#franklongbottcm

sitting on the kitchen floor, humming a tune, and overindulging in ice cream

“Oh, please,” Alecto scoffed out around the spoon hanging out of her mouth. Granted, this was a strange way to be found in the midst of a party, but she had an inkling Longbottom had no feet to stand on, so to speak. So what, she was hiding out in the kitchen, and had found a rather accommodating house elf willing to bring her the finest ice cream the house possessed. Something told her he was only in the kitchen to escape how awful it was himself, and so, he had no place to judge. Thus, with this justification, Alecto removed the spoon and dug it back into the carton with as much prim dignity as she could muster. 

“As if you’ve never done this yourself. Super therapeutic,” She said, scooping up another mouthful to gesture with in his direction. “And a wonderful way to pass the time before someone finds you and drags you back into the party.” Alecto popped it back into her mouth before doing a comic exaggeration of a look of surprise. “That’s not what you’re here to do, is it, Longbottom? I hope not. I’ll share the ice cream with you if you don’t tell anyone I’m in here.” The offer, out of character though it was, was all Alecto could think to do. The evening had her exhausted, and she had no energy with which to recall if he was even okay to talk to anymore. “I’ll even split it fifty-fifty if you know of a better place to hide.”