Frank Longbottom
Order Member 1977 Graduate Supplemental Character
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Post by Frank Longbottom on Aug 5, 2012 14:01:06 GMT -5
Frank had gotten a room in Hogsmeade. A motel room. In Hogsmeade. He was going to be meeting Alice Prewett in a motel room in Hogsmeade so she could give him seduction tips. From a third party observer, the whole thing seemed completely insane. If it wasn’t solely because he was getting seduction lessons from someone, then the simple fact that it was Alice, his best friend’s cousin and a girl who’d slept over at his place plenty of times should’ve been enough to deem it crazy. Really, what had he been thinking when he’d agreed to this? He hadn’t. As usual. Typically him, getting himself into crazy situations without thinking them through. The thing was, with Alice, she’d always been close friends with him. Like May Bell, one of those people you can goof around with and do whatever and they’ll always be your friends, no matter how much of a dork you are? Frank had never been good with girls romantically. He’d never once gotten the courage to ask someone out throughout his entire school life, until seventh year, when he’d finally gotten Alice Logan to go on a date with him, and we all know how that had ended. Because he’d freaked out about kissing of all things. Then there’d been Lucy, which now seems a little weird because he’s such pals with her now, but then again, they’d been pals before dating, so it was good. Frank could see a trend here; he tended to fall for his best girl friends. First Alice Logan, then Lucy Murphy… the thing is, he’d never been good at romance. Which was why he had girl friends. Because with them, there was no chance of something romantic or sexual and it was easy. It was just like having guy friends, except they were nicer and sweeter and all around prettier. He loved having girls as friends, no matter what he complained about.
And see, Alice Prewett had always fallen under that category. Total friend-zone, since they meet when they were three years old. They’d basically grown up together, and even though they weren’t actually related, the fact that she was Fabian’s cousin made her seem almost like family to him. All his life. So sure, they kept in touch and she worried about him getting over the other Alice—it was weird, having two Alice friends, and for a while after the awful thing with Logan, he could barely look at Prewett in the eye without being reminded of her. But that passed. And then the entire thing with Alice Logan passed, and he started dating again through Lily Evans’ expertise (something he wasn’t sure he was going to trust again), and now he was good. And through all that, him and Alice had been good friends. Right? Just friends. Really good friends, and he had her over at his place for a couple of days after her parents’ divorce, which had had a hard toll on her, and it had been great and fun and awesome. But the thing was, it hadn’t stayed the same. At some point, he couldn’t quite pinpoint when, but he supposed it was around the time they started talking about Alice’s sex life and her breasts and whether she’d sleep with him or not that the thought that, right, Alice is a girl, struck him again like a bolt of lightning. And no, he wasn’t dumb, he knew, technically, that Alice was a girl. But because of the whole growing up together, friend zone, cousin thing, she’d always been like… Frank sighed. A friend who was a girl. Now she was more a girl, who was a friend.
A really, really pretty girl at that. Who was confident, and funny, and sexy, and great. And suddenly she wasn’t so much in the friend-zone as she’d been his entire life, and it was freaking him out a little because every time he was at work with Fabian it was like he knew he’d been thinking about his cousin in various states of undress, and it was making him jumpy. He shouldn’t be thinking of Alice like that, right? Because she clearly only saw him like a friend. And that’s what they were, so why was his body acting like this? There had been that kiss at New Year’s Eve that hadn’t meant anything at all; they’d both just found themselves at the countdown without someone to kiss and somehow they’d spotted each other and it had just felt good at the moment. Of course they’d laughed about it afterwards, and they’d made jokes about how very movie-like the whole thing had been, jumping into his arms and all. But just a joke. After all, Alice was so confident with everything, she probably kissed plenty of guys all the time; guys who were her friends. So that had been nothing, he knew that. But it had still been a kiss, and even though they’d barely even pressed their lips to each other’s, it had been… really nice. And he’d kind of not been able to stop thinking about that. And her. Lately. And it was confusing the hell out of him. It didn’t help matters that work and training had gotten suddenly busier all the time, and he was needed in the office, and hadn’t had time to meet up with her at all. So the last memory he had of her was at that party.
And yet, here he was, lounging in the bar of the Hog’s Head, waiting for the very same girl to show up to go through with her promise of teaching him how to seduce. Frank hadn’t been kidding, really, when he’d questioned what it was exactly. Sure, technically he knew what seduction was, and what it led to, why people did it. He just wasn’t really sure… how to do it. He hadn’t really had experience with that sort of thing! His only real girlfriend had been Lucy, and Lucy was Lucy. She’d taken the reins of the entire relationship; he just had to follow. Making out with Lucy had been easy; they literally just asked. There was no leading up to it. And then the other things that they did… he wasn’t sure how but he’d always felt like Lucy was in control. It had been easy. She just nudged him in the right direction. But seduction was about you beckoning the other person into something, and he had no idea how to do that. Not that he’d usually admit to it, or even accept lessons because it was more embarrassing than not, but it had started off rather sarcastically, saying yes as a joke and then he’d planned to laugh about it—him and Alice had been flirting over those letters, and it has been fun. To flirt like that. He didn’t plan on actually going through with renting a room for them to do that. But then the kiss happened, and work happened, and Frank had found himself thinking about Alice almost all the time, and he figured it was a good opportunity to see her. And see if… he still felt those things. Or it had been the party atmosphere and the excitement of the New Year influencing him. Rolling around the cap of the beer he was drinking, Frank took another swig of the bottle and glanced back and forth between the bar and the door of the pub, and waited.
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Alice Prewett
Gryffindor Student[/color] Seventh Year Head Cheerleader
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Post by Alice Prewett on Aug 5, 2012 17:16:08 GMT -5
Honestly, Alice didn't know what to expect out of today. When she'd received a letter from Frank asking if she was free that very weekend for one of their "lessons", she'd been genuinely shocked. Although she'd been completely serious in her offer, it had become apparent that he had been joking in accepting said offer, because month had went by since they'd last talked about it and, well, nothing had happened. So to suddenly receive a letter asking for an actual date for the lesson had been truly startling. Although definitely not in a negative way. His explanation that he'd been busy with work made her feel a bit better; all of her graduated friends were like that. She hadn't talked to Sirius in such a long time, same with Fabian, Lily and James. It seemed that the Auror office was cracking down on them harder than ever, perhaps so that they could supply the market with more and more officers as soon as possible, what with the Death Eaters wreaking havoc everywhere. She almost wished Hogwarts would do the same so that she could finish up and join them in protecting the wizarding world; but then, on the other hand, Alice still wanted to enjoy her last year, because as eager as she was to get out there, she would still miss it. Hogwarts had been the best years of her life, and she'd definitely miss the atmosphere and the friends she'd made here and some of the professors, too (bar one or two of them, like Professor Binns and Slughorn). She'd miss the dormitories and sneaking down to the kitchens and cheerleading for the Quidditch team, yelling until her voice was hoarse and she'd have to take a special potion to recover her voice. She'd miss the hallways, the homework, the stress of exams. She'd miss every inch of Hogwarts, good and bad, and she wanted to savor every last bit of it, to make the most of this year and make it the best one yet. Perhaps that's why she'd been doing so many outrageous things lately, like offering to give Frank Longbottom seduction lessons; because she wanted her last year to be as memorable as she possibly could.
That wasn't all, though. Making it memorable wasn't the only reason why Alice had offered. Sure, at first it had simply been good fun to tease him and watch him get more and more flustered through their letters, but after that it was out of genuine interest. Alice had never had to teach someone something like that before, plus it gave her the perfect excuse to sneak out of Hogwarts to Hogsmeade and yet still have the knowledge that she'd be with someone who could protect her. Not that Alice ever necessarily thought she needed protecting, since she was pretty handy with her wand (and, if need be, her fists, elbows and knees), but Frank being there would still be comforting. And, finally, it was a good excuse to see him on a more regular basis. It was true that you never really realised what you had until it was gone, and she'd seriously missed Frank over the past few months of absolutely no contact. She hadn't even realised how much she cared for him until then. That is to say, she'd always thought they were close since they'd pretty much grown up together, what with her constantly tagging along after him and Fabian when she was younger, determined to get them to play with her, and she certainly trusted Frank since she'd stayed at his place quite a few times during the holiday. Still. She'd never thought about it, really. But apparently she did care about him. A lot. And she had missed him. A lot. So not only was she excited for the prospect of getting on with the lessons, she was simply excited to see him as a whole. The last time she'd seen him had been...wow. New Years Eve. Had it really been that long ago? The memory brought a smile to Alice's lips as she remembered their "epic" kiss. She hadn't even really planned on it, to be honest, but the countdown had begun and she'd realised she had absolutely no one to kiss, but then she'd glanced over across the room and her eyes met Frank's and the next thing she knew they were both all but running towards each other, she'd jumped into his arms and laid one on him as soon as the count had reached "0". It had been a rather chaste kiss, one she'd shared many a times with different guy friends. It wasn't supposed to mean anything, but thinking back on it...well, Alice really wouldn't mind doing it again. And that was a confusing in and of itself because she and Frank were supposed to be just friends. But there were plenty of stories of friends turned lovers, right?
Shaking her head to get rid of such thoughts, Alice peered at herself in the mirror, adjusting the straps of her DRESS under her cardigan. At first, she'd worn it without the tights, but then when she had noticed how short the hemline was, she'd decided to go for modesty over sexiness (because she might accidentally run into Fabian today and she didn't want him making comments about her outfit (seriously, sometimes he acted like an overbearing older brother; it wasn't fun). Fluffing her long hair, she prayed that the slight curls she'd made with a simple spell would hold and turned away from the mirror to grab her purse. Just then, Olivia entered the dormitory, all dressed and ready for Hogsmeade, too. Alice smiled at her and gave her the once-over, giving her an approving nod. "Yeah, same to you. Holy cleavage, by the way," Livy teased, gesturing towards Alice's chest. Grinning, Alice arched her back purposefully, eliciting a round of chuckles from Olivia, and then tilted her head and asked, "too much?"
[/color] Olivia laughed again and then shook her head. "Nah, it's all right. It's just impressive, is all. I'm envious. Merlin's beard, who are you going to see looking like that, anyway?"[/color] Smirking, Alice turned to the mirror one last time to check her appearance and then fluttered past Olivia, stopping by the door and looking over her shoulder, dramatically announcing, "Frank Longbottom!"[/color] and then hastily left the dormitory before Olivia could question her about it, because Alice honestly wouldn't know what to say. Besides, she didn't want to scar Olivia's innocence with talk of seduction and whatnot. As Alice approached the motel that Frank had described to her, she finally felt the trickling of nerves begin to set in, curling uncomfortably in her stomach. She took a couple of steadying breaths before entering the Hog's Head, wrinkling her nose a little at the musky scent that entered her nose, hoping the room Frank had rented was a little more decent. She spotted him immediately sitting by the bar, since he was practically the only clean-shaven one there, and she felt her heart do an odd little skip, which she refused to focus on, walking over to him instead, her face splitting into a large grin. "Frank!"[/color] she greeted enthusiastically, throwing her arms around him and giving him a squeeze, clinging onto him for a long moment before finally pulling away, brushing her long hair behind her ear. "Merlin, it's so good to see you. It's been so long!"[/color] She gave his shoulder a quick squeeze and then settled on the bar stool next to him after inconspicuously muttering a cleaning spell on the seat first. Who knows who had sat there before her, or what they'd done? [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Frank Longbottom
Order Member 1977 Graduate Supplemental Character
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Post by Frank Longbottom on Aug 11, 2012 18:31:38 GMT -5
He didn’t have to wait long. After a couple of minutes, when he was just finishing his first beer, the door to the pub opened, revealing a stark contrast to the usual crowd that had been coming and going since he’d gotten here, where Alice was dressed in either a long shirt or a very short dress (he’d never been good at fashion), and tights underneath, and looking great, as usual—hadn’t he ever noticed how pretty she was before? Why hadn’t he been focusing on that when he’d hung out with her all these years? He supposed one tended not to think about how good-looking people related to you were, and like he’d said, Alice had been almost like a cousin to him growing up. But now he was definitely noticing. His face split into a huge grin as he swiveled around on the stool to receive her hug, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing back before he let go. Was he supposed to say something about how she looked? He’d never commented on that either, with her, unless she was purposefully dressing up for a ball or a party or something, in which it’d been customary for him to compliment his girl friends, but this was… what was this, even? They were two friends, hanging out. It wasn’t an actual date, so he wasn’t obliged to compliment her looks. However much he might want to, however much he might like what he was seeing. It’d probably be weird, he finally decided, all in a split-second, if he said anything. And he didn’t want to make Alice uncomfortable the minute she got her. She’d think something was up. And something was definitely not up. Not at all. He refused to dwell on the way his eyes followed her hand tucking her hair behind her ear, and his own itched to do it for her; had her hair always looked this soft?
“Hey, you!” he greeted her instead, still smiling brightly and licking his lips, shifting a little on the stool and wondering whether he should offer her a seat. But then again, they were at a bar, not a table, so it wasn’t like he could do much about it. Thankfully, he didn’t have time to think twice about it as Alice slid onto the stool next to him. “You look so good,
[/color]” he agreed, and stopped short. Well, shit. He hadn’t meant to say that—the words ‘it’s so good to see you too’ had died somewhere in his throat, and he could feel his neck heating up and probably reddening. He threw in another grin to make his comment seem a little less strange. “ I don’t think I’ve seen you wear that dress before.[/color]” Maybe she’d take it as a compliment to the dress, and not the way it hugged her body, and right, okay, there were her tits. He shouldn’t be looking at those. Frank snapped his face up again, looking towards the bar and calling the barman over, licking his lips and looking back to Alice. “ You want something to drink?[/color]” Waiting for her answer, he ordered another Butterbeer for himself and let her get her own drink. Fiddling with the cap of the previous bottle, still, Frank forced himself to keep his legs still, as he itched to start bouncing his knee up and down nervously. Maybe it was just him, but he felt like the reason they were both here—meeting here, here of all places was weighing down between them like some sort of heavy cloud, fogging up his mind and making his stomach twist nervously. What was he supposed to say now? He should have probably thought this out better when he’d told her about renting a room. He could’t just say, ‘okay, let’s go up so you can start teaching me seduction’ or something of the like. Right about now would be a good time for Alice’s boldness to step up so she could save him from making a total fool of himself by keeping quiet and looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him up. Yeah, he was kind of relying on her to say something, or things would get very awkward, very fast. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Alice Prewett
Gryffindor Student[/color] Seventh Year Head Cheerleader
we can burn brighter than the s u n
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Post by Alice Prewett on Aug 16, 2012 6:23:01 GMT -5
Tilting her head, Alice regarded him carefully, as if he was a puzzle she was trying to figure out. There was something...different about the way he was acting. He seemed a little jumpy, almost nervous about something. Or, well, he definitely wasn't as relaxed around her as he had been a few months ago. She wondered if it had something to do with her, or if it was just stress from work bleeding into his regular life. She knew that training to be an Auror was incredibly stressful work, she'd heard enough from Lily, Fabian, Sirius and even Frank himself about it. But somehow it seemed like this was a little...different. She just couldn't put her finger on why and she knew it would drive her mad until she actually blurted out the question and demanded a reasonable explanation as to why Frank almost seemed uncomfortable. Had she said something too off-putting in her letters? Alice tried to think back on it and found herself wincing inwardly. Okay, so she had been a little (or a lot) forward when she had written to him, but she couldn't help it! That was simply how Alice was. She found a hard time filtering herself around people whom she trusted. Plus, to be completely honest, she'd kind of wanted to test how far Frank would let her push him, and had been rather startled by the results. She had expected him to back out of the entire ordeal a lot sooner than he actually did. And then he'd gone and shocked her further when he'd written to her about the lessons, sounding completely serious. But now he seemed almost awkward, so she didn't know what to think. Maybe it was the cleavage.
"Thank you! You do, too," she responded, allowing her gaze to briefly sweep over him. Well, he did look good. She took note of the slight reddening around his neck that threatened to climb into his cheeks, but decided not to comment on it for his sake. "Well, I don't think you've seen everything I wear. You mostly got to see me in uniform when we were back in school anyway. It's not exactly new, I don't think. I don't remember, actually."
[/color] Since she was still gazing at him, she didn't miss the way his eyes lingered longer than usual on her chest area and it took all her willpower to suppress the smirk threatening to rise; she didn't want to make him even more uncomfortable, not so soon at least. But it was definitely the cleavage. She kind of wanted to push out her chest in front of his face to confirm her suspicions, but since she didn't want him to run off before they even got to the fun part, Alice mentally chastised herself and told herself to behave. There would be plenty of time to test out the waters with Frank later. And besides, it wasn't like Alice could blame him. She'd made a extra effort not hide the goods so much, so she honestly would have been a little offended if he didn't noticed. Yeah, she was his best friend's younger cousin ( second cousin, too, because you had your first cousins, and then your second cousins...), but she was a woman first and foremost and she kind of hoped Frank had started to see that. Getting him to notice that she did, in fact, have breasts (and nice ones to boot) was the first step. Crossing her legs and making sure that her dress was appropriately fixed over her legs (she didn't mind if Frank was looking, but she certainly didn't want anyone else perving on her, thank you very much. At least, not at the Hogs Head), Alice flashed the bartender a polite smile and ordered a butterbeer for herself as well, ordering a straw along with it because, as fun as getting a foam mustache with your friends might be, it might completely ruin Alice's aim for Frank to see her as more than just a friend and whoa when did that become her aim anyway? Flustered by her own thoughts, Alice looked down at the counter and frowned briefly. Well, that was new. Let's not linger on that train of thought too long, otherwise it might get us in trouble, she decided. "So,"[/color] she started, a little more loudly that she had meant to, making herself jump a little with the volume. To cover up how flustered she'd made herself, Alice wrapped her fingers around the mug of butterbeer the bartender had placed in front of her and held the top of the straw so that she could sip at it cautiously, smiling when it warmed her belly and relaxed her enough to look at Frank without saying something incredibly stupid. ]"How's work and training going? You told me it was super stressful, and it's obviously taking up so much time that you can't even spare some to see your best girl,"[/color] she noted, pouting her lips at him and then reaching to take another sip of her butterbeer. "So, anything new on the dating scene? Did absolutely none of the girls Lily set you up with work?"[/color] she asked, tilting her head a little. She figured she would get him to relax first with conversation, finish a few drinks, and then suggest they retire to the room upstairs. Rushing was never a good idea. With anything, really. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Frank Longbottom
Order Member 1977 Graduate Supplemental Character
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Post by Frank Longbottom on Aug 23, 2012 11:10:36 GMT -5
Frank chuckled a little, ducking his gaze at her tossing the compliment back at him, and he self-consciously reached up to tug at the hem of his shirt, straightening it under the dark grey jacket he had over and licked his lips. It was stupid for his neck to feel hot again at the way she looked him over. It was obvious that she was going to look him over if she was commenting on how he looked. Which was good, to her. Or maybe he was thinking about things too much and Alice was merely being polite by returning the compliment. Looking back over at her, Frank raised his eyebrows a little. “Maybe,” he conceded, nodding a little and thinking back to Alice at Hogwarts; he did picture her in her Gryffindor uniform immediately. Red really suited her, now that he thought about it. “But you’re forgetting all those lunches and parties and events we’ve both attended every summer, and growing up…
[/color]” he trailed off, motioning with his hand and grinning a little. “ I could probably pinpoint your style.[/color]” And okay, he didn’t actually know anything about style and most of the time needed Fabian to help him pick his ties, and he just went with whatever he thought looked good, but he did think he could recognize something Alice would wear and something she wouldn’t, and that’s what he’d meant. Alice got her drink, too, and just as Frank was about to blurt something out about the weather, she started speaking, finally, and he turned to look at her openly, not even bothered by her volume, instead growing awkward when she didn’t immediately continue speaking. So he took another drink of the beer. Bollocks, this was going to be strange, he could already tell. “ It’s a tight schedule,[/color]” he agreed, shifting on the stool so he was facing her properly, and leaned his elbow on the bartop to his left, slipping a little on some of the moist that had gathered from the butt of his bottle and he scrambled to lean against it properly again, feeling his face heat up. Was he doomed to make himself look ridiculous today? “ Uh, it’s um… a lot of training, basically.[/color]” His eyes lingered on her pout before he dropped them to the mouth of his beer and took another sip. The way his stomach flipped nervously when Alice brought up dating was purely coincidental. Why was she bringing it up? He did remember he’d been talking about all of that, way back then. Way before everything. What even was everything, anyway… well before she’d had any ideas about these seduction lessons at any rate. Or actually maybe that had been the reason she’d had the ideas in the first place. Fantastic. But that didn’t mean he wanted to talk about it now! Because okay, even if Frank didn’t have actual experience in dating girls. Or well, good experience anyway, it didn’t mean that he didn’t know conversations he was supposed to dodge when he was on a date with one. And talking about either party dating other people was like a gigantic ABORT sign. He could picture Lucy waving her arms in a cross over her head frantically right now. Not that this was a date. Damn. “ No, not really,[/color]” he finally breathed out through a small laugh, shrugging his shoulders and smiling sheepishly at her. But it would just be rude if he cut off the topic, so he couldn’t exactly do that, either. “ Like I said, I don’t think they were my type?[/color]” Another drink of his beer and he fiddled with the neck of it between his fingers, rolling it around as he figured out what to say. “ I think I’m not into the whole blind dating as a principle. I thought it might work but it’s really weird, and mostly awkward. I’m not exactly smooth when it comes to all that.[/color]” And of course he had to go ahead and blurt that out like he wasn’t freaking out enough without Alice knowing he was freaking out. His face flushed again. At this point he was going to combust at any moment. “ Feels a little forced, too. I think dating should happen between people who genuinely like each other and actually know each other,[/color]” he finally concluded before looking up at her, searching her face for any kind of sign that she was uncomfortable or something. See, this was the problem with girls. When they weren’t completely friend-zoned, Frank tended to overanalyze and freak out over everything he said and whether they were okay, if they wanted anything, if they were bored. It was ridiculous, and he should have definitely grown out of this by now, but apparently he hadn’t. At least, not when he really liked a girl. …and apparently he really liked Alice. Maybe it was worse because she was one of his best friends. It hadn’t been this bad in all those blind dates, regardless of whether they’d ended right or not. They really needed to move on from this topic. “ But enough about me,[/color]” Frank said, grinning up at her. “ How are you? What’s new at Hoggy’s? You still cheering for the Quidditch team?[/color]” he teased her lightly, smiling. Sweet baby Jesus, he was screwed. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Alice Prewett
Gryffindor Student[/color] Seventh Year Head Cheerleader
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Post by Alice Prewett on Aug 31, 2012 15:22:52 GMT -5
Okay, either Frank was trying really hard to hide the fact that he'd been checking her (or her cleavage, whatever) out by focusing on her whole wardrobe, or if this was honestly something uncharacteristic of Alice to wear around him. She tried to think back on the lunches and events he was talking about, scrunching her face up a little, and then realisation dawned on her. "Is this because you can see my cleavage?" she asked, deciding that dancing around the subject was only going to make things worse. Plus, she kind of wanted to see his reaction, and she could practically see a mini Lucy on Frank's shoulder shaking her head in disappointment while, on the other shoulder, a mini May was giving her a mental high-five and then cracking up. Before she started laughing at the mental images she'd just evoked in herself, Alice focused her attention back to the conversation. "Because that's only because I couldn't exactly wear something like this,"
[/color] she gestured towards her body, currently adorned in the dress which he seemed to find so different from her usual outwear, "in front of my father without getting a bloody lecture about how inappropriate it is. But, I mean, I don't think this is really inappropriate. It's not like I look like a slag. Right?"[/color] She raised her eyebrows swiftly, trying her best to maintain a straight face as if she would actually be offended if he didn't immediately deny it. Although, yeah, if he didn't do so, she would be pretty offended because, uh, Alice did not appreciate being called a slag. It wasn't so hard to maintain a straight face after that realisation. Since she'd been watching him pretty closely, Alice noticed the way his elbow slipped on the counter and she bit her lip and quickly averted her eyes so that he didn't realise that she'd seen it, picking at the end of her dress distractedly until she was sure he'd righted himself and then casually looked up again with an innocent smile. "Yeah, it seems like a lot of training. You must feel exhausted all the time,"[/color] she said sympathetically, leaning forward to pat his knee and then, wondering if that was too much physical contact for him to handle right now, she turned back to her butterbeer and took a long sip, almost choking on the foam because she drank it took quickly and blinking back tears as she swallowed painfully. Wow. Good going, Alice. God, she was starting to act like...like she would around a boy she had a crush on. But that was impossible! She didn't have a crush on Frank Longbottom. She couldn't. It was Frank Longbottom. Who, while handsome and lovely and an excellent snogger -- oh Merlin. Oh Merlin. She had a crush on Frank Longbottom. Alice's eyes widened and she stared at her butterbeer as if it would somehow give her a way out of this because this couldn't be happening right now. She was supposed to give him lessons on seducing girls! How was she supposed to do that if she was having all the annoying symptoms that she had when she started crushing on people? Alice took the few moments that it took for Frank to respond to her question to have a tiny, quiet mental break down. When he finally spoke again, she almost jumped and looked at him somewhat nervously, trying her best not to appear as if she'd just been struck in the forehead by a Quaffle. The knowledge that he wasn't dating any of the girls Lily had set him up with was, oddly enough, a relief, and she refused ( refused!!!) to dwell on why, even though it was clear to her why even if she didn't dwell on it, but whatever. She didn't want to think about that either! "Oh, I agree, I definitely agree. You certainly should be friends with a person before you start dating them. I mean, look at Will and Lucy! They were practically, like, best friends for ages before they started dating. It was so cute. Granted, Lucy had a crush on him for ages, but still. Yeah. Friends first. I'm completely with you."[/color] She was babbling. Oh, Merlin, she was babbling, someone stop her please. Where were mini Lucy and mini May when she actually needed them, huh? To distract her mouth from doing more talking, Alice took another sip of her butterbeer and wished she could look at Frank as a friend again because if she didn't this could get a lot more awkward then it already was. "Oh, I'm just fine,"[/color] she told him, running her fingers through her hair and untangling the end curls, frowning when they became a little looser. They probably wouldn't hold until the end of the night. She sighed mentally and then focused on his question again. Wow, she was scatter-brained today. "I saw the Jacob bloke again. He was nice."[/color] She hesitated for a long second, taking a sip of her butterbeer and watching him out of the corner of her eye. She told herself it wasn't because she wanted to see if he would look jealous at the mention of the guy she was supposedly dating, but who was she kidding? She totally was. Once she'd swallowed and made a show of patting her mouth with her napkin, she continued casually. "But I told him it wasn't working out, so we parted on amicable terms. Hmm, what else. The Gryffindor team lost their match against the Hufflepuffs. May wouldn't talk to anyone without getting all growly for almost a week about it."[/color] She giggled at her friend. "And she insists that I need to up the cheerleading. Oh, I'm head cheerleader now! It's quite fun and exciting. I like it."[/color] She nodded and then uncrossed and recrossed her legs, focusing on finishing off her drink. Once it was done, Alice wiped her mouth again and then turned to look at him, noting that he was done with his drink, too. Instead of ordering a drink, Alice decided that it was time to stop stalling and just go for it. "So. Shall we go up to the room?"[/color] She dropped her voice a little in case anyone was listening in, because she really didn't want to sound like a slag, either. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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