WHO; Frank Longbottom, Alice Fenton, and anyone else around.
WHERE; The Great Hall, more specifically the Gryffindor table.
DATE; Lets say September 17th, 1977?
WHEN During study hall, mid morning.
STATUS; In Progress and soon to be completed!
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!”
