Frank Longbottom

Shifting her weight from left to right, Lily rolled back her shoulder. Against a pillar she watched ministry workers pile out for the day, some smiling like teenagers at the prospect of freedom, some simply tutting at her loitering. She saw hundreds of Witches and Wizards in gear of both muggle and magical. Anything goes seemed to be the dress code, anything formal that is. So it followed Lily about how out of place was. Her ginger hair was scraped back into a half up’d plait down her back, yoga pants and a vest top with the words “Don’t Panic!” written in large friendly letters on the front.

She waited until frank strolled up towards her, noting the grim set of his jaw, how it softened with his friendly hello. “Well, let’s just say I am thoroughly showered.” Giving him a look to emphasise her point, she straightened. She loved looking people in the eyes, in there she’d find the truth regardless of their voices or movements. Frank’s held a twinkling light, they so often did. To her, Frank Longbottom was the sunshine personified, always bright, always glowing. Lily knew that he could probably get the most emotionless serial killers to warm to him, that man radiated empathy like body heat.

She knew better than to truly think he was sunshine. To her truly, Frank was a star trapped in the body of a man. Bright light, captivating light. The brightest star in the sky, one who would always guide you home. He was a knight of unconventional methods, and Lily trusted him with her life. Now she needed to know how to keep it safe by herself.

He plucked her duffel from her hands and slung it over his shoulder. Raised to be a gentleman, he didn’t even think about the action before doing it. There were those, like Alice, who preferred to do things themselves and he’d mostly learned to let them but it was still his first instinct to open doors and carry bags and offer his coat if it was chilly. Hopefully Lily wouldn’t mind. 

“My day was alright. A bit dull -- I’ve still got a lot of paperwork to sort out but that’s alright. Come on,” he said, leading the way into a lift and pressing the button for the appropriate floor. “We’ll be using the Auror’s training room today. I want to start with the basics; a lot of people end up hurting themselves because they try to do too much too fast. You’ve got to have a decent foundation before you can really jump in, you know?”

“So could yours. You didn’t react nearly quickly or enthusiastically enough. If I didn’t know better, I’d be insulted.” Sirius was aware then when kissing quickly it was rather like kissing a toddler–a messy thing for the sake of having done rather than the kiss itself. At least he wasn’t drunk enough to drool. There was always that. 

When Frank asked about his shirt, Sirius managed to look for a mere second before giving an uncaring shrug. He saw shirts on others as purely optional, and Frank wasn’t entirely bad to look at anyway. 

“I’ve heard,” Sirius responded with a winning grin to the insult before putting both hands over his heart and looking up toward the skies dramatically. “It’s so lucky you love me.” Once he’d paused for comedic effect, Sirius hopped off the barstool despite his height allowing him to actually touch the floor while sitting. 

Absently, he tugged Frank’s arm, took a step forward, then quickly took a step back and leaned over the par to grab his jacket. He swung it over his shoulder, then continued weaving his way through the crowd while bikers whistled them out, no doubt assuming Sirius was the lucky man taking home their new favorite stripper. All the while, Sirius grinned and flirted back with various men until they reached the doors and, beyond them, the street.

Frank allowed Sirius to lead him out of the bar, soaking up the attention as any true ham would. He winked and waved, grinning at the bikers as they made their assumptions and judgements about the couple currently making their way to the door. Stepping back to let Sirius exit first, he grinned mischeviously and slapped him on the arse as he went out into the street. “G’night, boys!” he called over his shoulder as the door to the bar closed behind them. 

At Frank’s question, there was a general murmur of consensus before individual silence feel again. The spell was slowly starting to wear at each of them. 

At his second question, Remus looked to Matthews for advice, who was looking at him with a slight smirk on his own face. Remus grinned, shrugged, then continued walking, letting Matthews speak. “Head for the one of the far right, should still be empty.”

Once he’d gotten confirmation about which door to head toward, Frank immediately adjusted his course. He held the door open for them, grinning at Remus as they entered. 

“Alright, everyone inside, then,” he said, ushering all the handlers into the room before closing the door behind them. As soon as the door was closed, he dropped the serious expression and let his posture relax, looking again like an excited boy. “So what happens now?”

Send ‘✩’ for the following:

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Who trashes the house? Do either of them get physical? How often do they argue/disagree? Who is the first to apologise?

Sex:

Who is on top? Who is on the bottom? Who has the strangest desires? Any kinks? Who’s dominant in bed? Is head ever in the equation? If so, who is better at performing it? Ever had sex in public? Who moans the most? Who leaves the most marks? Who screams the loudest? Who is the more experienced of the two? Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Rough or soft? How long do they usually last? Is protection used? Does it ever get boring? Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? 

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Who is the favorite parent? Who is the authoritative parent? Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Who changes the diapers? Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Who spends the most time with the children? Who packs their lunch boxes? Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Who cleans up after the kids? Who worries the most? Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Who is the little spoon? Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?   How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Who gives the most kisses? What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?  How often do they get time to themselves?

Sleeping:

Who snores? If both do, who snores the loudest? Do they share a bed or sleep separately? If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Who talks in their sleep? What do they wear to bed? Are either of your muses insomniacs? Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Who wakes up with bed hair? Who wakes up first? Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? What is their favourite sleeping position? Who hogs the sheets? Do they set an alarm each night? Can a television be found in their bedroom? Who has nightmares? Who has ridiculous dreams? Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?  Who makes the bed?  What time is bed time?  Any routines/rituals before bed? Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? 

Work:

Who is the busiest? Who rakes in the highest income? Are any of your muses unemployed? Who takes the most sick days? Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Who sucks up to their boss? What are their jobs? Who stresses the most? Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Are your muses financially stable? 

Home:

Who does the washing? Who takes out the trash? Who does the ironing? Who does the cooking? Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Who is messier?  Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Who forgets to flush the toilet? Who is the prankster around the house? Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Who mows the lawn? Who answers the telephone? Who does the vacuuming? Who does the groceries? Who takes the longest to shower? Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

Miscellaneous:

He paused, taking a long sip of his drink and shaking his head. “That wasn’t fair. I’m sorry. This week has been a shit show and I’m frustrated and I’m sad, but I’m not angry. There’s a difference, maybe not a big one but I think it’s an important one.” 

Frank frowned at his phone for a long moment, feeling a bit conflicted. Everyone should know how to defend themselves, but Lily was a civilian not a soldier, Auror, or other peacekeeper. How many fights was she anticipating at the hospital? As much as he wanted to deny that she needed to know how to do “field work” as she put it, he’d never forgive himself if she went out unprepared and got herself hurt or killed. Sighing, he tapped out a reply.