#buriedunderbones

May 29th, 1979 03:00

Frank couldn’t sleep again. Sleep had been eluding him since everything which had occurred in the ministry. On that day his world crumbled, the thought of having peace filled him with guilt. Alice had helped somewhat with eroding the feelings of worthlessness and on the nights where she kept him in bed he often drifted off for a few hours, but even then he was haunted by nightmares. Tonight, Alice had fallen asleep early and Frank’s thoughts had been particularly turbulent. His tossing and turning had roused her from sleep several times until Frank had given up for the night. His blue eyes didn’t shine as they used to and the dark circled under his eyes made him look haunted. Frank just found it to be appropriate because in many ways he was. The times he spent wandering the castle at night were one of his few reprieves where he didn’t have to pretend to be okay. The truth was most days Frank felt as though he were barely holding on.

As Frank turned a corner wandering down yet another hall he was surprised to see a form in the distance. As he wandered closer he realized it was Edgar. “Hey mate,” Frank said when he was only a few feet from Edgar. “What are you doing up at this bloody hour?” He gave a slight smile trying to put on the facade of a functioning individual.

Calm. It wasn’t a word often, if ever, associated with Marlene McKinnon. It wasn’t a word ever associated with Marlene McKinnon unless someone stumbled upon her with Edgar Bones. She’d been babbling on for the past half hour, but it wasn’t her typical demands to go out or do something or find someone. It was just her thoughts and the most alarming part of it all was Marlene knew Edgar was listening, that he hadn’t tuned her out by now like any reasonable person would as she bounced from admiring the sky to condemning tomatoes. 

Turning her head to look up at her companion from her position with her head in his lap, Marlene blinked several times, long and slow before speaking. “Y’know? Like…I fucking hate tomatoes. And people call them a fruit.” The smoke from earlier still lingered around them and her eyes followed the path it made before she was drawn back to Edgar’s features, her brow furrowed in thought. “Don’t ever write a fucking poem about tomatoes, okay? Promise me right now if you ever write about tomatoes it’s going to be to tell the world how completely shit they are.” 

Headcanon

At Hogwarts he was always considered ‘Mr Perfect’, but the syllabus never came easy to him. He studied hard, spending late nights in the library and worked towards his goals, although no-one ever seemed to acknowledge this and it always frustrated Marcus that people presumed he hadn’t had to work to get where he was. The only people who really understood why it irritated him so much were Frank and Benjy.

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