Frankie Markham (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _markham) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} 20somethings, |
Christmas chez Weasley had been more than a little overwhelming to Frankie, but they definitely couldn't deny they had been given a warm welcome. And been distinctly had their arm twisted into eating far too much food. They had taken to the garden in an attempt to walk off a little of the overstuffed feeling and escape from some of the closest crush of bodies. The garden hadn't been exactly empty of people, but Frankie had found a quiet enough corner to wander in. Unfortunately it was also a quiet enough corner that apparently several gnomes, who had stuck back after the de-gnoming they had been assured had happened, had been bold enough to come out and trip them over. They were thus rather huffy and had scuffed knees to their black trousers by the time they snuck back in and found an open spot on the floor near the fireplace.
They pulled out their wand and started doing some localised cleaning charms. "Gnomes are a menace," they said to Dominique in explanation of their slightly muddy waistcoat they'd wiped their hands on at one point. At least their shirt had been spared because they'd slung their cloak on for warmth before heading out. Trying to cast off-handed to clean the opposite palm was definitely giving them some issues. "Would you mind? Not sure I can move again now I'm down here," they said, holding out a mucky palm they hadn't wanted to invade the kitchen in order to properly clean. At least neither of their pins appeared to have been ruined.
