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p▫g▪b ([info]__frankish) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2010-10-24 21:46:00


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Entry tags:frank longbottom, james potter

Balancing a child in one arm and a pie in the other was no easy task--- Alice had mastered it wonderfully, and for that Frank felt guiltily jealous. Plus, to add to that chaos, Frank was very certain James had no idea of their arrival, meaning Frank would have to knock, despite having no free hands to do so. There was no room for dropping, here, either. Keeping that in mind, Frank stood, with Neville wiggling every few seconds, contemplating how to get around this issue.

It only took a few moments before Frank began to start kicking the door with his left foot. Though, he knew he shouldn't be acting this way, highly inappropriate. Their visit was no under such light pretenses, in fact it was anything but. Dumbledore had contacted him and Alice earlier this morning, leaving little speculation to certain--- things. If it were possible, everything had become even more serious concerning their two sons, and-- hence the pie. Personally, Frank didn't really feel it was necessary, but Alice had insisted, so here it was.

Upon hearing footsteps from the other side of the door, Frank stopped kicking and straightened himself up. "Frank Longbottom," he spoke in a much more serious tone. After dealing with all the different wards the Potters had in place, after a while it became easier to remember what was necessary to get through them. "And Neville Longbottom," he added in hastily a few seconds later. There hadn't been a lot of Neville traveling outside of the house lately. But this was a special circumstance.



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[info]misterprongs
2010-10-26 01:31 am UTC (link)
Packing up the house didn't take long, it never did, anymore. James and Lily had become quite accustomed to living out of boxes, never actually unpacking anything but the contents of Harry's nursery. They knew their son needed some sort of constant in his life, so no matter where they moved, his nursery was always painted the same, with the same paintings and toys, his dresser was always right next to the closet---Harry had his own little world in that nursery. It was his safe haven.

Right now, though, the boy was finding more interest in the bubble wrap of their latest moving boxes (some things that had been collected in their short time in the house in Wales). Harry stomped on the strips of bubble wrap letting out shrill shrieks of glee as James passed to answer the door. There were numerous wards that had to be done to get it open and to be allowed through them in the first place, so he felt confident that it was indeed Frank and Neville Longbottom standing outside the door.

James held the sneakoscope up, his extra bit of precaution that hailed back to his days at Hogwarts, and when it didn't squeal in concern, he opened the door and greeted Frank and Neville.

"I hope Alice made that pie," James said, pushing the door open a bit further to let the two in, "I remember your last disastrous attempts." He tweaked Neville's nose quickly with a grin.

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[info]__frankish
2010-11-01 12:02 am UTC (link)
After a glance over his shoulder, Frank squeezed himself and Neville through the front door quickly. While wards did put themselves to good use, there was no reason to stand lightly out in an open area unguarded for too long. The factor that he had a child with a potential target over his head in his arms did not help, nor did the fact that the Potters were in the same situation. Voldemort would probably be shitting himself if he knew about this.

But none of that now. Feeling much more secure, Frank laxed to produce a smile. Putting the pie in James' empty hands, Frank held Neville with much more ease. "Of course she did," Frank spoke, shaking his head lightly. "You think she would let me out of the house in route to another with a horribly tasting food parcel? The horror!"

Frank laughed, though he could not keep it going for too long. Laughing had long ago become almost like a luxury. Too many things were happening out of hand, it had become harder and harder to legitimately find humor anymore.

Wow, that sounded really morbid. And a lot like what Moody would say. Frank shook his head and blinked quickly.

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