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Post by Frankie Longbottom on Oct 13, 2009 11:30:31 GMT -5
It was Monday morning, the worst time of the week. After a long weekend of procrastinating, Frankie had spent the entirety of Sunday night finishing up his homework. Now as he rolled himself out of bed, he only wished he could crawl back in and sleep for another day and a half. Of course he couldn't do such a thing, he had Potions right after breakfast. He groaned at the thought as he slowly slipped on his Hogwarts uniform. After dressing, he meandered his was over to a mirror that hung in the boys' dormitory. Frankie noticed his dirty blond hair slicked up in all different directions. After finishing tying up his Hufflepuff tie, he made his best effort to flatten out his hair. Luckily for him it all managed to cooperate and sit in its usual place on his head. He sighed as he shoved his things into his school bag, and headed out into the common room.
Most of the other Hufflepuffs were already awake and shuffling around through the room. Some of them even seemed like they already went to breakfast and had come back to wait until it was time for their class. Others, a few 7th years, were lucky enough the have the first time period off. Frankie's feet dragged across the floor as he headed towards the large circular door to exit the badger's cellar dorms.
Out in the corridor, throngs of students bustled around. How in the blazes are these people so awake? he thought bitterly. The bright eyed students probably had already properly completed their homework, and weren't up half the night like Frank. He lazily trudged along, occasionally wiping away remaining sleepiness from his eyes. A rather loud yawn escaped him, as he rounded the corner nearing the Great Hall. With eyes closed mid-yawn he plowed into a third year boy, who let out a surprised squeak.
"Shove off, tiny," he grumbled at the kid, beating him in height by about a foot. Even though it was Frankie's fault for not paying attention, he still gave the third year an aggravated look. He did not like dealing with pesky little kids, especially in the morning and definitely when he was cranky.
It was mostly cleared out in the hall by now, only a few stragglers were sticking around finishing their breakfast or chatting with friends. The Hufflepuff table was pretty much empty, most of the food unfortunately already picked over. As he approached the table, he tossed his bag on the seat next to him and sat down in front of a steaming pot of hot cereal, scooping some into his personal bowl. His goblet magically filled with orange juice, and toast appeared on a plate beside him. Oh how he loved magic. He smiled as he nibbled on some toast dipped in his oatmeal. It was a weird combination for some, but Frank couldn't have one without the other.
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Ace Longbottom
Slytherin
7th Year
sometimes we search but never find
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Post by Ace Longbottom on Oct 14, 2009 19:08:26 GMT -5
 OH BROTHER!
DO YOU REMEMBER ME?
Ace Longbottom had woken the moment the sun had risen. Not that she could see the sunshine from her dark and dismal Slytherin dormitory. It was worth the sentiment though. She'd only gotten about an hour's sleep that night. She'd spent her time attending to some amusement in the Astronomy Tower instead of being a good little girl and sleeping like her fellow class and house mates. Could Alice ever be expected to act as she was supposed to though? That answer was always no.
So, it was no shocker that she'd thrown on slightly dirty robes and her hair was a mess. She smelled like dust and sweat so, she squirted a quick puff of perfume to mask it all before heading to the breakfast tables. Ace didn't even like breakfast. She didn't like toast or bacon or pumpkin juice. As far as she was concerned, they should have been serving vodka laced orange juice and steaming hot coffee. Yes, that was her ideal breakfast. So, why was she headed there then, at the crack of dawn, if she wasn't even hungry? She could have easily ditched her morning class as well. Everyone knew that Ace already knew most of the work her classes gave her. She stuck around for attendance and that was basically all Hogwarts could really offer her. Well, that and a booming social life along with a decent game of quidditch.
She stepped into the hall and started toward the Slytherin table when she spotted her younger brother sitting there. Ace stood for a moment between slightly crowded tables and brought her finger to her chin as if pondering something. When had she last sat down to talk to her brother? It seemed like years! In reality, it was maybe a week or two but Ace felt slightly awkward about it. There had once been a time when her brother was one of her friends. They were able to laugh about things. They were cynical together, yes, but it was always amusing.
So, Ace took that as her sisterly cue to make up for lost time and eat breakfast with the Hufflepuffs. It looked like there was coffee involved so, Ace could force herself to feel welcome at their table. She strolled over and sat down on the bench beside him. She took a moment of silence and let it hang in the air, time for this moment to really sink in. Ace treated it like something special like, "Hey kid, I'm such a great sister, I'm risking embarrassment to sit beside you. Now be grateful."
"Good morning brother. Look at us all awake and not looking like zombies. Mum would be proud if she could see us here right now." Ace murmured. She instantly thought of home and waking in the afternoon only to be greeted with amusement and entertainment. Ace loved home. She wanted to be back. But no, she was here with her little brother. And he was eating toast and oatmeal. Ace made a face, "How can you eat that?" Ace mused aloud. She poured herself a cup of coffee and then proceeded to drop in at least five sugar cubes. Would you like some coffee with that sugar? She heard her mum's voice in the back of her mind and grinned to herself.
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Post by Frankie Longbottom on Oct 23, 2009 20:06:41 GMT -5
Mid-chew through his final bite of his toast, his head swung around as he was face to face with his sister. His eyebrows were raised in semi-surprise. As unexpected as it was to have his sister join him at his table, that's what Ace was known for: being unexpected. Frankie gave a half smile; the other half of his face was preoccupied with a mammouth size of toast he was still working on chewing. If it had been his mother he had been face to face with, he'd be getting a load of 'don't talk with your mouthful' comments. Of course, Frankie was about to disobey.
"'Ey Acesh..." he mumbled while spewing crumbs across his lap. "'ow s'it gon?" His speech was pretty much incoherent. And then she just sat there staring at him, and it started to make him feel a bit stupid. So he managed to swallow the toast, then took a big chug of orange juice as she spoke.
She must have been joking when she said they didn't look like zombies. Frankie could be a zombie's father, that's how sloppy he looked that morning. His clothes were terribly wrinkled, and despite his earlier efforts of straightening out his hair, there was still an unruly piece in the back. Not to mention, his eyes were still hazed with sleep. "You've got to be kidding me, Ace," he said, finally with a clear voice. "Mum would not be proud of me right now..." Frankie chuckled as he looked down at his appearance. This is when he finally noticed the pile of crumbs in his lap. He quickly made to dust them off, uncerimoniously flicking a few onto Ace's own lap. Frank cringed inwardly, hoping she won't notice.
How could he eat oatmeal and toast? His favorite meal of all time? What a ridiculous question. He gave a look to his sister as if to say, 'you're really asking me this, again?' and sighed. He watched bemused as she added ten million cubes of sugar to her coffee, typical for her. "I hope you know that's a stupid question," he said taking a sip of his own drink which had magically refilled itself. "One of these days coffee is just going to come pour out of your ears. I can't believe how much of it you drink..." he trailed off, thinking to himself.
A couple scenes of home flashed through his mind, most involving Ace downing cup after cup of steaming coffee. Then a few scenes of his mum and dad musing about the house. Frankie wasn't much for sentiment, but he did miss home now and then. Being around his sister always sparked the feeling. They had lots of good times together. After a moment, he was smiling to himself, probably making him look like a dope by not matching his sleepy features.
He turned his gaze back to his sister and said, "Its been a while since we've had a chat. How are classes by the way? Ready to be done with this last year?" Frankie was genuinely curious. The two never really divulged into serious conversation, but Frank couldn't help wonder what Ace's plans were for after graduation. He wouldn't dare initiate a coversation like that. He knew to just let Ace talk about what she pleased. Sometimes she could be quite intimidating, but he loved her to pieces. He even looked up to her, even though she tended to be a trouble maker. Frankie wouldn't know too much about it first hand, he didn't spend his free time with her all that often. Looking her over, he took another sip of his drink before scooping in a mouthful of oatmeal. Of course, a couple dribbles landed on his lap. His clothes sure could have used a washing right about now.
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