frank ( 윤정호 ) longbottom

AESTHETICS/ASSOCIATIONS: wool sweaters. long eyelashes. the smell of alice’s shampoo. thick socks being a necessity because of bad circulation. the familiar sensation of loneliness. intentional eye contact. dipping your feet into a lake at midnight, watching the stillness of the lake being interuptted. the decameron. finishing a paper the night before it’s due but still getting an “a”. dog fur, everywhere. crusts cut off sandwiches, smushed in plastic wrap. messy overgrown hair. under eye bags. loafers that are worn well past due. the warmth of sunshine on your face. flowers in vases that are kept long after they’re dead. casual bisexuality. the need to keep in motion. secret smoke breaks. an unstoppable sweet tooth. stealing all the covers. notes to self. notes to alice. humour to break tension. in through the nose, out through the mouth.

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HISTORY

PART ONE: THE LONGBOTTOMS

PART TWO: CHILDHOOD TO GRADUATION

ABOUT FRANK

#1, CHILDHOOD:

money never crossed frank’s mind as a child. it wasn’t one that needed to. the concept remained foreign to him until he was far into his teens, only then grasping the privilege of wealth he’d been brought into. his father though ever set in his ways still worked long late hours at the ministry, sometimes being days on end where neither frank or his mother would see him. his mother despite being a stay-at-home mom, wasn’t really one to play around in the gardens or sit down for a game of “that ghastly” wizard’s chess. so frank was left to his own devices, which was just fine with him. free to race on his old bike down the long dirt path that stretched for miles without any muggle towns or houses in sight. or to explore the highlands with the family dog, bomi at his side. he loved to move fast, to feel the air push through his lungs. his favourite time of year was summer- summer meant no lessons from his mother, it meant she wouldn’t scold as much when he came home with his shoes worn and trousers dirtied with mud. it meant that his father would be home, and they could go to blackpool pier to visit uncle algie. where he can close his eyes and feel the sun on his face, the coolness of his feet in the water, sitting on the docks next to his father and just enjoying the weather. one of the few moments of stillness in his life that he could stand.

#2, HOGWARTS PT. 1:

he begged not to go at first. unwilling to leave home, clinging to the safety of the highlands. mother could continue to teach him (as much as he used to complain about her lessons), and how could he possibly ever get to sleep without bomi’s protection and presence at the end of his bed? though autumn came and he was tearfully dragged to the station and forced onto the train. smushing his round face against the window, watching his parents shrink into ants as the hogwarts expressed puffed away. it was a hard adjustment. a painfully socially awkward boy, who was very much used to running on his own schedule, who also inherited his mother’s sense of determination (or rather stubbornness) found himself struggling to adapt to a new routine, and with a strong lack of friends. when he returned for the winter break his mother nearly fainted at the sight of his marks. he pleaded not to be sent back. he hated school, everything about it. he was sent right back after the holidays though this time something clicked. finally, after so much seatwork and preparation, they would actually be getting on a broom and getting in the air. flying was incredible. felt natural. for a first-year who consistently tripped over his own feet, he was surprisingly efficient on a broom. it was freeing. the way the air passed through his lungs reminiscent of the way it felt when he ran through the highlands but elevated by a thousand times. soon there was buzz of quidditch tryouts and the eager (and perhaps a bit over-zealous) gryffindor first years began to prep and practice, frank amoung them, not only finding a place to fly more often, but also a group of kids to sit with in the great hall.

#3, HOGWARTS PT.2:

[ CONTENT WARNING: neurological disease (ALS)

the summer before fourth year caused a catastrophic shift in dynamic at the longbottom household. the longbottom’s revealed to their son that earlier that year, mr.longbottom had been diagnosed with lou gehrig’s disease (ALS). that summer frank drew in on himself. neglecting letters from friends, neglecting the broom that uncle algie had gifted to him when he’d made the second line of the gryffindor quidditch team, neglecting his parents for keeping that vital information from him for so long. he felt drained. the only reason he mustered up enough energy to pack his trunk for school was the need to get out. he needed to not be at home anymore, feeling suffocated, trapped- something he felt his first year away from home, something he never wanted to associate with his family. he didn’t participate in the first half of the quidditch season (though he had only been second line, so the impact on the team itself was minimal) and drifted through his classes to the concern of his professors. however, a gift one december morning appeared in the form of a tawny owl provided a coping method. gaeul, her name attached in the letter she brought from his mother, with instructions on what to feed her and when, and how to properly groom her and nothing more. he wrote to his father at least twice a month, even when there wasn’t much to write about. the owlery became a part of his new routine, a place of comfort. if you were looking for frank you could ask anyone- they would direct you to the owlery. once his grades were revived he was offered his old spot on the second line of the quidditch team and he gratefully took it. he needed a new normal, to focus on his own life instead of his father’s deteriorating one. writing his father the day after he played his first official game- one of the chasers out with a case of mumblemumps, was one of the highlights of his year. and the letter he received back from his father- the excitement and the pride contained inside, is a piece of parchment he cherishes to this day. END CONTENT WARNING: neurological disease (ALS) ]

HEADCANONS

[ TRIGGER WARNING: parental death **

his full name is francis but he absolutely hates being called franics, if someone other then his mother calls him it they might lose a tooth (though more likely he’ll just be a pouty bish about it) 

he adores animals, especially their family dog bomi, a sweet sheltie

he is so much like augusta it is not even funny, especially when she was his age. high-energy = high-maintenance with a habit of micromanaging that exhausts many of his friends and partners

he is a huge music dweeb, especially loving muggle music.

he is a repressor of all and any feelings, making it very easy for him to get into relationships and even easier for him to fall out of them 

for a long time he was in the dark about his birth mother- not that he didn’t know he was adopted because duh, but it took a long time to get the answers he wanted. his father being the one to pen them to him during his last years of school. he has never felt any reservations about his adoptive parents being his parents. this only further influenced his feelings on blood prejudice, feeling strongly that blood should not have any effect on a persons life. 

** it pained him that his father didn’t live to meet his grandson, that neville would never get to meet his grandfather but frank himself handled his father’s passing much more gracefully then he was expected to; he had the most support he could ever have in his life, and even when things got hard he could hold onto that family didn’t end with his father and that family extended far beyond blood ever could END TW: parental death ] 

he is a stickler for the rules (but also gets a bit of a nerdy rush when being included in any schemes to fuck shit up)

he is a serial napper, he can fall asleep anywhere. a n y w h e r e.