Post by longbottom on Dec 6, 2009 22:28:04 GMT -5
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Name: Frankfurt Reginald Longbottom
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Year: Graduate
Face Claim: Chris Pine
Canon or Original? Canon
Facial Properties:
Frankie boy here has the looks going for him. Who am I to deny it? He’s got that devilish grin that makes a lot of girls do double takes when they walk past, and that dimple sure doesn’t help. Straight, white teeth compliment the look, courtesy of years of muggle braces, but in the end, you have to admit it was worth it. Frank’s forte is his smile, and he knows it. To say that he has qualms to use it would be a lie, considering that he flashes his little prize about a thousand times a day. He has a strong chin that more often than not has stubble growing from it, considering he doesn’t spend enough time on his dorm to actually shave and take care of his appearance. That, and his hair. Merlin, his hair. Tousled. Always. And when I say always, I really do mean always. Like I said, he doesn’t spend much time on his dorm, and besides, he knows that it doesn’t look bad, so he just goes with it. It adds to that natural look he’s got going for him. He’s got a pair of dark, bushy eyebrows crowning two of the most crystalline blue eyes I’ve ever had the opportunity to see. You’ll understand once you get to stare into them. Thankfully for our hearts, he doesn’t really use their full potential on everyone. Sure, he makes eye-contact when you’re talking to him, but he’s easily diverted. He pays attention, but his eyes are never set on you a hundred percent. They’re active little things, flicking to and fro, as if looking for something. Consider yourself lucky if he pays total attention to you. That, or prepare to swoon. Something to that effect. You want me to tell you about his nose? It’s inconsequential. Especially after the things I’ve mentioned. Seriously. Everyone goes for him for his smile and or his eyes. The nose? You don’t even notice it. Although, if you think about it, it helps his sharp profile. Sharp contours, but smooth meshing, if you get my drift. You know those cheekbones were made to slope into that mouth of his. Yeah, that brings us back to his laugh. The way the corner of his eyes crinkle when he laughs full-heartedly is absolutely adorable. Of course, I may be a bit biased, considering I adore the guy, but seriously; if the smile merits a double take, the crinkles on the corner of his eyes merit you to stop talking and just walk close to him. It’s that magnetic.
And then his ears. As if he weren’t cute enough, he’s got this pair of things that are close to his head, and are so frickin’ small, it’s unbelievable. Like, you wouldn’t even notice them if it weren’t for the really short haircut he’s always sporting. Um, what else? I don’t know. Just look at the guy.
Physique:
Tall, well built and always polished. Nothing lean and slender for him, oh no. As a matter of fact, Frank works on being buff, which is one of the main reasons nobody messes with him. He doesn’t only look the part, but he plays the part. That doesn’t mean he is fat or chubby, or anything. On the contrary, he takes fabulous care of his body; not only by working out, but watching what he eats. Pescetarian since the age of eight (mainly because he turned out allergic for most of the red meats he was given), Frank is very picky with what he puts on his mouth. As a matter of fact, he probably would be a beanpole if it weren’t for his workout routine and the vitamins he has to take in order to have enough nutrients. Broad shoulders, and a sure stance. Everything about Frank reflects what he is: strong, confident and with a lot of presence.
Wand Type: Willow, 12”, flexible
Wand Expertise: DADA
Patronus: Bear
Boggart: Dementor
Personality:
[A lowly lit room with two lamps beside each of the two chairs that are occupied. One by Skarletta and one by Frank. They are facing each other, and faintly, you can hear the excited chatter of Ethan and Marlene as they bicker and try to eavesdrop on the conversation that is about to take place.]
Skarletta: [crosses legs] So. Frank.
Frank: Yeah?
Skarletta: Tell me all about yourself. I’m interested.
Frank: You’re flirting with me.
Skarletta: [waves hand carelessly] You’re a figment of my imagination, darling.
Frank: That didn’t stop you from flirting shamelessly with Pierre.
Skarletta: [coughs] Where were we?
Frank: Nowhere, we’re just starting, love.
Skarletta: [narrows eyes] I need you to cooperate and describe yourself, Frank.
Frank: What can I say? I think everything is pretty obvious, wouldn’t you say so? You’re the one who keeps saying I’m a cad.
Skarletta: Well, you kinda are.
Frank: Just because I’m a gentleman?
Skarletta: No, because you have a reputation almost as bad as Marlene’s. [a muffled ‘HEY!’ is heard behind the door to the room, and Frank has to muffle his own laughter behind his hand]
Frank: It’s not that bad, is it? I mean…I just like girls. And girls happen to like me. And they’re good distractions. [shrugs]
Skarletta: That’s the reply of a cad. See?
Frank: What type of word is ‘cad’ anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be younger than that?
Skarletta: I’m the same age as you are, but as you can see, a touch more mature.
Frank: Just because you use words my Grandmother would doesn’t mean you’re more mature. It just means you read old books.
Skarletta: Whatever. The point is that you’re kind of a womanizer, and I’m afraid that doesn’t really suit well with me.
Frank: It sure suits well with them. Do you see them complaining?
Skarletta: That’s not the point Frank, and you know it. You’re trying to distract me.
Frank: What can I say? That’s what I do. I distract people. I make them forget all the bad things in their life, and help them focus on the moment. Everyone needs that every once in a while, otherwise we’d just go mad. Besides, it’s a mutual kind of thing. I help them, and they help me. Everybody wins.
Skarletta: How convenient.
Frank: Oh, come on, Skar. Stop with the sarcastic quips. You and I both know that there isn’t anything exactly wrong with it. It’s not like I bed them and drop them. I’m not Regulus or Bagman. I’m just me. With my flaws that I’ve learned to accept, and my good traits, which you have to admit are numerous.
Skarletta: Well, you can be nice when you want to. And you sure know how to dish out a compliment every once in a while.
Frank: See? I was born to be a gentleman. My parents and my grandparents made sure of that. And even after my Granddad Darius died, Grandma Sabs seemed to renew the efforts for the both of them. So yeah, I have impeccable manners.
Skarletta: But you have a horrible temper.
Frank: [grimaces] Yes. Well, I did say I had my bad traits too. I have a horrible temper, I pace whenever I’m anxious and I’m pretty sure I’ve made a couple of people cry. Intentionally. Unintentionally is another thing altogether. But it’s not good to cross me. By now, people should know that. I think I’ve thrown enough temper tantrums at Hogwarts to last everyone a lifetime.
Skarletta: But you have to take into consideration other people’s feelings. You can’t be so selfish as to think you’re the only one who matters?
Frank: Yes. And no. Yes, I am extremely selfish, but no, I don’t think I’m the only one who matters. Believe it or not, Skar, I am aware that there are other people out there who are more important than me. As a matter of fact, I consider my friends the top priority on that list. You know that I wouldn’t do anything to hurt my friends.
Skarletta: But to actually be your friend…that’s the tough part.
Frank: Well, you can’t let about anyone in where they can so easily hurt you.
Skarletta: So you’re afraid of being vulnerable?
Frank: Who isn’t? But that’s not it. That doesn’t mean I push people away or anything of the sort. As a matter of fact, I love being surrounded by people. I love having people know me, and want to know me, or want to keep me around. It’s a magic I won’t ever be able to state correctly. You feel it, you don’t say it.
Skarletta: Okay, let’s say I agree. But you being popular doesn’t tell us anything except that you’re friendly, and can be nice.
Frank: And a gentleman. Let’s not forget the gentleman part.
Skarletta: Right. You with your smooth voice and poise. I get that.
Frank: So why were you protesting about me having had a lot of girlfriends?
Skarletta: [sighs] Moving on.
Frank: As you please.
Skarletta: What’s your favorite color?
Frank: What are you? A third year?
Skarletta: [indignant] Hey now, I’ll let you know, someone’s favorite color says a lot of that person.
Frank: [sighs exasperatedly] It’s silver, if you must. It’s shiny, and neutral enough. It’s belongs to the cold side of the colors’ spectrum, and I do think it reflects my personality rather well. I’m impersonal when the situation calls for it, but my shiny-ness attracts people? [grimaces] Okay, that sounded bad.
Skarletta: [laughs] Yeah, it did.
Frank: I do have my awkward moments, I must admit.
Skarletta: And how do they happen?
Frank: When I’m nervous. No, cross that. When I’m extremely nervous. Like, for example with Al—someone, I get all tongue-tied and an absolute blubbering idiot. Thank Merlin, it doesn’t happen often, but I hate it when it does. Those kind of people annoy me to no end.
Skarletta: Those kind of people? [quirks eyebrow] Do you consider yourself an elitist, Mr. Longbottom?
Frank: [laughs] An elitist? Me? You can’t be serious, my dear.
Skarletta: Well, given the way you previously expressed yourself—
Frank: [holds right hand up and interrupts] Stop right there, Skar. You’re twisting things up. Most things aren’t what they seem, and I’m one of them. Just because people who stutter and stumble over their own words exasperate me doesn’t mean I’m an elitist. I believe that they have enough capabilities to stop doing that and actually try to speak clearly and concisely, but I do not think any less of them just because of that. Now, if you meant elitist in reference to my pureblood background, then you’re—once again—mistaken. Never have I made someone to be less than what they are just because of their backgrounds and origins. Everyone has something to give to this world, and who am I to determine if that’s good enough or not? So no, I’m not an elitist. In any sense.
Skarletta: [widens eyes] I’m sorry.
Frank: [exhales] No, I’m sorry. It’s just kind of a sensitive subject for me. I’ve been accused of this countless times before, and it annoys me to no end. Being rich and a pureblood doesn’t immediately spell out Death Eater in potential, or even elitist. I hate it.
Skarletta: So why have you been accused of being it, if you aren’t?
Frank: Because people can be such cows. [laughs] But that’s their business not mine. If they want to be fastidious, then so be it.
Skarletta: I like you.
Frank: [laughs again] Why, thank you, Skar dear. I like you too, but you do have this really annoying tendency to get off track, I’ve discovered.
Skarletta: [blushes] I’m sorry. I just like to know everything. I’m nosy like that.
Frank: Apology accepted. What else do you want to know?
Skarletta: [raises eyebrow] Didn’t I just say that? Everything, my dear.
Frank: Ah. That might take a while.
Skarletta: [sits back] Don’t worry. We only have all the time of the world.
Frank: Touché.
Skarletta: What about the romance aspect? How are we doing on that?
Frank: I thought we had already covered that? I’m a cad, you hate me, the girls love me. The end.
Skarletta: Must you be so supercilious? It’s infuriating. I meant, how do you behave when you’re in a relationship?
Frank: They’re my world. And—don’t you dare laugh, I see those dimples flashing—I mean it. When I’m dating someone it’s because they mean something to me, somehow. And if they mean something to me, they deserve my loyalty, my respect and my admiration. Therefore, I treat them correspondingly. I like to give as much as I like to receive, and I think that is what makes things so much fun. And yes, I will say it: its fun to date me. Why deny it? I like to make people smile, especially girls. It like a ‘Lumos’ spell all over their faces, which I find adorable. It transforms them, and I love being the one who makes that transformation happen.
Skarletta: [stares]
Frank: Yes, I’m a romantic. Hex me. I told you there’s more to me than what meets the eye.
Skarletta: Okay, that was unexpected.
Frank: It was, wasn’t it? Nobody really believes this part. Especially after they’ve seen my competitive side. [winces] That can get bad.
Skarletta: Oh yeah, I’ve seen that. Not pretty.
Frank: Exactly. It goes hand in hand with my temper. Once it starts, it’s very difficult to control. Not even Grandma Sabs can do much about it. It’s kinda scary, really. It’s just that once I’m mad, I know there’s a reason why I’m mad, and while I know most of the time it’s not worth it, it happens. Things used to explode when I was younger, and now my wand throws sparks. [shrugs] It’s just the way it is.
Skarletta: What does it take you to get under control?
Frank: Probably go off and be alone for a while. Or just rant. Or play the piano. Believe it or not, as much as I love having friends and being with them, I do like my alone time . Especially now, when I’ve got so many things to discuss with myself, so many decisions…
Skarletta: Would you describe yourself as insecure?
Frank: Goodness woman, no. Not at all. Are you high? Insecurity is the downfall of any man. I think that’s the code for who I am. Being secure. [coughs and shifts on his seat] Yeah. And…that’s that.
Likes:
+ midnight
+ midnight swims
+ winning
+ saying ‘I told you so’
+ making people laugh
+ going out
+ his grandparents
+ camping
+ night sky
+ scarves
+ ‘I love you’s
+ girls
+ being paid attention
+ being in love
+ being loved
+ playing the piano
+ getting his picture taken
+ DADA
+ family gatherings
+ Christmas
+ his birthday
+ giving presents
+ receiving presents
+ freckles
+ meeting new people
+ flirting
+ brunettes
+ staying up late
+ giggles
Dislikes:
– waking up early
– Potions
– pushovers
– not getting what he wants
– his parents arguing
– not going out during vacations
– the smell of ink
– being sun-burnt
– too much make-up on girls
– fake laughter
– competition
– being late
– detention
– vegetables
– meat
– drunk people
– boredom
– not having much to do
– arguing with girls
– cliques
– clichés
– spicy food
– not understanding something
History:
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Skarletta: So, Frank, tell us about your childhood. I mean, being an only kid of two rich parents spells out awesome, no?
Frank: [shifts uncomfortably] Do I have to?
Skarletta: Well, yes. You don’t have an option.
Frank: Oh yeah?
Skarletta: Yes.
Frank: [silence]
Skarletta: [raises eyebrow]
Frank: [takes a deep breath] Fine.…I was born on a Halloween night, which apparently is a big deal for my parents. Well, back in the day, they were big Samhain believers, and from what Gram Sabs has told me, they were horrified when my mom’s water broke that night. Something about bad omens and the worst of luck for the rest of their lives. Their terror was soon forgotten as I popped out of mummy dearest, and what they had planned as a Halloween feast for their friends and acquaintances ended up being a ‘Welcome home Frankfurt boy’ kind of thing.
[Pauses]
Skarletta: [slowly grinning] Your name’s Frankfurt.
Frank: I was kind of hoping we’d be able to gloss over that, if you don’t mind.
Skarletta: Gloss over what, Frankfurt?
Frank: How old are we again?
Skarletta: You? Eighteen.
Frank: [sighs] Where were we?
Skarletta: Samhain and how your name is so perfectly you! [claps]
Frank: [rolls eyes] Well, after that, it was pretty much your standard, magical childhood…“Frank, stop making my quills levitate!” Laughter is heard from the next room as Augusta Longbottom walks out of her study and starts looking for her mischievous son. His sixth birthday was over two weeks ago, and they can already tell he is a promising child. Even if her voice is stern, there is amusement in her eyes and face, and you can tell her lips are fighting a losing battle against a proud smile. And who wouldn’t be? Her only son has been showing signs of magic of increasing force for over a year now, his latest feat being her levitating quills all over her study. As Augusta finds her son and carries him in her arms, she kisses his forehead, that smile finally winning as she meets his gleeful, sparkling, blue eyes. “Now, what’s got you so riled up that has you levitating mumy’s quills?” Laughter is the only answer she gets, and she can’t help but laugh along with him as she starts twirling him around…
Skarletta: And then she dropped you.
Frank: [looks up] Was that really necessary?
Skarletta: Come on! You have to admit it would explain a lot of things about you.
Frank: [smirks] You’re projecting.
Skarletta: [narrows eyes]
Frank: [reaches over and touches her nose] Don’t dish it if you can’t take it, sweetheart.
Skarletta: [clears throat] I’m getting hungry, so we have to move this along.
Frank: You were the one who wanted to do this interview in the firs—
Skarletta: Yeah, yeah, life sucks and then you die. What else is new?
Frank: [sighs] Life was pretty good for a while. But then, it wasn’t.
Skarletta: Wasn’t it?
Frank: No. Which is good, I suppose. Stopped me from becoming an arrogant jerk who believes he has the world at his feet! [fans self] Oh, wait. [grins slowly]
Skarletta: [stares]
Frank: Joke.
Skarletta: Ah.“It’s just money!” The shrill scream pierces the air, and everybody in the cold mansion knows that another of those tempestuous and fearsome fights is about to break loose all around them. Nothing new, but it’s still something you don’t want to be around. It’s not like they have an option really. Not even the poor offspring of the couple has an option other than to live through it, somehow. Then again, he’s so used to it, that there’s absolutely nothing new in their tone of voices or their subject of discussion. It’s always the same, always the same. So he doesn’t look up from his book and continues coloring. One of the few things that doesn’t upset his parents. He vaguely remembers there was once upon a time when he could do as he wanted and they would praise him for it, but the days of making quills levitate just because, are over. This, he knows. “Really? I don’t see you complaining due to the excess of galleons brimming on your Gringotts account!” And he doesn’t complain about the excessive hours he puts at work, does he? It gives him an excuse to be away from home. Away from this cold place that feels like anything but a home. To anyone. “Don’t you dare turn this around on me, Davidoff Longbottom! You know this is not about me!” Oh, of course it isn’t. It never is. It was always about this or that, but never about her. Frank loves his mom, but he knows more than enough to know that sometimes she’s not right. “Oh, it’s not? Then what is it about, because I sure as hell don’t know!”
Frank: And so they went. It was endless, really. Everyone at the mansion knew better than to bother them when they were throwing one of their numerous fits. [waves hand around carelessly]
Skarletta: How did you feel about that?
Frank: [raises eyebrow skeptically] I wasn’t aware you were my therapist.
Skarletta: [snorts] Hardly. I’m not being paid for this, am I?
Frank: Of course not. You’re not good enough. Where were we?
Skarletta: [rolls eyes] Your parents arguing endlessly over money.
Frank: Ah, yes. Well, naturally, you can imagine that things didn’t really get much better after that. It was just fight after fight, until I was sure I wasn’t going to be able to take it any longer. I even thought about moving in with Gram Sabs. She sure could do with some company around the house, what with Granddad Darius long gone and whatnot. But of course, just when you think things are the worst of the worst, life gives you a brief respite. At least, that was how it was with me.
Skarletta: Let me guess. Hogwarts letter?
Frank: [laughs] Only about a million of them. They were everywhere! I thought it was a flood, or some other nonsense. I had been away for a week with Gram Sabs over at Mexico, and when I came back, I think I couldn’t even walk properly in my room, because I had to wade through all that parchment. And the owls! You have no idea. It was insanity, I tell you, but I was laughing like there was no tomorrow. I knew my break had come.
Skarletta: So, after that?
Frank: After that…Things got better. Not at home. I don’t think things at home could get better, to be honest. It’s all downhill from where they are…but for me, I mean. Hogwarts proved to be everything I wanted and needed. It had girls, fabulous food, the house elves were more than efficient, and most importantly: it helped me grow as a wizard. What else could I ask for? I had my little niche away from that boring, typical lifestyle of luxury, fights and more luxury.
Skarletta: [raises eyebrow]
Frank: [smirks] Oh, don’t get me wrong. I love money. I love the luxury, and the benefits, and having people at your feet, just waiting on your word. I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s opened so many doors for me, and I know it will continue doing so, but I do think the price my parents paid for having all that money sure can’t compare to what they could have had if they hadn’t focused so much on their monetary ambitions. They loved each other.
Skarletta: [coughs]
Frank: [glares] They did. Two people with so much in common can’t help but love each other. They both came from good, solid backgrounds; they wanted to keep their professions intact after they married, they wanted to become somebodies in the world…and so many other things I’m not sure I could list, but those are the most prominent that come to mind. Handsome and the world at their feet. That’s exactly how I would describe them. With such huge ambitions that you knew they could make solid…
Skarletta: [quietly] The problem came when those ambitions turned into the only things that mattered.
Frank: [slaps hand on knee] Exactly! They focused so much on getting rich, on becoming those ‘somebodies’ that they were nobodies in their own home. I know we were happy at some point. I know they were in love, and I know they’re capable of loving each other…and of loving me. [trails off for a moment before recommencing] They do love me. They’re just so entrenched in that lifestyle that I think they don’t know how to live any other way. They’ve forgotten.
Skarletta: So having money is not all that’s what’s cracked up to be? Is that what you’re saying?
Frank: [stares incredulously] Are you kidding? Money makes the world go ‘round! For Merlin’s beard, I’ve been traveling all over the world since I was five. I can speak three different languages, and I can list you about five different types of rare cuisine and their major ingredients. Tell me why would I not like that? Like I said, money is a huge pro. What’s a really, really bad con is having parents like the ones I have. Seriously, Skar, if you ever have any money, don’t let it go to your head so badly. Or don’t let your ambitions blind you to the important things in life. Have money and have love. Don’t try to have money without the love, because Merlin knows you’ll turn into a despicable human being. But don’t try to have love without the money either, because then you’re just a poor—quite literally—fool. Having both and knowing how to balance them? That’s the key to a successful existence, belle.
Skarletta: Oh-kay? I’ll keep that in mind. So, if money’s worth it, but your parents…aren’t, then, you’re telling me family isn’t worth it either? Or, what?
Frank: How do you manage to distort things to such extent? I’m saying that my parents got rotten, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like family. As a matter of fact, I love it. I’ll let you know that my grandmother Sabrina was a very iconic part of my life. She was always there for me when my parents weren’t. Being my dad’s mother, she thought she had a right to me, or something along those ridiculous lines, but who am I to complain? She was the one who took me under her wing when things got out of hand at home, and thanks to her I learned Spanish, and she took me that first time to Egypt, and Merlin, so many things! So of course I love family, Skar. I was taught to do so. Not only my grandmother, but my aunts and uncles, and my great, great grandparents and…well, yeah, the list goes on and on! We’re a tight-knit community, that I can tell you. Even if my uncle and aunt have taken to avoiding our house lately, due to how bad my parents’ arguments have gotten, but I visit there very often. So, yeah, family first, and all that.
Skarletta: So, all in all, you could say you’ve had a good life? [raises eyebrow skeptically]
Frank: Hey, don’t act as if that’s hard to believe. I’m an only child, spoiled rotten considering I’ve got my own Gringotts account, and I’ve got grandparents that adore me, while my own parents are off in their own bitter world, or, you know, just traveling. I’m every teenaged girls dream. And you know you can’t deny that.
Skarletta: Touch arrogant, no?
Frank: I didn’t say I’m Merlin’s gift to wizardkind. Careful, you keep misinterpreting. What I meant is that a lot of guys would love to have the life I lead. Well, I used to lead at any rate. I’m graduating now.
Skarletta: Oh, that’s right! Tell me about that, what are you planning to do?
Frank: [shifts on his seat] Well, Skar dear, I plan on getting my own place and becoming an Auror. A dashing, dashing, Auror.
Skarletta: No offense, dear, but I don’t really see you as the Auror type. You’re too, umm, what’s the word? Ah, manicured, to actually see you taking down bad guys and being the hero. Well, yeah, I could see you being the hero…just not getting dirty.
Frank: There’s more to me than what meets the eye.
Skarletta: You keep saying that, but so far, nothing really. Aside from you loving your family, which, I have to admit, was really surprising.
Frank: My great-grandparent was an Auror. He died while on duty. Gram Sabs always talks about him. He was her hero. You should see how her eyes shine when she’s talking about him. [distant look in his eyes] She almost looks young, and so, so happy. [smiles] I want to mean that much to someone, someday. So much that her eyes will shine when she’s talking about me, because she knows I will never fail her, that I will be there for her—always. [snaps out of it, shrugs and smiles almost sheepishly] That’s why I want to be an Auror.
Skarletta: That’s called love, Frank. What makes you think you will have it as an Auror? One would think you associate that with blood and dark magic.
Frank: [rolls eyes] You don’t get it, do you? It’s not only about that. There’s so much I could be doing for the world, and I think it’s time I start doing it. If not now, when? And if there’s something I can do to make something like the Hogsmeade attack not happen again…well, I’ll be there. If you can’t understand that, Skar, then I don’t know why we’re talking.
Skarletta: [holds hands up] Down, boy. I’m just trying to really get a good grasp on you. You’re contradictive, and not at all what I first expected when I considered you, to be honest.
Frank: Fine, then. Let’s gloss over that and move on to something else. Being an Auror is part of my future, not my past.
Skarletta: What could we talk about then?
Frank: Your call.
Skarletta: [grins smugly] Oh, you shouldn’t have said that, you poor boy. I’ll eat you alive if you give me the chance.
Frank: [raises eyebrow] What makes you think Iwill?
Skarletta: [laughs] You’re in a good mood. How about we start with the heavy stuff now?
Frank: Do your worst. [grins]
Skarletta: So, let’s talk about Alice Log—
Frank: How about we don’t?
Skarletta: Aw, come on, Frankie boy.
Frank: I’m willing to talk about my embarrassments as a child, or how I was dumped like, three times by previous girlfriends simply because they claimed I had a serious case of ‘wandering eyes’, or some other idiocy, but I refuse to talk about Al. Can’t touch that.
Skarletta: [pouts] That’s lame. It’s the one juicy part of your history!
Frank: Of course not. There’s a lot of other stuff we can talk about without even getting close to Mairwen Logan.
Skarletta: [tilts head] You’re so weird. I mean, you’re willing to talk about everything except the one thing I’m really interested in!
Frank: It’s called private life, Skar.
Skarletta: But I really want to know! [stomps foot] You two have been friends for the majority of her Hogwarts stay, and everything seemed so perfect until you had to go ahead and ruin it by pulling back when she was about to kiss—
Frank: [stands up abruptly and picks up his trench coat from the back of the chair he was sitting on] We’re done.
Skarletta: Hey now! You said we could talk about whatever. I’m taking you up on your word. What are you gonna do? Run away? You can’t do that! You’re supposed to be a Gryffindor. Besides, you can’t deny Alice is a very important part of your life, and we’re talking about your history.
Frank: [smiles tightly] Ex-Gryffindor. And watch me. [exits the room]
Skarletta: You can’t run away from me, Frankfurt! You know you can’t! [grumbles when she receives no answer] F*ck you too, you prissy, little asshole.
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