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.Basics.NAME; Frank Anthony Longbottom.
ALLOWED/BANNED NICKNAMES; Frank would like to point out to everyone that his real name is
Frank. Not
Franklin or
Francis or any variations thereof. Frank's glad his name is short and to the point, like him. Call him Frankie or Tony and you're really pushing it. The only one allowed to give him nicknames is Alice, and she has every right to.
AGE/BIRTHDATE; November 1st, 1959. Seventeen years of age.
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN; Scorpio.
HOROSCOPE; Expect stamina, incredible courage, intense and stormy emotions, burning idealism, and indomitable will. Gryffindor Scorpios are never drawn in shades of pastel; they are always blood red and mesmerizing gold. There are few followers born under these aspects; Scorpios born into this house tend to be either leaders or loners. They are well placed on the Quidditch field, where their natural competitive streak and their great store of personal energy make them natural Beaters (or, really, naturals at any position on the field). Expect them to get into frequent duels, and expect them to gravitate naturally to DADA, for all Scorpios are fascinated by anything dark and forbidden, and Gryffindor Scorpios will want to take their place as defenders as early in their careers as possible. Expect passion. Expect wisdom. But don't expect a lot of time to take a breather. Many people born under this aspect also end up as Aurors; they're the perfect "bad cops" to the "good cop" Libra wizards.HOUSE/YEAR; Gryffindor, 7th.
WAND; Dark Chestnut wood, with a Hippogriff talon core. Best for Transfiguration. Limited flexibility.
RESIDENCE; The Longbottom Estate, if you can truly call it that, is located in Bedford, just a couple kilometers from Little Staughton Rd. While it's not ridiculously large in size, the fields and general area around have a certain charm to them. Their home itself is a two story impressive number, although it could do with a few repairs. Frank was notorious for simply climbing out his bedroom window and on to the roof when he was younger, and don't tell anyone, but he still practices it whenever he's home for an extended period of time. What's life without some adventure? Really.
BLOODLINE; Pureblood. The Longbottom family is one of the better-known pureblood families, although not for their blood status but rather their social status. They maintain a good name in the magical community and Frank's mother takes great pride in this.
.Appearance.Whenever a new addition to any family comes, most family members are quick to claim that the child's features look exactly like theirs. Frank isn't an exception to this, his mother, Augusta, quickly said that his bright blue eyes were the spitting image of hers, and Benjamin ruffled his newborn son's small poof of reddish brown hair and was certain that that was his contribution to their child. Frank's great Aunt Tilly even claimed his outie bellybutton, something he still blushes about to this day. The new addition to the Longbottom family was a welcome one, and Frank continued to grow into his own skin.
There's no denying that he looks drastically different from when he was a child, but if you were to look, really look, at his baby pictures you could still notice that it was Frank. It was Frank who was trying to poke his uncle's eyes out while making a daring escape in that one embarrassing photo from his childhood. Frank stands at 184 cm, but if you were to ask him he'd readily say 188cm. He still has the same hair and eye colour, and an ever constant mischievous smile lined on his face. He's often been asked why he keeps such a cheerful demeanour and he just does as his father would in the situation; shrugs and gives the person questioning him another smile, because that's one thing they can't take away from him. Smiling's good for the soul, dad always insisted on this.
Frank's comfortably been on the quidditch team since 4th year, but please please
please don't ask him about him being denied his place on the team 3rd year if you don't want to hear an earful. Because he's been much more quidditch oriented than other students he's been keeping an eye on his physique for a while. Not in the incredibly vain way, but in the
It'd be much easier to knock that Slytherin goon off his broom if I had a bit more muscle mass sort of way. He's muscular in a lean way, and keeps an athletic body. Because, even if he's not going to be a professional quidditch player or has no desire to do so, he'd rather be physically fit than just another kid lazing around in the common room. Frank constantly wants to do something, and exercising gives him something to calm his mind down.
It's sort of mildly hilarious when someone considers Frank's dress style. He's self conscious enough to make sure that his clothes are clean, for the most part, and that his hair doesn't look as though he just rolled out of bed, but then he has his moments where he makes the greatest fashion mistakes known to wizard kind. Like most other students he wears his school robes, which are a bit more worn that some other student's. This isn't due to the fact that he isn't able to buy new ones, but he doesn't see the need to. His mother constantly chides him about buying new school and dress robes whenever Frank comes home from school, but he'll just throw his head back and laugh. What's the point! They'll get used also, he's in potions and DADA and Transfiguration, if you walk out of those classes with your robes in mint condition you're doing something wrong. When he's able to dress the way he'd want to, Frank normally enjoys wearing comfortable clothing than anything else. It can look halfway decent, of course, he's not totally against looking nice, he's too vain for that—but! Comfort is key. What's the point of wearing it if you're not going to feel comfortable in it? One of Frank's favourite pieces of clothing is an old blue sweatshirt that his mother
loathes with a passion. Frank constantly has to protect his dear sweatshirt from total annihilation when Augusta's around.
.Personal History.If you were to ask his mother, Frank Anthony came at the worst possible time of the year. The Longbottoms are notorious for having Halloween parties, nothing amazingly big but something to celebrate with family and have a wicked cool time. Augusta was
just serving the food for her guests, yes she served it herself because using houselves never solved anything for the Longbottoms, and then she let out an impressive swearword, which she still will not tell Frank to this day. Long story short, Frank crashed her party that she had spent ages on planning, which was simply not acceptable. If it were any other thing that ruined her gathering Augusta would've spited them with every fibre of her being but the second that Frank was put into her arms she forgot whatever emotion she was feeling and a smile lined her face. Pride took over, and from then on Augusta would tease her son about Halloween and his actual birth date of November the first. Benjamin will just roll his eyes at his wife helps himself to another pumpkin pasty and gives Frank a hug. They're an odd family, albeit, but a happy one.
Frank's childhood was exciting, to say the least. While other students recall dreadfully happy or dreadfully sad childhoods Frank can't really label his. He was always a curious one, wanting to get out of the house with his father and go on adventures, whether it was just to buy fresh potion ingredients or learning how to ride a broomstick. If you were to ask him, staying on the move was always a thousand times better than being stuck in the house and listening to his mother and her friends. He truly enjoyed when he was able to spend time with his father, and would hate when Benjamin would have to actually work. This wasn't often, though, due to the fact that Mr Longbottom was an upper level employee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Frank tried to ignore whenever his father would disappear for days at a time, because he could never truly be upset at him. Frank would keep himself occupied by bothering his cousins about Hogwarts and what they learned there.
Whenever the thought of Hogwarts would come up Frank would become a bit quieter than usual, although the smirk on his lips would never disappear. To him Hogwarts was where he could finally prove himself and even though he would never be what people label as conventionally smart he wanted to learn how to do magic. Although he couldn't help feel a little anxious about sorting—his mother and father were both Gryffindors and although they wouldn't vocally say that they wanted their son to carry on in their house, Frank felt as though it was something that needed to be done. What if he wasn't brave enough? What if he wasn't enough, period? The thought of any other house suiting him would make him crinkle his nose. Frank would always like to think that he was born to be a Gryffindor and born to be blindly courageous and deal with the consequences of that.
That night that the sorting hat was dropped on Frank's too small head, two things occurred simultaneously. One, he looked at the Gryffindor table, just before he saw nothing but the dusty fabric that was the sorting hat, and saw
her. She was sitting there looking at him, as was the rest of the great hall, of course, and he blushed slightly. If anyone were to ask Frank to this day he'd just say it was the excitement of being sorted that caused that pinkness to rush to his face, not Alice. Two, before even being properly placed upon his head the hat yelled
Gryffindor! as loud as could possibly be. Frank smiled from ear to ear and hopped off the stool, walking confidently to the Gryffindor table to meet his house mates and soon to be friends. To this day Frank has an incredible pride for his house, only to be rivalled by his love affair with quidditch and his family.
Frank did well at his classes and made friends quickly, he would always have trouble telling people how he kept his grades so high and would just shrug and say that it just came to him. Not being one to study constantly or worry about school in particular, Frank was a natural student, and sometimes favoured by his teachers for that. He had his eye on the Quidditch pitch, though. In third year he had the horror of trying out for Quidditch, and although he was more than a decent flyer he'd gotten his leg stuck in the trick step the day before tryouts. Yes, he was a third year and he was still forgetting to jump that step. Insistent, Frank still flow his best despite a bruised knew and bum leg; it threw him completely off balance, in the wind, no less. He ended up in the hospital wing, without a place on the team. Completely unfair, in Frank's mind, and to this day he still hates brining up his failed attempt at making the team. That summer, Frank trained as hard as he possibly could, and made beater the next year. Ever since that moment, if he wasn't focusing on school or his social life, he'd be thinking about Quidditch. It wasn't a gigantic fascination but Frank enjoyed the sport and then some.
We're forgetting something, aren't we? The pains and aches of growing up and no, Frank wasn't an exception. He'd be first to say something about a girl or to march up to them and ask them to Hogsmeade or use lame pickup lines on them. At first, it was more of a joke than anything, to see if anyone said yes. But then it grew to Frank actually asking girls out, and getting slapped or laughed at or even getting dates in the process. By no means was he a ladies man, even though some times he did go out with girls—always Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs, Slytherins were just horrid at times and Ravenclaws never knew when to let their hair down or were insane when they did. Despite this, Frank had always had his eyes set on one girl in particular, his classmate, Alice Fenton. She was a special case; Frank would talk to her as he would any classmate or friend, but never ask her for more than that. It had to be just right. He wasn't nervous, of course not, he was just waiting for the right time to... ask her on a date? Ask her to be his girlfriend? Frank was completely and utterly clueless to anything when it came to Alice.
It was after Gryffindor had won an incredibly difficult match near the end of 5th year that he just bit the bullet and kissed her. She'd gone down with the rest of Gryffindor on the pitch to congratulate the team, her hair was windswept and she looked slightly out of breath. Frank shoved someone away who was attempting to hold him up so he could ride on the crowd like the rest of the team and walked straight over to Alice and simply said 'hi' before leaning forward and kissing her. She slapped him without a thought but Frank was still smiling days after this happened. He asked her to go to Hogsmeade with him and she grudgingly said yes. They'd been dating ever since.
Well, that's sort of not completely true. Augusta, Frank's mother, particularly loathed Alice for some reason. Frank and Alice had dated most of 6th year, with a few rough patches in between of course, but both of them never could've predicted that they'd break up randomly that summer. Augusta had somehow instilled the idea in Frank's head that Alice just wanted to have children and be a house mom, that Frank would be trapped with her forever if he wasn't careful, and that once they kept dating after the year mark it was all downhill. Normally Frank would just shrug this off, his mother would always say the oddest things, but for some reason he'd actually listened to his mother. He freaked out, but that's a bit of an understatement. He wouldn't return Alice's owls and would always be busy whenever Alice wanted him to go over to her house or vice versa. Eventually Augusta told Alice that her son no longer wanted to see her, and that's when Frank realised how ridiculous the whole situation was. They were just dating, right? No need to worry about babies or other such things. They were dating. Were. Once Frank realised his mistake it was too late, Alice wouldn't listen to him and Frank was heartbroken and wanted to kick himself for being so dense.
Even as the beginning of 7th year rolls around, Frank's still trying to get Alice to speak to him. He'd got a lot of questions as to why his 'steady' girlfriend now pretended as though he didn't exist. Frank just shakes his head and mumbles something about being a complete idiot. Looking forward to Quidditch and class work to keep busy is as tragically dull as his life has become, and Frank still tries to keep a smile on his face. He's a positive fellow, that Longbottom boy. Alice will forgive him, Gryffindor will beat everyone at Quidditch, all his NEWTs will be passes, and all shall be as it should be.
.Personality.If there's one thing Frank Longbottom isn't, it's an open book. At first glance someone might peg him as the stereotypical pigheaded Gryffindor—too quick to rush into things and too opinionated and loud. While Frank is far too confident for his own good and known for arguing over pointless things, he isn't the stereotype that people feel fit to label him. Because stereotypes are stereotypes and most of the time they're never really true to the person they're trying to label.
Frank has a bad perception of himself, although he'd like to think that things come more naturally to him than most. Frank bites his nails during History of Magic and detests the habit more than most people do. He's a good actor, though. Confident to the masses, Frank almost always wears a mask. He'll act pompous and almost insufferable when it comes to describing himself because he believes that if he can say positive things about himself around others he'll have no trouble telling himself later. He's passionate when it comes to speaking his mind because so often people have problems with their own thoughts and really there's no point in worry about what people have to say about your opinion because at a young age Frank was taught that opinions can't be wrong. Most people need to speak up more and, if you were to ask them about Frank, they'd wonder when he'd shut up with the ranting and raving.
If there's a way to rub a person the wrong way Frank can find it easily, people's little annoyances. He finds it slightly humorous when he does and when they get on their last nerves. Although he makes sure that he doesn't manipulate people, because he doesn't like being manipulated himself. And when it comes to his sense of humour it leaves something to be desired. He'll laugh at the oddest moments and sometimes he laughs for no reason at all. Dark humour has more of an appeal to him than most.
Yet Frank is likeable. He'll be nice to people in other houses and in no way will he only be friends with other Gryffindors. If he sees something that he can have a conversation with someone about he'll have it. He prides himself in being approachable and always makes sure that he makes others feel comfortable around him. If someone needs to talk seriously or just casually he'll be there for them. And as far as friendships go he'll be loyal to his friends, enough to comfortably say he'll hex someone for them—all in good fun, of course.
Another 'puffie trait he has is being hard-working, although he complains when it's called for. When Quidditch season rolls around he'll devote his all towards it, almost becoming too focused on it and unintentionally ignoring other things in his life. Frank has a problem when it comes to concentrating on things; he's never been a multitasker. When he starts to lose focus on something important he'll often ask others to remind him to take care of it, whether it be school work or friendships or eating.
One of the best and worst things about Frank is that he cares
so much. He's easily do anything for his family or friends, and especially Alice. He'll try to do whatever they need of him to the best of his abilities and then some. Frank has a sort of
save the world syndrome, and sometimes that makes whatever his needs are come dead last in order of urgency. But there's a second year who's lost their cat! Forget all about the fact that you pulled an all nighter last night trying to finish a potions assignment and that this is your only chance for a quick nap, the cat needs to be rescued! He focuses on other people's problems instead of his own, and that, of course, can lead to problems. It's that sort of selflessness that's aggravating to even himself at times but he can't really see being any other way. If you're not out there to help someone or do something with your life, what good are you? He holds the belief that once you become more self focused that's when everything starts heading downhill, and fuck it's a slippery slope.
Overall he's just himself and he really won't apologize for being that way.
.Family/Relationships.BENJAMIN LONGBOTTOM [48];
Gryffindor. One of the
best men you'll ever know. No, really. Benjamin's always the one in public, repairing the damage and hurt feelings that Augsta might make. He's kind as well as considerate, and is well loved and respected by his family and friends. People always ask why he and Agusta got married in the first place, seeing as they're polar opposites at times, but he just shakes his head and smiles. He brings out the best in her. Benjamin's always there to give Frank advice, whether it be for girls or life or otherwise.
AUGUSTA LONGBOTTOM [46];
Gryffindor. There's something incredibly intimidating about Augusta. One can't be too sure if it's simply the witch herself or if it's how she acts that makes people simultaneously be in fear and awe of her. His mother's a character, and Frank won't lie about that. Despite the fact that she's hard to get along with if you're a regular person, she's quite proud of her only son, and Frank's glad to give her something to be proud of.
UNCLE ALGIE [43];
Gryffindor. Oh dear, sweet uncle Algie. Frank's sure that he means well, but he simply cannot stand his uncle. One of the things that would constantly get on his nerves about his elder was that Algie was always so certain of what he thought was right for Frank. This lead to various arguments, although if you were to ask Algie, he'd say that they were as fit as a fresh brewed potion. Even though both of them have had disagreements Algie adores Frank's
tenacity, as he puts it.
ALICE FENTON [17];
Gryffindor. Ho. Ho. Hold on, now. Just give him a minute to think before the question. What is Alice to Frank? Love's such an easy word to throw around.
"You got me some chocolate frogs? I love you!" But this is more than that, and it's probably even more than he'd readily admit. If only Alice was talking to him again. Please excuse his sulking--Frank's sure she'll realise that they're meant for each other eventually.
MARS [10 in dog years!]; House pet extrodinare.
Bwahahaha. Mars was never supposed to exist. Frank's mother detests most animals, but little did she know that her son would make excellent OWL scores, and...who can say no to someone that just aced their tests? One puppy dog stare later and Frank had Mars, whom he adores dearly. One of the best parts of the summer was just going at it alone, hiking in the wilderness that surrounded their property with Mars and just roughing it. There's nothing like a boy and his dog, really. If he could've snuck Mars into Hogwarts he would've, but alas! No more trouble making on his end. Or at least he'll
try.
.Academia.CHARMS; When Flitwick's class is concerned, Frank has to work harder than most people. In his other subjects he feels like they come naturally to him but Charms has always been the odd-one-out, despite his enjoyment of the class.
TRANSFIGURATION; If it wasn't for the essays this class would be Frank's favourite. The practical work has always been enjoyable and there's often a light bulb moment when he's able to do what he sets out to do when it comes to spell work.
DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS; The best and worst thing about this class, is that Frank can't get enough of it. Even though he normally hates writing essays or doing anything that isn't practical, this class is the exception. Whenever anything comes up in DADA, Frank's aware and attentive. He may be a bit fascinated by the Dark Arts but he'd never really have the heart to do any of it. What he's set his sights on is being an Auror, and he hopes that he makes the grade to do so because he feels as though he's found his calling.
POTIONS; While he's not the absolute best student at Potions the class isn't his least favourite or dreaded to Frank. He enjoys learning about the effects and brewing potions during class but writing leaves leaves something to be desired.
HERBOLOGY; Alice was always the one that was better at Herbology than him. He's decent enough at it and even if he doesn't
need a NEWT in the course for his career goals, he could very well be trapped with one of the particularly nasty specimens of plant one day and that knowledge could be dusted off and put to use.
ASTRONOMY; Although he really doesn't belive he'd ever need this class when he's done with Hogwarts, Frank's gotten used to taking it and can't stand not going out afterhours to go stargazing. It's a fun class, to him at least, especially when he's not swamped with star charts.
.RP Example.It was sort of ridiculous that she wasn’t talking to him, but if he was being completely fair it was ridiculous what they were fighting over in the first place. Really, he should’ve known better than to actually listen to his mother for once, and consequently freak out when she went on about him and Alice being married and having children. Children. Diapers. Ugh. It was wrong to hold Alice accountable for the thought when they were just dating. Well, they were dating, before Frank had to go and make a fool of himself in a splendid manner and then not talk to Alice all summer long.
So here he was, tapping his fingers against the table and trying to look past Pettigrew’s oddly shaped head without gaining much attention from anyone, anyone except her. “Psst! Alice!” He leaned forward so he was able to see her clearly; she was sitting a few seats away from him. Frank looked around to make sure that Slughorn was no where in sight before trying again, “Oi! Alice!” He gave another Gryffindor a rude face as they tried to pacify them. She wasn’t talking to him in between classes, during classes, in the commons or anywhere else that he could think of.
Surely she had to talk to him sometime? And really, being with her was all Frank knew. It wasn’t as though he just wanted someone to be with, that thought was absurd, he wanted to be with her. He missed just talking to her and hell, even snogging her, and it’d been a bloody long time since they’d talked, let alone were dating. He narrowed his eyebrows and sat back down as he began to search through his book bag for a piece of parchment. He could have any girl, really. Really really really. In fact he’d heard that that 6th year, Robbards, had an insufferable crush on him. And he couldn’t blame the poor soul, of course. He’d just let her down gently once he and Alice were back together, because, they had to get back together.
Frank shook his head and stuck his tongue out as he wrote a small note on the parchment before crumpling it up and leaned forward again, aiming to throw it at Alice. She’d notice him. She had to notice him. Oh Merlin, what if she never spoke to him again? He waited a few seconds and then lifted his arm, only to feel someone’s hand clasp around his wrist. Frank let out a groan as the classmates that were sitting around his snickered. Looking up, he unscrunched his face only to see Slughorn of all people holding his wrist. He let go of the wad of parchment and Slughorn quickly caught it and gave Frank a warning look before shaking his head and opening it.
Fuck. If there was anything in the world that Frank wanted, it was for him to stop reading Alice’s note and for the love of Merlin not read it out in front of everyone. Slughorn shook his head and opened his mouth as though to chide Frank, but Frank interrupted him quickly by waving his hand and looking solemn. “Sir, I am incredibly sorry for my misbehavior, it’s very unsuiting and I do hope you can forgive me.” More snickering. Frank nodded over at Alice and gave Slughorn a pleading look, before the professor walked away with a small smirk on his face as well as the parchment in his hands.
Frank let out a small sigh and a triumphant smile as he turned around and tried to catch Alice’s eye, undeterred, “Alice!”
