Frankie Longbottom (frankielongjr) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-06-11 15:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !ageplot, susan bones, x-frankie longbottom |
Come a Warm Rain
Who: Frankie & OPEN (Hannah, little Justin, Susan, anyone walking past) (Justin, Frankie promises to be nicer lol)
Where: Front garden of the Longbottom/Bones house
When: Wednesday
What: Frankie has a plan to protect what's left of his family
Frankie had sat brooding in his room with the door locked for some time, fiddling alternately with his guitar and the tug-rope he was making for Gandalf (the old one had been torn to bits during an overenthusiastic bout of tug of war). He was sulking and he knew it, but in his mind he was well within his rights to do so. Two of his honorary uncles now, people he looked up to when his dad wasn't around, had been magically turned into children. Frankie knew he shouldn't blame Justin, but he couldn't help it. They were supposed to be friends, and what did he do the second he got turned into a whiny six year old? Go crying to Frankie's mum, that's what. Frankie had gotten used to having his mum to himself of late. Chris or AJ would have been different, of course but that was beside the point, wasn't it? He knew it was pathetic and childish and he was supposed to be an adult now and everything, but the way the brat went on about being 'good' and 'polite' made him want to strangle him.
It wasn't really about that of course. Well, it was, but it was mostly about Ava. It was difficult to admit even to himself, but he really liked her and now she would probably pull an arrow on him before she let him kiss her. It was maddening. Was everyone he knew going to get sent home or de-aged or re-aged, or whatever? What if happened to his mum? Frankie shuddered to think how on earth he would handle it if his mum was suddenly Justin's age. Susan would probably help, of course, but what if it happened to her as well? What if he ended up with THREE six year olds in the house?
He lay there fretting about it, wondering what his dad would do in this situation, until he realised that he knew what his dad would do. It was simple really.
He had to nick a few things from the public gardens, but no one saw him, and anyway he didn't think anyone would really mind. He had to quick-dry some angelica root, since no one seemed to be in at the Apothecary, and drying stuff with magic was really cheating, but it couldn't be helped. "Sorry dad," Frankie muttered as he finished off the charm and blew carefully on the result. "It's an emergency." He found some old pots lying around and lugged everything around to the front garden, where he proceeded to really get his hands dirty.
He packed in dirt and crumbled some of the root onto the bottom layer before adding another, adding some carefully selected stones in strategic places, packed in more dirt and then started re-planting the cuttings he'd found in a very specific order, stopping every so often to mutter a charm and wave his wand over each pot in turn. By the time he was half way done he was up to his elbows in dirt and completely absorbed in what he was doing.
Frankie was not quite as obsessive a gardener as his dad (where Neville could quite happily potter around with plants from dawn til dusk, Frankie felt the need to observe the occasional break for food and sleep and human interaction) but it had the same peaceful effect on him, and now where anger and frustration had been there was only a calm, focused determination.