warrior

Even if Frank Longbottom was sometimes a thorn in her side, Alice never wanted to see him upset. Seeing him blow up, just practically lose it, she couldn’t help but be immediately concerned. “Frank,” Alice started softly, moving over to where he’d been sitting, a hand hovering over his own before she decide to just place it on top of his – a COMFORTING notion. “I think you might be scaring the little ones more than they’re already scared. D’you want to take a walk? Slamming things, though momentarily helpful, isn’t helpful in the long run. If you’d really like to punch some things I’m sure we could find some pillows or dummies for you to punch but c’mon, I think you might need some air.” Though, she couldn’t blame him for his outburst, not in the slightest, she couldn’t blame him for being scared, angry, confused & then angry again. Especially when the Ministry didn’t have a grip on the situation. “It’s going to be alright.” Though, she said those words, she wasn’t sure she believed them – not completely. 

        “—al?” the nickname slipped so easily off his lips, as though he were speaking his own name. it was a comforting notion, to find someone he knew, someone he was able to refer to by nickname because they weren’t a STRANGER ( like two-thirds of the damned school ). his fingers immediately wrapped around the hand that was placed on his, squeezing her small fingers in his own as if to comfort her ( though he knew, at this point, it was him who needed comforting ). it was funny: not a thought had passed through his mind of their close proximity, of the way her soft voice might reveal something much more personal, of the way their hands held each other so tightly despite a usual lack of contact; not a thought, because all he could feel was relief in knowing that she was safe and there was someone he knew to provide him comfort. ❝ okay. sorry for yelling. ❞ his gaze slowly turned to meet hers, his eyes full of sorrow and confusion. ❝ i’m just... not used to having such little c o n t r o l, y’know? but i guess that’s just another thing you’ve gotta shake outta me — a selfish thirst for control. ❞ he chuckled, though the noise was BITTER, as though his relentless chase of alice fortescue had lost all humour and been resorted to something childish and meaningless — because maybe, in the grand scheme of things, it was.

Ted offered him a little smile, hoping to comfort him. “Well, I don’t think this is a vacation for any of us, mate,” he said. “We’re all frustrated, you’re not alone in that. I have no idea what’s going on, either. We’re all scared, which is exactly why we have to stick together and try to figure things out.” He nodded. “Me too.”

        frank leaned back against the stone-cold wall, sliding down slightly as his shoulders slumped. he returned ted’s smile with the weakest quirk of his lips, shaking his head as another form of apology and regret. ❝ i guess you’re right. i’ve been so lost and confused and angry that i haven’t even read about what happened to me. i don’t even know if i’m still alive. part of me has this odd sense of... l e t h a r g y. as if maybe i’m NOT alright. ❞ he sighed, yet again shaking his head. ❝ but i guess we’ll just have to wait for more news. wait here like... sitting ducks. feels almost stupid, don’t ya think? ❞

“Well, you couldn’t help but be nice to me,” she grinned, returning the joke. “I mean, who could be mean to this face?” Resting her chin on the backs of her hands, she fluttered her lashes innocently for a moment before breaking into a laugh. 

“Right?” She arched a brow, shaking her head. “I mean… I get that in whatever world these people are from he’s not seventeen anymore, which is still weird to think these people know older versions of us, but even so? Him? A professor?”

        ❝ is that a CHALLENGE, ms brooke? i can be plenty mean. ❞ he furrowed his brow as if for demonstration, an exaggerated scowl resting on his features. he could barely hold it for a moment before he joined her in her laugh, shaking his head at her look of ‘ innocence ’.

      Marlene laughed as she stood in front of Frank, jokingly protecting him from the evil enlarged bumblebee ( it was a fake, a spell she’d found ) as it came for them. “HA!! This would be a perfect way to fuck with Andrew too, wouldn’t it? It’s not real, Frank. But your shrieks were. I didn’t know you were THAT scared though, blimey.”

       ❝ godric marley, you scared the SHIT outta me. ❞ he lightly smacked her on the arm, a relieved sigh escaping his lips as he shook off his last bits of fear. ❝ i’m gunna write andrew a goddamn letter, i’m gunna tell him to watch his back ‘cause his sisters crazy. ❞ he was only teasing though his features dared not betray him, remaining stoic and slightly offended.

──☆♥ frank longbottom &&. alice fortescue

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☑ - my muse wants to know better

@itsnevillelongbottom, @abbotthannah, @alice-inwcnderland, essentially everyone he’s connected to from the future, and also @pandafortescute

? - always manages to confuse my muse

♡ - my muse is crushing on / in love with

@fortescew

♛ - my muse admires

@muckinnons, @professor-m-mcgonagall, @itsnevillelongbottom

★ - has the complete trust of my muse

Ted looked over at Frank, sighing. Though he’s lost his temper while he’s been here, he’s never screamed obscenities in a crowded hall full of children. “Frank, come on,” he said quietly, taking the younger man’s elbow and leading him out of the hall. “Listen, I’m not exactly thrilled to be here, either – and I wish I could answer your question, but come on…” He gestured at the hall behind them. “They’re just kids. And they’re scared, too. If you want to scream, scream at me.”

         frank allowed himself to be led away from the hall, out of sight of the many students whose curious eyes followed the DRAMA. ❝ sorry, ❞ he muttered, following ted’s lead and eventually coming to a halt in an empty corridor. ❝ i don’t... i don’t wanna scream at anyone, i'm just frustrated. how the hell is this happening? i mean... this is one major fuck up. people are missing, and i’m just... i dunno, ted... ❞ frank sighed, finally looking up at ted with a small shrug of his shoulders. ❝ i guess i’m just... a bit scared, y’know? ❞

astoria breathed deeply, eyes closed as she fought to drown out the light and noise around her, the beginnings of a migraine forming behind her eyes. undoubtedly caused by the stress of current events, tension around the school was so thick it could be cut with a knife, but for one blissful moment she felt relief—a brief silence and she felt a bit of the pain ebb away; it was soon shattered, however, by something being slammed down on the table behind her, the accompanying shout sending a spike of pain shooting through her temples. normally not so snappish, she couldn’t help herself as she whipped around the face the offended, “you know, a library is still a place of relative quiet—-that much hasn’t changed since, well, whatever decade you’re from.”

         franks head whipped around to face the only student who DARED to even speak to him in his agitated state. in the ‘ rational ’ part of his brain, he knew she was right -- there were children around, the library was a public place and surely there was a teacher within hearing distance -- but it wasn’t the rational part of his brain that had control. all reason had gone out the window the minute they’d been brought to the 21st CENTURY, and such a fact was clearly evident in the way he continued to glare at the younger student. ❝ and how d’you know libraries weren’t places of PARTY and RIOT in the 70′s, hmm? ❞ he scoffed, looking back at the paper with the same level of scorn that he glared at the girl with. ❝ and anyway, surely if you’d read the papers you’d know why it is i’m REACTING in such a way. i’m sorry for swearing but i’d say i have a reason, don’t ya think? ❞

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fortunate son – creedence clearwater revival

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alice👰 (ofc, the emoji is to spite her)

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crazy in love – beyonce (more SPITE)

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[ sent - 1:32pm ]: are ya thinking of me?[ sent - 1:33pm ]: i bet you are[ sent - 1:33pm ]: well, you are now[ sent - 1:33pm ]: ok no i’m sorry that was dumb[ sent - 1:34pm ]: listen, i’ve been thinking, 100% serious… when am i gunna get that date? i’d really love to see more of you. d’you like butterbeer? i’ll take ya to the three broomsticks. let me know when ur free. thx

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copacabana – barry manilow

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☢ - my muse cannot stand being around

@ most death eaters, especially those he knew in his childhood

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