frank longbottom (torturedfrank) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-04-28 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | bridget dunstan, frank longbottom |
who: Frank Longbottom, Bridget Dunstan
what: Frankie's escaped from the hospital
where: wandering through the village. Currently in front of Smuggled.
when: Sunday, late morning
rating/warnings: low, despite some probable cussing. Frank just likes cussing now.
Things finally seemed to be settling for Frank. The list he and Ernie made together helped things a lot, and he no longer referred to anyone he knew to be dead as a zombie. He no longer woke in the morning thinking that Neville was still a baby. The nights were getting easier - he stopped taking Dreamless Sleep, and even though he still had nightmares, they were manageable. His pain, also, was starting to calm down. Frank still walked with a limp, but otherwise he looked physically fine. Mentally, though, was another matter entirely. Frank was healing, but his brain would never be the same.
Despite what everyone told him, Frank didn't think he needed to stay in the hospital. At least not all day, every day. So on this beautiful Sunday morning, Frank put his Auror training into play (he could remember every bit of that perfectly) and crept out of the hospital, quieter than a mouse. He didn't have his wand with him, but it didn't matter. Frank was having one of his "happy" days (though it wasn't exactly a good day, psychologically) and he felt like the world was his for the taking. Who could hurt him? No one. Who would want to hurt him? Not a soul. To him, on this day, the world and everyone in it was absolutely beautiful.
Once he was free of what he referred to as his prison, Frank took off at a run (which was really more like a lop-sided job) out into the village proper, smiling like a little boy on Christmas morning. He took in a deep breath... Even the air smelled beautiful to him! He let his eyes fall over every store front as if seeing them for the first time, only stopping when he saw Smuggled. He quickly made his way over to that shoppe, and pressed his face to the glass. Muggle things. "Beautiful, magnificent muggle things!" he said aloud. "Oh, I love Muggles! They're so brilliant and fascinating. All the things they create. Their movies. Quentin Tarantino and Tolkien. I'd like to have a beer with those two brilliant bitches!"