Who: Frank and Alice Longbottom What: Plotting to take over the world, as usual. Plus Frank has some things to share with his wife about Neville. When: Friday night Where: Carrow home near Manchester. Warnings: Don't know yet.
Frank was in Amycus' office at the castle, there were exactly five minutes before the polyjuice potion wore off, and he needed to get home. Or, well, the Carrow's home. There was no time to waste, and he couldn't take the chance that he someone would come and interrupt him. According to the paintings, he and Alice had tortured two servants, those things were so useful with gossip, not that he remembered doing so. Collecting any papers that he needed from the Dark Arts professor's office, he very quickly floo-ed back to the house. Once he was there, he closed it just in time, he could feel his hair getting shorter and his shoulders getting broader.
"Alice," he called out as he put down a leather brief case on the sofa near the fireplace. This house wasn't his ideal place to live, but it served it's purpose. There was even a nice holding place for the siblings. The only thing that he really hadn't quite gotten used to were the shrunken heads on the wall that seemed to be a collection. "What's for dinner?"
It was a joke, but he couldn't help it. It had been a long time since they had had a normal life like this. Even if the circumstances weren't perfect, he had to cherish these somewhat normal times.