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Saturday, January 31st, 2004
6:32 pm
What do you do with a drunken sailor (Frank and Alice)
Frank Longbottom was very drunk. The last time he'd been drunk, it had also been over Molly. And he was drunk in his favorite spot under the rowan tree. He had stopped being cold when he was about halfway through the bottle. Of course, Cassie was off with the girls dancing in their favorite clearning, it was a Saturday night afterall, but Frank didn't mind being alone. Alone was nice. Alone and Alone and Alone. He sang loudly and lustily,
Where are the hands that wipe the tears, harroo, harroo,
Where are the hands that wipe the tears, harroo! harroo!
Where are the hands that wipe the tears and soothe the little children's fears,
Ånd my darlin', dear, ya look so queer,
Johnny, I hardly knew ya.


Current Mood: drunk

(89 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

Wednesday, January 28th, 2004
10:37 am
Three for tea (Narcissa, Frank, and Frank's wangst/silence)
Frank prepared the tea at the teacher's table. Nice neutral ground. He woke up refreshed and irritated. She had taken his tea. Didn't she ever respect boundries? Didn't she understand he was trying to protect her! He growled at the tea cups, wondering when his vocabulary had been reduced to inarticulate growls.

Current Mood: confused

(14 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

9:55 am

(3 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

Tuesday, January 27th, 2004
1:15 am
Stay awake, don't nod or dream
Frank sat in the common room, working on an essay for DADA class. He was wearing his new ear muffs set to block out all sound except the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. He sipped on his tea regularly.

(93 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

Monday, January 26th, 2004
5:03 pm
Let me take a long last look before we say goodbye (Molly and Frank: astronomy tower)
Frank headed to the astronomy tower immediately after sending his return owl, so he was there first. He sat down for a moment, then got up and paced for a few minutes, then sat down again, then got up and started pacing again. While he paced, he mumbled, "how do I fix this? Do I fix this? What do I want? What does she want?"

Current Mood: nervous

(18 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

5:03 pm
Silence is bliss.
Frank went to Hogsmede through the secret passage. In a magical oddities store, he'd remembered seeing something that he'd wanted. That he'd secretly thought was too expensive, but now seemed just about right. He ran his hands over the dark fur, and tried them on. "Silence." He said. And there was. The noice of the shop faded to nothing. The customers, the shopkeep, all still speaking, he could see that, but of what what they said, he could hear not a thing. He paid for ear muffs, and went to the post office. He could have used one of the school owls, but he was here, and somehow it seemed safer and right to use a foreign owl.
Owl to Alice StrongCollapse )

Current Mood: depressed

(1 twig |bark up the Rowan tree)

Wednesday, January 21st, 2004
5:03 pm

(6 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

1:40 pm
The storm before the calm (Frank and Arthur - possibly others)
It was after lunch, before afternoon classes and Frank Longbottom sat in the common room. He had finished the book his parents had sent him from home, and was thinking. Mostly he was thinking about Molly, and Alice, and Arthur and wondering how he'd gotten into this mess. He wondered if Arthur had arranged the broomstick thing for Molly. He couldn't imagine Lily would have left him out if she'd done it, but Arthur, Arthur. When it had gone so wrong between them. They'd never been close, but they'd been friends anyway. All for the love of a good woman. A woman Frank knew he didn't deserve, but that just irritated him more.
And then Arthur walked into the common room. Frank growled deep his in his throat and looked down at his books, pretending to be looking through them.

Current Mood: angry

(84 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

Monday, January 19th, 2004
2:50 pm
Owl to Amelia
Owl to AmeliaCollapse )

Current Mood: worried

(1 twig |bark up the Rowan tree)

Saturday, January 17th, 2004
6:51 pm
Frank and Alice and the girly body cream
Frank wasn't sure entirely what Alice had and would bring, so he brought all of tools he used when preparing herbal creams down to the common room. He wasn't sure where they would work. They could probably set up on a table in the commons, but maybe the should find an empty classroom where they could spread out and not irritate anyone with strong scents or using too much space. Normally he did his up in the room at his deck with the window open and when his roommates were out and about. He sat on the couch to wait for Alice.

Current Mood: creative

(62 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

6:47 pm
Owl to Alice Strong
Owl to AliceCollapse )

Current Mood: accomplished

(3 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

Tuesday, January 13th, 2004
2:49 pm

(3 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

2:49 pm
Genre: Magick fiction (in the Griffindor common room)
Frank sat on the couch in front of the fire reading the fourth book in the Trilogy of Stars series. Why there was a fourth book in a trilogy, he still hadn't figured out, but so far it was great. On previous books the characters had taken a flying a carpet to the moon after using a modified underwater breathing spell to travel through the space and now they were setting up a magical colony on the moon. Frank snuggled deeper into cushions of the couch, lost in the conflict of Damien, the hero, and his sidekicks Polly and Cly against the evil Martians, a magick hating race.

Current Mood: relaxed

(150 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

Tuesday, January 6th, 2004
9:21 pm

(39 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

2:49 pm
Forever Afternoon:Tuesday (locked to Alice)
Frank waited for Ali outside the door of Potions class. When she came out, he called to her. "Ali."

Current Mood: guilty

(22 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

9:24 am
Always in my dreams
guiltCollapse )
Frank woke up with a gasp. No amulet. No blood. No welts. Not that he didn't deserve them. He reached under the bed for a bottle of Scotch. He poured a large measure into a glass. His hands were shaking and he spilled a little. He drank it down quickly and was soon sleeping dreamlessly.

Current Mood: shocked

(bark up the Rowan tree)

Sunday, January 4th, 2004
3:35 am
Fullfilling a promise
Owl to BerthaCollapse )

Current Mood: hopeful

(5 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

Saturday, December 27th, 2003
2:19 am
Frank in the workshop (anonymous owl to Alice)
While his parents were sleeping, Frank went down to the workshop to make a small simple thimble. He used some of the gold his father had sent him and some small zirconia and garnet stones.
Anonymous Owl to Alice Strong with the thimble. No NoteCollapse )

Current Mood: compelled

(bark up the Rowan tree)

Wednesday, December 24th, 2003
8:51 pm

(5 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

Sunday, December 21st, 2003
7:04 pm
Frank in the library
Frank sat in the library with his astronomy homework in front of him. He was still tracking the course of the planets in the winter sky. He had given up working in the common room. Someday I will run out of places to hide he thought. and what then?

Current Mood: depressed

(73 twigs |bark up the Rowan tree)

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