RP: Sisters, can't hex 'em Who: Minerva Longbottom, Frankie Longbottom, maybe Neville at some point Where: Longbottom House (Yorkshire) When: July 14, 2024 Rating/Warnings: Language, attempts at violence though in a self-defensive nature Summary: Minerva gets bored easily and Frankie's around for a couple days, this doesn't bode well... funny though! Status: Incomplete
Things at the Leaky were getting hectic for Frankie's mom, and even though he offered to help, it was his week to spend at Longbottom House with his sister and father. It's not as if he wanted to get out of it at all, he liked spending time at the estate, it was big and there was lots to do... and space to fly in. It's just he could tell his mom needed more help. He supposed it didn't help that he was still a gangly teenager who was a little clumsy and always underfoot but... at least he offered.
That afternoon, Frankie was lying about and being lazy, waiting for the cover of darkness and for his sister to go out to Merlin-knows-where in the evening so he could fly. He loved going into his great-grandfather's study, which his father had taken up residence in to do schoolwork when he was at home. One item in particular Frankie loved to just look at and play with - the Remembrall that Great-Gran Augusta had given Neville when he was a firstie.
So there he was, waiting out the afternoon and tossing the Remembrall up in the air as he lay down on the huge couch in the study. Up and down it went, in such a good rhythm that he didn't even notice when it didn't come down into his hands again.... then he heard the maniacal giggle.
Oh bloody fucking hell
"Minnie come on..." he said pleading as he sat up, knowing full well that this wasn't over by a long shot.