. If the force of the French Auror Service came down on London to look for Clement, it could only spell disaster. Perhaps what was even more terrifying to Clement was the prospect that they wouldn’t send anyone at all, that they would just throw up their hands and send someone else in his place. 

The difficult part about the space that Clement was currently occupying in the world was that he had no idea who to trust. He trusted that the Order was doing the right thing, but he also trusted that his superiors were doing the right thing. Sometimes, they were in direct competition with each other—and it was at times like that when Clement had no idea what the fuck he was doing, and he did feel like the little boy who wanted nothing more than to curl up until he was invisible. 

What made it all worse was that Frank, who was actually a friend of his and had been since Clement’s sixth year, probably his worst year at Hogwarts, was pulled into Clement’s convoluted life without Clement’s okay. Now, he had to report to Frank, who was reporting to the French aurors, clandestinely. Frank still didn’t know that the man he trusted to have his back on Order missions stabbed it over and over every time Clement lied about his real position in the war. 

So, he wanted to just get this over with as quickly as possible, standing out of the way of the incoming party guests with a heavy robe pulled around his shoulders and lifted over his head so his face was cast into shadow. He held the tip of his wand—11 ½ inches, dogwood, veela hair—against his adam’s apple to alter his voice enough that Frank wouldn’t realize who he was talking to. When Frank finally approached, his voice was guttural and otherworldly, nothing like Clement’s normal voice. 

“I have information for them. Will be sending it in the next few days.”

Frank’s nervousness was apparent, his hands squeezing his arms as he continuously tapped his foot, he felt like something important was going to happen tonight but he was trying to keep his wits about him. It didn’t help that the first thing scheduled for tonight was his meet and greet with  “la personne mystérieuse” and Frank briefly wondered if he’d ever be free from secrets. He was hoping he could make this quick- he was excited to meet his wife and see who else was here and also wanted to make sure he didn’t make a gigantic fool of himself.

 “I thought it was polite to say a little bonjour first,” he joked, remember he had been told that when he spent the summer at the French Auror department. He looked him over, impressed with how well he was concealed and wondered briefly if he had a spell on him. “Bonjour,” he said pointingly. “So anything I need to do. Are you sure that haven’t expired yet? How do i know that secretly you’re not dead?” Sometimes these were so pointless but Frank is not one to not give an assignment his all. 

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[theherofrank]

Frank’s heart hadn’t calmed down since he got out his fathers (maybe even great grand fathers) robes out from the attic. He’d been carefully not to show even his own wife what he’s wearing- promised to go separately to the event. Frank had a lot of confidence but knowing he was going to purposely go to a fancy event and wear something he usually doesn’t makes his whole head feel light. 

He held the monkey mask in his hand, nervous but there was something else, excitement. Maybe it was silly to put so much stock into a piece of paper but after reading about it his mind kept drifting back to  monkey... the power... and he knew he had to go with the monkey mask, even if it didn’t actually do anything, it will be good to admit that power... was his actual desire. Maybe not in the same way others who will chose this mask but doesn’t make it less true for Frank.

The mask in the photo goes around the whole head but on when Frank wears it, it’s just a mask that covers his whole face but not his hair and it’s tied with strong string, if you were looking at him front facing, you’d see a puff of his hair from the top. 

[theherofrank]

noir-chien​:

Sirius grinned at Frank. “Knowing me, I’m afraid I will have to,” he finished, his laugh echoing throughout Frank’s office.  He chose Frank’s name to be the partner he accidentally hexed and then he took a minute to think of a hex that would be used in an auror mission. He thought of the confundus charm, that was widely used by aurors on their targets. 

“Okay, so The Confundus Charm I think will do,” he told Frank and proceeded with writing the name and incantation. At duel training, Sirius preferred non-verbal magic, at least when he was capable of such advanced witchcraft, so he decided a non-verbal accidental hex would be the best scenario for the forms. 

Sirius smiled and nodded at Frank when he shared the additional info. The Aurors that trained them had yet to inform the recruits of their observations and he felt lucky that he got to catch a glimpse of the Auror world. “Now to sum-up, the Confundus Charm with the incantation ‘confundo’, casted as non-verbal.” he paused for a moment “Since it’s a spell that requires great skill, should I add (un), in case it was a different spell but showing the same symptoms?”

Frank was amused he was being included on this form but didn’t say anything, even more so the charm was the confundus. He nodded, going into teacher mode without realizing, “Yes, good to use non-verbals, I noticed in practice you tend to favor them. Do you find your spells weaker when you do non-verbal or is there any difference at all?” He listened and watched as Sirius wrote, “Well you would know what you casted but if it was me who casted it on you and you were unsure you would write UN- if you like thought you could write NDO, short for not desired outcome if you casted a spell and it preformed oddly in anyway,” he said nodding to himself.

 “Now in the next part, you want to check you witnessed it first hand and then you’d want to explain the immediate treatment and if there was any further treatment. Sometimes there is no immediate treatment and sometimes there is immediate treatment that is offered but the wizard refuses to be helped, so if those are the cases you check off the boxes next to those and then it’s important to write which healer helped you or your partner, which case is me, because you tend to forget the more details as times go on and you don’t want to be looked upon for review, they see that all you wrote is ‘a healer checked him’ because they want to be able to talk to the healer and see what was wrong. Merlin forbid anything happens to me but that’s why important to write down peoples names and leave a paper trail,” he explained. “Does that make sense? What do you think I should use as treatment- any answer is okay, I know you’re not trained to be a healer,” he said kindly. 

[theherofrank]

alice-in-axrorland​:

It made Alice sad to see the manor needing so much work. She hadn’t grown up here of course, but she figured Frank must not like to see it needing so much work. It was why she had wanted to renovate it. If they were going to live here for the next 50 odd years, then she wanted them to actually enjoy their home, and not be sad because it needed so much work. “Hey….don’t let yourself get down….” She murmured, shaking her head, offering him a sad smile. “It’ll be okay. You have me. We’re a team, and always will be. We’ll be fine”

She just raised an eyebrow at him. “Like you ever win a fight against me anyway” She teased, clearly joking. To be honest, she believed they were evenly matched, not that they had really fought outside of duelling at work. And if she was at all honest, she’d never be abel to intentionally  hurt Frank anyway. “Ooh…. Yes!” She murmured with a grin. She placed her book down onto the table. “I love when you get all excited” She continued, standing up, and stepping closer to her lovely husband. “Oh? Now I just want you to show me. You know how inpatient I can get!”

He smiled at her reassurance and shrugged his shoulders averting his gaze. “Yeah, you’re right of course, what am I thinking.” He chuckled, “I wouldn’t even try to fight!” he agreed, putting his hands up in defense. 

 He grinned, “I’m not going to show you the potion until you finish the book, otherwise what’s the point of the book,” he joked. “I much rather see the room, lead the way!” Frank said as he began to walk back into the house. He enjoyed that Alice took this seriously and loved being able to come home and see small updates to their manor, it was refreshing. He held out the tea, “Do you want a sip? It’s a little spicy.” 

[theherofrank]

lucius-a-malfoy​:

Date: January 3 Location: Ministry of Magic Headquarters Closed to @theherofrank​

Why was it Wednesdays always felt the longest? Long and dull and boring, catching up on case notes from the beginning of the week, prepping for the cases yet to be handled.. Today has been even more lackluster than normal. Almost all of the reports were to do with improper firework castings that could be seen by muggles at the start of the New Year. And who cared? The idiot breed would just think it was mundane muggle fireworks anyway. Most of the rest were children using magic while home on holiday break. He really just couldn’t understand why the Ministry cared if children used their magic. Shouldn’t they be practicing to get better? Was that not the point of being young and being taught? What was the sense in it otherwise. 

As he was leaving, he almost sighed to himself when he found himself behind someone all too familiar leaving the building. “Well look at that, yet another place they’ve let you in,” He said. The smile was pressed, so no one around them would know what he was talking about. But Lucius knew Frank would understand the meaning. He’d been let into the Ministry as an Auror–but also accepted into the folds of the Mundus Novus. “Suppose I will have to get used to seeing familial faces around more, won’t I? Almost a pity. Only almost though, so I suppose things are looking up for you.”

The past few weeks have felt difficult and over the last few days, his uneasiness went down. On New Years his fight with Fabian was strange and jarring but Frank still had no idea why he was taken, just a few of the members and the fact he had to do a blood oath. The sinking feeling in his stomach was strong but the past two days have felt relatively more normal as he could bury himself into work and avoid Fabian once more. He was completely lost in thought when he bumped into Lucius and Frank’s usually pleasant expression turned into a serious frown. Then confusion for a moment until he realized what Lucius was saying- not only was Frank in this strange group but he would be required to be seeing everyone again and the fact Lucius felt this was amusing was enough to get Frank, with his normal temperate, upset. “Well if I can help it, I’ll spend my time avoiding you even though it’s always a pleasure to see family,” he said flatly. “I’m not sure if I would call it looking up but I guess we never really do see eye to eye.” 

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[theherofrank]

ofrebelliion​:

ever since her separation from her relatives, andromeda had developed an affinity for knitting and embroidery. naturally, there were spells meant to take on the task and save her the time, but she had opted for doing it herself. as antiquated a pastime as it was, the woman had grown fond of its innate calmness, as well as the fact that it enabled her to keep her restless hands occupied. now it was not uncommon to see her with the embroidery hoop or a pair of sewing needles at hand, especially after dora’s birth. she was thankful that her daughter had outgrown the multiple hand-made sweaters andi had made her, ones where the stitching was dreadful and inconsistent. 

as she worked on her own beanbag, her hands moved gently, familiar with all the motions. she had figured this kind of project would be perfect for a beginner like frank, even if it was regarded by some as being ever so tedious and boring. the brunette lifted her gaze from the needle and thread just in time to catch a glimpse of his smile. instinctively, it made her smile too.

“i was just saying—” andromeda commented, faintly shaking her head as the last traces of a grin lingered on her face— “that you’re doing great so far. though, please be careful not to poke your eye with the needle. there’s a whole array of charms that can help with that, but the less injuries we can avoid, the better.” 

“fancy more tea? i think i might pour myself another cup.”

“Ah,” Frank said, nodding, biting his lip. “Well thanks, it’s okay,” he said sheepishly, stopping with the needle all together and just looking at the beanbag, moving it between his fingers gingerly. “I’ll be careful with my needle, I enjoy my eyesight,” he agreed. 

“Bah!” he said, “Sure there are charms but doesn’t it feel different when you’re able to do it with your fingers and hands,” he said, pushing his hand up for effort, “at least that’s how I feel about my music. When I play music I feel the magic and when I sew these- well I don’t feel the magic but when I see YOUR projects, I see the magic,” he added looking at her. 

He nodded, “When have I ever said no to more tea?” he grinned and looking down at his bag, tapping it with his foot, debating with himself. “Can I ask you something that I’ve been... thinking about lately? About... families?” He went back to using the needle, so he didn’t have to look at her answer. 

[whatnotmemes]

——————–CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS

1. What is their favorite article of clothing, or one that they wear most often? 2. Do they have anything in their wardrobe that they have never worn? If so, why? 3. Are they close with their family? If not, do they have a found family they are close with? 4. Do they tend to hold on to things for sentimental reasons? 5. Do they go looking for love or do they prefer for things to happen naturally? 6. What is their hygiene / makeup routine? 7. What do they do for self care? 8. What hobbies do they have, or what do they do for fun? 9. What career did they want as a child? 10. Do they have any celebrity crushes? 11. What was their first kiss like? 12. How many pets have they had throughout their life? Which was their favorite? 13. What does their bedroom look like? 14. If they had one letter or one voicemail to send to a loved one and could never speak to them again, what would they say? (sender can specify loved one or recipient can choose) 15. If they were in a slasher movie, what stereotype would they fall under? 16. Have they ever been in love? If so, with whom? 17. What piece of media influenced them the most growing up? 18. Do they have any phobias? 19. What is their dream home like? 20. Do they have any children? If so, how is their relationship? If not, would they like any? 21. Have they committed any crimes? If so, were they punished or did they get away with it? 22. What colors do they love? What colors do they hate? 23. What is their favorite food? Least favorite food? 24. Do they have any niche interests? 25. Is there anything about themselves or their life that they are ashamed of? 26. Is there anything about themselves or their life that they are proud of? 27. Do they collect anything, or have they in the past? 28. Do they spend a lot of time online? 29. Have they gone to college? What was their major? 30. Have they had any near death experiences? 31. Share a random headcanon.

[theherofrank]

xophelias​:

Ophelia paused for a moment before holding her hand out to him. “Let me show you how,” she said, beckoning him closer with a twitch of her fingers before taking his hand and gently splaying out his fingers so that they made a relaxed c-shape before pulling his hand forward to hover in the air near the instrument, creating a mournful note that cut through the space around them and filled the room with sound. 

She paused, looking him up and down once. “Ophelia,” she replied, reaching a hand out and firmly shaking his once. She wasn’t used to people just coming up and being friendly to her like this—most people tended to be intimidated by her and steered clear. It was a strange change, and Ophelia was wary of him. 

“I had a tutor,” she replied. “A very talented woman.”

His eyes grew in wonder as Ophelia beckoned him forward and he followed her lead slowly letting her cup his hand. Surprised at the sound even with the little demonstrating at the beginning, he couldn't believe how much beauty and real raw sound it made, his hand slightly trembled as dramatic as that he felt that was. He stumbled over his words for a moment before looking at Ophelia again in awe. 

“That’s fantastic!” he said, emphatically, almost chuckling. “The sound is so- haunting- so real!” he looked at her, “I mean that’s the whole reason I ever got into music, ya know?” he said, his voice slightly rising, excited. “Maybe it’s oversharing but wow, that’s the sort of sound you want and I didn’t even know what I was doing! I’d love to hear what you do with this sort of tool, I’m sure the woman you learned from was very talented but you must be as well!” he said, smiling wildly. “What do you like playing on it? I imagine it’s great for some mood pieces!” He might be too excited and asking too many questions and hoped that Ophelia wouldn’t be turned off or cold, Frank couldn’t help himself sometimes. 

[ooolympia]

[lucius-a-malfoy]

@theherofrank

[theherofrank]

Some quiet time after a particularly long day. 

[theherofrank]

alice-in-axrorland​:

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“I really do miss the summer…” Alice murmured, a little pout on her lips. She really did appreciate the summer months, when it was bright out, and sunny and warm. “I can’t wait for summer when I can start working on the garden again” There garden wasn’t the best in the world, but she didn’t see the point in working on it too much in the winter months when the plants wouldn’t grow as much. But she couldn’t wait for spring when she could put in some new plants, and really get their garden looking beautiful.

“Renovating is relaxing for me” She pointed out, shaking her head. “Anyway. You know me. I can’t sit still for long” It was why she hadn’t been the best pureblood girl growing up. She hadn’t been able to sit and be a good little girl. She’d wanted to run and be adventurous in the garden, not sewing. “I’ve got two rugs actually. I wanted to see what one you liked best before I decided” Since she liked that the renovation of their house was a couple project. She wanted Frank to be happy with the rooms too. “I hung up a few of the new paintings we’ve acquired, and took out that awful lighting fixture” Since you know. It hardly brought any light in. “I just need to find a new lighting fixture to put in there now…”

She got a bit carried away with the renovation talking, so it was good that Frank brought her back to attention with a new topic. The book hadn’t been what she would have picked up, but she was enjoying. “I wouldn’t have picked it myself. But I am enjoying it” She murmured, grinning at her husband. “i was never very good at potions. So maybe this will help!”

"Don't worry about the garden," he said looking around, giving a small sigh. "We will work on it while we do, it feels like everything in this manor just needs so much. It's hard for both of us to really, with work and the Order... I don’t know if we are ever going to calm down,” he said seriously looking at Alice, frowning. 

“Well that is good, it’s most important to make sure you feel relaxed- I guess I feel relaxed while playing the violin so who am I to fight  what is really relaxing,” he said grinning. “Oh!,” he said getting up, “Do you want to show me now? I’d love to see some rugs, why not,” he said stretching his legs and taking another sip of his tea. “Have you tried some of the new tea I bought? I love it, feels better then usual,” he mused taking another sip. “Yes! Let’s see the paintings- unless you want to stay here and read, once you finish the book I was hoping you’d let me show you a particular potion,” he said mysteriously. 

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[theherofrank]

noir-chien​:

Sirius took the seat  that Frank offered next to him, so they could start working on the file. “Yeah” he answered simply and instead of looking around his bag, with a non-verbal spell he retrieved his quill and ink from it. He gently took the paper in his hands again and went over it carefully. He nodded at his instructions mumbling his thankfulness. 

He furrowed his eyebrows thoughtfully to think of an accident he should write about. He thought it would be best to choose something complicated, so something easier to explain would be like a breeze. “Maybe accidentally hexing a fellow Auror and not the proper target?”  He stated and started filling the name and general questions, as he was told.  

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Frank couldn't help but laugh. "Sounds perfect, I hope this doesn’t become something you fill out frequently but an amusing accident,” he nodded. He watched him carefully filling out the basics and when Sirius stopped, he assumed he wanted Frank to add more instructions. “Great! Now pick any name for the second Auror... good... now-” he pointed to the INCIDENT LINE, “It’s important for you to write down the spells name if you know it, the fact if it was verbal or nonverbal and the color that’s produced from the wand. If you’re unsure what the spell is but you think you know, write it and in parentheses write a little (un) which is fancy Auror speak for unsure,” he said, grinning tapping the paper. “Obviously you aren’t expected to know all of the observations we use daily especially because there are so many but it’s good to start early.” He hoped Black enjoyed knowing something the other recruits didn’t and wasn’t put off from so much instructions. “What spell are you going to say was in use?” 

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[theherofrank]

rishafawley​:

Risha had her eyebrows raised as she looked at Frank. “How do you see if an egg is raw or boiled from the outside. It looks exactly the same,” she pointed out to him. A raw egg was definitely not something for her to eat. She loved food, especially the food that was from her own country. Indian food was definitely the best in the world - in her own opinion.

“New Years wasn’t that special, but you know my family Frank. It is sometimes necessary to have a drink whenever you deal with them.” Risha loved her parents. They had given her so many chances in life. But just as many others, she too had times that she rather was not around the two people. Especially when the in-laws were involved as well. “You spent New Years with Alice?”

He scrunched up his nose, “If you say so- What I really mean that it’s important-” he paused to take a bite, “to-” another bite, “slooow-” another bite, “down.” 

“Yeah, I was with Alice, quiet day in, nothing better then bringing in the new year with a good book,” he lied. “I’m sorry about your family, Risha, know it can be hard. Want to vent a bit before work?” he wondered. 

[theherofrank]

scxrletlily​:

…

Lily replied with a bright smile and a small nodded, nothing else. She wasn’t going to tell him he was welcomed when in all reality, there wasn’t anything he should be thanking her for. If anything, Lily was the one that should be thanking him every free second she got. The two of them weren’t close and they honestly hadn’t been friends for long and still, Frank had been kind enough to go out of his way to help her and make sure she was okay. It wasn’t anything big, Frank worked through small acts of kindness that somehow managed to make a significant difference in her life and Lily was more than thankful, she truly wished he knew that. 

Every step they took, Lily felt her chest tighten. She knew she had no good reason to be this scared about attending service at a church but that didn’t stop her from worrying and simultaneously coming up with ways she could still get out of actually stepping inside. “Uh, no.” She shrugged it off easily, trying her hardest to seem nonchalant about the entire topic. “I haven’t had much contact with muggles in a while.. Haven’t needed one.” The red head let out a breath, watching the misty cloud form and disappear as quickly as it came. She knew that due to her heritage, many would simply assume she’d learn to juggle both worlds at once- and while that was the plan, her family had chosen a different one for her, one she had stuck to ever since. Lily quickly pushed the thoughts regarding them out of her mind and instead, turned to look at Frank. “I waitress at the Leaky Cauldron? I can just say I’m a waitress in a small bar? It’s not very interesting, I doubt anyone will ask questions.”

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His smile faltered ever so slightly, unsure if Lily was the one who had cut contact or it was her family did but knew that either way it must have been a hard decision. He didn't press on it or even comment, understand somethings are better left hung in the air but he was starting to realize how even though so many of these new recruits were just out of school in Frank's eyes they have probably all had a lot of life experience Frank never thought of. It was something to think about. "In fact, I personally think being a waitress in one of the most fascinating jobs in the world," he said lightening the mood. Sure, maybe not technically true but Frank really found love in almost any job. “Carrying plates on your head, remembering people’s order- oh what about when a child has a birthday and the waitress sneaks him so dessert, if that’s not an interesting job, I don’t know what is,” he said, exciting himself. 

They reached the church, which was a pretty white, although most of the buildings were definitely worn it was clear the church had a pretty new coat of paint.  The steeple on the front was bigger then most anything else in the town but still relatively unimpressive, although novel. 

He opened the door, letting Lily go inside first and as soon as the door closed behind both of them he dipped his thumb in the holy water that was right by the entrance and crossed himself. He made sure to give Lily a pointed look of reassuring, (for both of them, since Lily was really the first person he brought to the church ever- besides Alice) and knew it could seem a little daunting and then turned his eyes to the back of the church, his favorite part of this old building by far.  There in the back was a beautiful very large stain glass window, which features St. Anthony (of which the church was named) holding a book that a small child sat upon. St. Anthony was in these brown robes and in the hand he wasn’t hold the child, he held beautiful white Lilies and looked peaceful. The circles on St. Anthony and the child’s head always reminded Frank of wizards but he learned later it was to signify holiness as a halo does. The sun was lighting up the church in a way that let the beautiful church come to life and it was clearly why 10:15 was an ideal time for mass. He hoped this scene brought the calmness to Lily as it does to him. There wasn’t many people sitting down today, some opting to go to the early or not at all, the priest they had wasn’t too fussed, but it was Miss Williams Frank was looking for and she was the one standing by the edge of the church, greeting a few people but when she saw Frank she waved at him, and at Lily too. 

“Do you mind if we go over and see Miss Williams, she’s the one who is owed this bread.” he said, holding up the basket. “She’s really sweet,” he said, waving back to her. “But I’ll respect it if you wanted to wait till after mass,” he whispered. 

[theherofrank]

alice-in-axrorland​:

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Alice paused in her reading as she heard the familiar voice of her husband. She hadn’t been too sure what the time was, since she didn’t really keep track to well on days off, but she was glad her husband was home. Some didn’t understand it, since the Longbottoms worked all day together, and then went home together too. They basically lived their lives in each others pockets. But it worked, and she really didn’t want to any other way. She actually thought she was lucky to get to see her handsome husband so much. Some pureblood wives barely saw their husband. Alice was glad that wasn’t her life. She adored her husband, and all the time they got to spend together. 

She smiled as he approached, putting her bookmark in her book before she closed it. “I thought I’d enjoy the garden before it went dark” She’d cast a warming charm around the patio, so the area was nice and warm even if the rest of their garden wasn’t. “It was lovely” She murmured with a smile. “I was finishing of some of the renovations in the billiard room…. and then your mother and I had some afternoon tea. All in all a good day” She nodded, then glanced back at her book. “Oh yes. It’s the one you got me for Christmas actually. I finally got around to picking it up” 

"It's a shame it gets dark so quick, it makes you yearn for summer," he mused, looking around the garden which has seen better days. He listened and nodded, "Oh I hope you didn't work to hard on it, I thought your day off was suppose to be relaxing. I'm excited to see the new room! What did you change to it? Did you put a nice rug down, I think it could use it," he mused. He nodded but didn't comment about having tea with his mother, chewing on his lip slightly still thinking about the room. "Did you hang some lights maybe?" he questioned.

“Oh!” his smile grew really big, “I’m so happy you did, I guess I didn’t notice the title. I know it’s not your usual cup of tea but how are you liking it?” he asked,. “Some Assembly Required: A Primer onto Experimentation in Potions Making, I know you seemed a little hesitant on the title at first but it’s not a textbook, is it!” he said beaming. “It’s more an introduction to a fascinate insight to the long history of creating potions. I couldn’t put it down, as you saw,” his excitement growing.