Camping - Frankie (open) Who: Frankie & OPEN (Rose? Merope? feel free to start separate rows) When: Saturday night Where: At the campfire
Frankie had been very hungry after all the walking and excitement and fun. He'd had a great couple of days so far. Camping was one of his favourite things. Ideally his 'uncle' Ken would have been there with him to build the fire and fool around and - probably - be amazed by the way they lit the fires and arranged the campsite by magic. But you couldn't have everything. It was enough to be apart from all the home drama, at least for a little while.
His skill on the guitar was hardly legendary, but he'd had plenty of time to practice recently. In fact it was probably better since he'd arrived in the village than it had ever been before. Amazing what you could achieve when you weren't planning ridiculous adventures with your fellow Gryffindors - or 'studying' for OWLs.
Once he had eaten his fill (which for Frankie was... a lot) he sat quite happily in a patch of moss he had grown specially (he thought of Minerva with a little pang), leaning against a tree, and played an easy tune, nothing in particular, just something he had been playing around with. There were no words for it yet. That was something Frankie was really not good at, words. Maybe he could get Albus to help him with them.