#threads;; frank

[nambawan-zonvip]

bringin this back but here cause previously barely anyone sees it on twitter

happy pride

[killishin]

the pitt is the only thing holding my sanity together right now.

[fcrox]

Robberies, what a boring thing. Still, she smiled as she nodded. “I’m more than happy to help, if that is what you wish to have help with.” The blonde glanced back down the alley toward the man. “Perhaps you can add that one to the list?” The wizard in question most certainly was robbing people, even if not in the conventional sense of a robber in ways that the auror in front of her was talking about.

“It wouldn’t be a loss for Diagon Alley, I’m sure. They’d manage just fine.” A hum as Estelle turned back to face Frank. “Don’t mind the jokes. I was stuck forever, and he is awful. I’ll help with the pamphlets. What languages do you need them translated into exactly?” - @franklongbottom-fm

Frank stole a glance behind them to make sure the man hadn't tried to follow them. He was still staring after them looking slightly bereft. But other people were trying to draw the man into conversation which Frank took as a good sign.

"I've got a string of robberies I'm looking into along Diagon Alley, it might be helpful to have some translated pamphlets I can pass around. Does that sound reasonable? I'm sure I could find something else if it would take up too much of your time."

[mariocki]

Mary Tamm plays model Jenny Hart, whose husband is the subject of an investigation, in Public Eye: How About It, Frank? (7.3, Thames, 1975)

[charmac]

Never given a straight answer, taking matters into his own hands.

[fcrox]

The reality of his words wasn't lost on her. Truth that was held within his words very much reflected whatever had been going through her own mind for a while. Papers vanishing, items seemingly disenchanted, curses removed, properties altered; it was maddening. Somehow these forces they were fighting against so desperately had managed to settle in right under their noses. And whether or not she wanted to admit it, Hestia didn't have a clue as to who those people may have been. "I hate this." There wasn't a need to elaborate further. Feeling helpless wasn't something she cared to ever get used to.

The topic was easily pushed aside, for now. Other matters, that could in fact be solved, would have to take priority; even if only for a moment. "Honestly? It wasn't something I ever expected. Never saw an arranged marriage in my future. In fact, I'm pretty sure I was headed for the lone cat lady." Not that she honestly would have wanted the outcome, cat appreciator or not. "I just wish I knew a bit more about the guy I'm meant to marry." A sigh. "What does he like? Or dislike? There has to be something! Is there anything I should know?" Curiosity was surging through her. - @lbfrank

Getting their jobs well done was growing ever more difficult with the passing days, it seemed the war outside the Ministry walls had managed to slip right through the cracks and nothing made sense anymore. Where they should be solving cases, getting the bad guys behind the bars at Azkaban, they were struggling to keep up with the stunts pulled by those playing against them within their very own Department. "I don't think you'll find them." Frank admitted with a sigh, knowing it was the most likely option even if it wasn't fun to acknowledge. "We just got to keep our heads up, try to get the job done anyways." He added, some words of encouragement in hopes that things could get better eventually.

The wizard raised his gaze, meeting hers as she asked about Edgar, gently nodding his head waiting for her to finish the question. He knew where it was going, a shrug of his shoulders as he tried to find the right words to say. "He's a good man, Hestia. Not entirely content about the idea of an arranged marriage, and I'm guessing neither are you, but out of all the wizards out there-- he'll be good to you, that's a fact. Anything you'd like to know in particular?"

[marvelgaynesstothemax]

Lol

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Starter for: Frank Longbottom @franklongbottom-fm Where: Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Accidents & Catastrophes When: after lunch

"Still stalking me, Longbottom? Well, what do you want?"

[frnkiebby]

these absolute babes~🎃

[hortusdea]

It was certainly a relief to hear that seemingly she hadn't made a mess of someone else's work by distracting them with her more than accidental humming. A habit did not make it something she noticed before the damage was done and in this case it seemed to be just fine. "I suppose that's a good thing." The witch chuckled as she put her own quill down to glance over at his sheet of parchment, yet finding barely any writing scribbled on it.

"Are you sure I didn't hold you back with my humming? There's barely anything written on it." Penelope scanned the parchment once again. "What's the issue? Don't tell me there aren't enough books within the Hogwarts library to help you along." Surely his writing wasn't that bad, then again one could still be surprised. - @frcnklinlongbottom

Frank bounced along to the humming. Two index fingers pointed upwards as they poorly moved to the beat. To him, even if he was trying to study, a little bit of life in the library could do everyone some good. If they were to only work with no play, all of them would have gone mad. Once Penelope apologized to him, Frank shook his head. "Naw, you're fine," he corrected. "Made this a little more fun than it normally would."

He looked down at his mostly blank sheet of paper with a sheepish grin on his lips. He shrugged his shoulders and swayed from side to side. "Technically," he replied. "Sometimes I wonder if I can even spell my name with how poorly I write."

[r-lestrcnge]

Starter for: Alecto Carrow, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom @alectocarrowx @alicealongbottom @franklongbottom-fm Where: Diagon Alley NYE Street Party When: after 22:00

Of all the people to encounter tonight, it had to be Frank Longbottom. Just his luck. Rabastan could feel his blood boiling as he stood with Alecto, maintaining a false expression of polite amicability as they chatted about when the babies were due. All the while, he was imagining the many ways that he could make Frank suffer. His fingers tightened around Alecto's waist, as much an involuntary reaction as to warn her to remain calm. They would have their revenge. But not here, with so many people to bear witness. All in good time. They had waited this long. A little longer wouldn't hurt.

"Twins normally arrive earlier," he told Frank. "We're looking forward to it, and I'll be relieved for Alecto not to endure the full nine months."

He could have crucioed the man there and then. How he'd survived his cursed parcel, he would never know. It was but a small consolation that his lackies had been making Frank's life intolerable. News of their antics had made him laugh, though he desired far more than petty pranks.

[the-spider-haven]

I’m not scared of the degenerates on Twitter

I’m scared of THIS.

LEAVR ME ALONE

[fcrox]

A visit from someone like Frank after the events of the past few weeks seemed right on point. Part of her had her suspicions, only to have them confirmed a mere sentence later. A sigh escaped her as she looked at her friend for a moment before shaking her head lightly. "I'm okay with how things are." At the very least she had to be.

Without another word she stood aside, letting the other in. "There isn't much to talk about when the choice's been made, is there?" And it served as nothing but a constant reminder. Beatrice appreciated the care, but at the same she felt as though those around her feared she would fall apart over a matter entirely out of her hands. No, there was no time for that. "With how the world works, I think I'll be busy soon enough either way. I won't sit by, idly and do nothing. And with him getting married to- With him getting married, he should focus on family. That's not me." That was all there was to say, in her eyes. - @lbfrank

When the door opened, Frank's first instinct was to give the witch a good look, see if he could tell how she was doing without needing to ask. However, he was not very good at catching the hints and felt like he should just go ahead and ask. "I came to see you, check on you." The wizard admitted with a shrug, offering a small smile and a nod at her question. "Yeah, that'd be good. I just wanted to ask if you're okay-- you know, with Edgar and his betrothal."

[pastafossa]

Next chapter going up shortly! We're getting some final scraps of fluff towards the end of this chapter before we really dive into both the Frank's Trial arc (which obviously includes the ninja shenanigans happening at the same time, though stuff will obviously play out a bit differently) and a more serious arc having to do with Jane's hunt for Derek and Anthony.

So enjoy this moment, this calmness, this fluff. Then buckle your seatbelts, please keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times, cause we are going on a RIDEEEEEEE

[interlockingpatches]

Nobody asked, but I guess I do have a favourite thread pairing. Also, see if you can guess when in the 1980s I was born.

[crash-likes-cookies]

So for anyone interested in the differences of earliest DnD, I found this thread and made it visually easy to access.

(all credit for this goes to Adam Dray, check the link for the entire post)