#bodiesrpg

he doesn’t like being called frank / franklin. he thinks that his father should have just named him by his middle name because putting the namesake on him is A LOT OF PRESSURE and, you know, he doesn’t want to fuck that up. 

he’s aware that his middle name is based off muggle authors, yes he’d still prefer to be called bronte, or even bron if you’re close to him.

he’s usually found in a comfortable sweater, a soft, blank expression on his face, and his cat on his lap. 

just because he looks soft doesn’t mean he won’t punch you in the face if you mouth off about his last name or his parents or any of his friends. 

he gets himself in trouble because he’s got a mouth on him and he can’t always control the sarcastic venom that seems to latch onto his words when he’s irritated or tired.

he’s always tired—he’s the definition of tired gay aesthetics.

he works at the leaky cauldron with his mother over summer breaks, but he hates it. he’d much rather spend his time doing other things, like going out and about with friends, trying out new spells (especially ones that he works on creating bc he wants to be a spell crafter and write his own spell book when he’s done with hogwarts).

he was almost put into ravenclaw, but asked the sorting hat to be put in gryffindor (which was the sorting hat’s third choice for him) because he didn’t want to disappoint his father (surprise, nothing he does disappoints his father).

his least favorite class is herbology, bc professor longbottom seems to expect him to KNOW everything since he grew up around PLANTS. (once again, he’d rather cast spells).

his magic is powerful?? but he has a hard time controlling it. simple spells sometimes end up blowing up (ie: he’s casted a knock back jinx on someone in fifth year and it knocked them six inches into the brick wall and they broke a lot of bones and he barely even put any force behind the spell). so he’s kind of...trying to work on control, but he finds it difficult.

he’s super gay.