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Franklin Remus Longbottom II

"You're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece."

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a character in “The Cursed Children”, originally authored by Calenator, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{ Spoiled, selfish little child. Went out to play out in the wild. Found you shaking like a leaf. Underneath your family tree. }


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|| ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ||
Franklin Remus Longbottom II

|| ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs ||
Frank; used commonly, doesn't mind.
Francis; used commonly, might be his most preferred name.
Frankie: only accepts people close to him using it, depends on who's using it how he feels about it. Augusta called him that and he gets soft about it.

|| ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ ||
21st of July, 2006.

|| ᴀɢᴇ ||
15. | Fifteen.

|| ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ sɪɢɴ ||
Cancer.

|| ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ||
British.

|| ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ ||
Caucasian.

|| ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ||
Cisgender Male.

|| sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ||
Pansexual and panromantic. ( Slightly confused about this fact. )

|| sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ||
Human. | Wizard.

|| ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ||
Half-Blood.

|| ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs ||
Fifth Year.

|| ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ||
Hogwarts Student.


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{ You could never live out in the open. Regretting every word you've spoken. When you break it's too late for you to fall apart. And the blame that you claim is all your own fault }


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|| ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ||
Ravenclaw. The founder of Ravenclaw is Rowena Ravenclaw. The house colours are blue and bronze. The symbol is the eagle. The element is air. Some of the traits of Ravenclaw students are intelligence, wit, wisdom, creativity, originality, individuality and acceptance.
"Or yet, in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a steady mind, where those of wit and learning will always find their kind."

|| ᴡᴀɴᴅ ||
Frank's wand is thirteen and three quarter inches, made out of vine wood and a unicorn hair core.

|| ʙʀᴏᴏᴍ ||
His old broom broke near the end of his fourth year in a cruel joke that was pulled on him by some bullies, that broke his arm in the process. He has yet to receive a new one, but he's hoping to get one before the Quidditch season starts. Because just maybe he can be more than a bench-warmer this year.

|| ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇǫᴜɪᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ||
A Time Turner given to him by Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley during the summer break before his third year, to attend all the electives, similar to what Hermione did at his age. He also owns a computer, which he takes almost everywhere and a muggle's Rubik's Cube, the last thing his grandmother gave to him before she died.

|| ǫᴜɪᴅᴅɪᴛᴄʜ ||
Ravenclaw Reserve, Mega Fan and Certified Bench Warmer. He's always been an avid fan of the sport, but has never really fully caught the grasp of flying. But according to Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, with some training he could be pretty good.

|| ᴄʟᴜʙs ||
Member of the Art, Astronomy, Herbology, Muggle Books Book Club, Magical Creatures AND the Wizards Chess Clubs.
"---Time turner, remember?"

|| sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ||
Her mother was immensely proud to hear that McGonagall chose him for the Ravenclaw male prefect position.
"I don't really get what the Headmistress sees in me."

|| ᴘᴇᴛs ||
A Common Toad named Artie. Do NOT make fun of Artie.

|| ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴᴜs ||
Frank's patronus is a Rottweiler. This patronus represents companionship, loyalty and protection, and people with this patronus often have good intuition, keen senses and quick learning, intelligent minds. Those with dogs for their patronus are very loyal to those they care about, but can vary widely in personality, in extreme ways. Some are the silent type, speaking only to specific individuals and keeping within their comfort zone. They are hesitant in their situations and can seem to be stand-offish or intimidating to some. Others are quite bubbly, speaking to everyone and trying to be friendly and cordial. However when this demeanor is threatened they can become very blunt and harsh, showing aspects of the quieter dogs. The most common house for a dog patronus is Ravenclaw. The most common signs are Sagittarius and Gemini.

|| ʙᴏɢɢᴀʀᴛ ||
His sisters dead, but every single time he sees it, it's in a different way.
"I-I just, I don't like talking about it."

|| ᴏ.ᴡ.ʟ.'s ||
Has yet to take them, but is becoming more and more stressed the closer the day comes to take them. Even though, he's likely gonna pass, if not ace, every single one of them.


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{ And you've been crying out for forever. But forever's come and gone. You keep begging for forgiveness. But you don't think you've done wrong. You've been crying out for forever. Forever's come and gone. My bleeding hands, my shaking head }


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|| ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ||
6'1. | 185cm. May still be growing.
"I got a little taller over the summer break."

|| ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ||
140 lbs. | 63kg.

|| ʙᴏᴅʏ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ||
Tall and lanky. Ectomorph.

|| sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ||
Pale, but not to point where it's sickly looking.

|| ᴅɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴀʀᴋs ||
No piercings, tattoos or any other artificial things, but has a few scars from when he was a child and the assaults against him from other students. He also has an abundance of dark freckles and some moles that cover him from head to toe.

|| ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ||
Brown.

|| ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ||
Black.

|| ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ||
Franklin grew up like a bit his father. He was a small, scrawny kid, slightly cute, but that was about it. Then puberty hit and he got WAY more attractive. His growth spurts hit and he suddenly shot up to be a lot taller than most of his classmates, one of the only physical attributes he's actually proud of. He started actually beginning to gain a little bit of muscle, from trying to impress others, make up for his low self esteem. It was working, slowly, but it was working. Other than that, his dark brown orbs and messy black hair stayed the same as always. And the freckles that scattered around his body, head to toe, never faded away. His style has always been a bit, well, whatever. He never really wore anything that made him look classy, or expensive. He usually just tosses on a shirt, sometimes sporting a witty print on it, with maybe a hoodie, or a flannel and some tracksuit pants or maybe some jeans, if he's feeling 'exceptionally fashionable'. Anything that's comfortable really. Or that leaves an impression.


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{ As your love starts to surround you. All of their words are trying to drown you. And you break, it's too late for you to fall apart. And the blame that you claim is all your own fault }


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|| ʟɪᴋᴇs ||
Frank is a nerd at heart, one with the geeks, so it isn't surprising that he loves the stereotypical geeky things, like comic books, video games, and everything related. You can often find him, with a friend or two, reading a good book or doing things on his computer. And he's probably ruined one of your favourite movies from how much of a cinephile he is. He loves a good game of Chess, wizard or muggle version. He loves the winter season, particularly because he likes the cold. He is also addicted to coffee and chocolate.

|| ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ||
Frank has a deep seeded hate for ignorance, hypocrisy, and close-mindedness, as many people should. He despises homework, even though he can finish a lot of it relatively easily. And studying really bugs him, unless he's doing it with friends. He's never been a big fan of alcohol, although he hasn't really had much of it and some sodas really leave a bad taste in his mouth.

|| ғᴇᴀʀs ||
Franklin would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid of death, just the thought of leaving the world he had grown so attached to, and the people in it. And those people leaving him. It wasn't comforting. Maybe had just been a fear of the unknown, what would happen when he was gone? Beyond the grave? A dark abyss, where you feel nothing or a heavenly home, free to do whatever, it made him curious but anxious. He fears being abandoned, and lonely, having no one to be there for him and never finding anyone who could, which factors into his fear of losing his loved ones. He also has slight fears of needles or injections, heights and ventriloquist dummies.

|| sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs ||
Frank tries to keep from people that's he has only really seriously dated and kissed one girl, and she turned out to be gay anyway. And the fact that no one hasn't taken his virginity yet. And he would hate for anyone he didn't trust to find out about his crush on another student.

|| ǫᴜɪʀᴋs & ʜᴀʙɪᴛs ||
Frank has horrible sleeping habits, waking early in the morning and sleeping right after midnight isn't irregular. And his addiction to caffeine doesn't help this fact either. He often unintentionally rambles, especially when he's around new people. He can't seem to stop moving, constantly tapping, running his hands through his hair and shaking his legs. He has the horrid habit of biting his fingernails. And during class, he often tends to zone out or doodle in his books.

|| ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛs, sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs & sᴋɪʟʟs. ||
Franklin has always had a knack for Herbology, obviously inheriting it from his father. Neville had been teaching him about magical flora and fauna since he was a little child. He also has a similar strength for Magical Creatures, Astronomy, and surprisingly, unlike his dad, Potions and he usually does well in most of his other school subjects. He's a muggle tech wizard and is known as Hogwarts' resident tech support. He's rather observant and analytical, if he's interested in it, and has a fair amount of detective skills, he learnt some of this from his love of solving mysteries. He's also a skilled artist, in many fields. But, he would never give himself much credit.

|| ғʟᴀᴡs & ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ||
Frank has never gone to well with social situations, parties or big groups of people that he doesn't know makes him really anxious, shy and uncomfortable. He tends to overthink situations which doesn't help, and makes him pretty insecure and self conscious, he constantly puts himself down and underestimates his own abilities. He is sensitive about things, and yet internalizes all his emotions, being rather paranoid and tending to not trust easily. And he grows rather obsessive over some things, like if he thinks someone is keeping something from him, or there is a mystery yet to be solved.


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{ But you've been crying out for forever. But forever's come and gone. You keep begging for forgiveness. But you don't think you've done wrong. You've been crying out for forever. Forever's come and gone. My bleeding hands, my shaking head. }


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|| ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ||
Franklin could've been sorted into any Hogwarts house. Not a lot of people can see it, but it's true. He has the bravery, chivalry, courageousness and will of the Gryffindor. The determination, ambition, cunning and resourcefulness like Slytherins. The kindness, loyalty and detication of the Hufflepuff house. And he's remarkably intelligent, original, creative, witty and intuitive like the Ravenclaw. But, how he had all these traits made the Sorting Hat put him in to Ravenclaw. He was unique. And an individual.

Other than that, Frank is a introvert, quite reserved and tends to keep to himself or his small group of friends. Social situations make him a bit anxious, because of his self-consciousness and insecurity about himself and his constant paranoia and habit of overthinking, which sometimes makes it hard for him to trust people he has a bad feeling about. It's like they need to prove themselves to him. He's obviously quite the pessimist. But, while with his friends, he's witty, snarky, loyal and well, comfortable.

He's curious, analytical and observant. This makes him quite the strategic mind, and are pretty big contributions to his genius clever intellect. His mind is constantly working at creative and original ideas. He can also get rather passionate and determined about what he's interested in. Sometimes to the point where it's obsessive.

Despite this, he manages to inherit his father's clumsiness, but not exactly to the extreme that Neville had it in his younger years. Basically, he doesn't need a fucking remembrall.

Due to his obsessive compulsions, he wants to know as much as possible about everything. It's his thing, yet he can be quite secretive about some things. And he's a fairly good liar to back that up. He hates the unknown. And the feeling that something's being hidden from him. It's infuriating and just makes him more paranoid. He's a good kid, but he has his flaws. And most of those flaws are rather, would you say, self-destructive.


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{ So tell me another beautiful lie. Tell me everything I want to hear. Won't you lay here by my side? I want to fuck away all my fear. }


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|| ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ||
Neville Frank Longbottom. | 42. | Father. | Gryffindor Alumni. | Herbology Professor. | Matthew David Lewis.
Hannah Margaret Longbottom née Abbott. | 42. | Mother. | Hufflepuff Alumni. | Matron. | Charlotte Skeoch.
Alice Ebony Longbottom II | 15. | Sister. | Gryffindor. | Hogwarts Student. | Zoe Elizabeth Sugg.
Grace Augusta Longbottom. | 15. | Sister. | Hufflepuff. | Hogwarts Student. | Maia Mitchell.


|| ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ||
After the Second Wizarding War, Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott got married, after Neville's very brief career as an Auror. They settled down at the Leaky Cauldron, which Hannah took over Tom as the landlady of, and became surprisingly pregnant soon into their marriage. Neville took up the reopened job at Hogwarts as the Herbology teacher and Hannah surprisingly gave birth to triplets. Franklin Remus Longbottom was born on the 21st of July, 2006, in a London hospital near the Leaky Cauldron. Frank was the only boy of the triplets, and just so happened to be the eldest. And the only one that was actually planned. He was named after his grandfather, and one of his parent's favourite teachers, who both sacrificed themselves, one way or another, for good.

Frank's younger years were fairly happy. Despite living in the Leaky Cauldron, which only had one spare room for the children. He didn't mind, being so young, sharing a bed with his sisters didn't seem to bother him so much. And some of his nights he didn't even sleep at the Leaky Couldron, while Neville was working at Hogwarts, Hannah couldn't handle having the kids around when she was working and they were often sent to Neville's grandmother, Augusta, for baby-sitting. Frank grew a strong parental relationship with his great-grandmother, who was much less strict of the children then when she was with Neville back in the day. He was always the most quiet and shy of the kids, but still playful and uplifting around his family and the familiar faces of the Weasleys, Potters and Scamanders. This often lead him to stick to his siblings most of the time, and he was comfortable with that for a solid ten years.

One year before the triplets first year at Hogwarts, Hannah Abbott trained as a healer and took on the job as a Matron, giving up her job as a land-lady at the Leaky Cauldron. This made things much easier for the family, Augusta, who was getting older and growing a few illnesses, didn't have to take care of the kids anymore, the triplets didn't have to share a bed, or a room anymore for that matter, after they moved to a new house in walking distance of King's Cross ( but Frank still cuddled with them anyway ), and everything was better. Well, mostly.

When Frank was sent off to school, he tried to stick to his sisters, but after the sorting it made it a bit harder for him. The Sorting Hat must have taken ten minutes to come up for a verdict for Frank. He was such an amalgamation of all the houses that it made it difficult for the hat to choose. But, he was put in Ravenclaw, for his uniqueness and individuality which showed in his difficulty to pin a house on to him. Being in a different house to his sisters made Frank slightly stagger in his social life, for his first weeks he didn't have many friends besides the family friends, and his sisters of course. And it didn't help that it took a long time for him to open up to people, even when they did introduce themselves to him. And that he was constantly bullied.

It started by name-calling in his first year or two, how he was stupid, a bitch, anything that rolled off the others tongues. By his second year, it got a little bit worse, jinxs and hexes were pulled on him regularly. But, then, third year came along and it progressed to the point where getting beat up every week or so wasn't an irregular occurrence. Everytime a bruise started to fade away a new one was put there by those assholes. And then his fourth year came along, and Augusta got sick. And near the end of the school year, she had no will left and she didn't make it. He was there. He watched and held her hand as she lay, dying in a hospital bed, until her very last breath. And bullying didn't get any fucking better. It was bad enough to the point where he broke his arm in a planned broom crash. It was the worst year of his life. But, there was redeeming qualities at least. But, not many.

How could the world throw him a curveball and make his life any fucking worse this year around?


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{ And I have seen all that you've seen. And I have been where you've been. No, our hands will never be clean. At least we can hold each other. }


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|| ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ ||
Calenator. ( Caleb )

|| ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ||
Dylan O'Brien.

|| ʜᴇx ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ||
#6996AD.

|| ᴛɪᴍᴇᴢᴏɴᴇ ||
Australian Eastern Daylight Time.

|| ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ||
Songs are Afraid, Colors, and When You Break.
Warning: I'm an asshole.

So begins...

Franklin Remus Longbottom II's Story

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Frank woke up at the crack of dawn, sponged in between his two sisters. The bright sun peaking in between the blind's in his sister's bedroom window. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up in the bed, trying to not wake up the either of them. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen, the time read: 5:18am. He groaned and maneuvered himself between Alice and Grace to leave the bedroom. First mission: Get yourself a coffee, Frank. He managed to make his way to the kitchen, without toppling over. He searched for the coffee, "I knew it." Nothing. He knew his mother had forgotten something. Great. Now he needed to find something to entertain him. Annoying his sisters could work. He stumbled back to the bedroom, plomping himself back in the bed, all so subtly. Sprawling his arms over the two of them and yawning loudly. "Wake uppppp~" He complained in a groan. They would probably need to wake up anyway, because knowing Alice she probably spent the night before, which was dedicated to packing bags and sending off their parents, patting Puck and watching the Quidditch game on the TV.

Grace could hear her brother Frank trying to wake up the two remaining sleeping girls, but decided to thoroughly ignore him. The night before she had been kept up by both of her siblings because, once again, they made Grace sleep in between them - and she could swear that at one point in the night they were going to swallow her up between both of their bodies. Yes, compared to her siblings Grace was what some would call tiny, but not tiny enough to sleep comfortably cocooned between Frank and Alice like a cat. She took a peak at Alice's sleeping frame and Frank's sprawled out body through half-open eyelids, but turned away from the boy and decided to give herself five more minutes of rest. She fucking deserved them.

Alice's least favorite part of any given day was waking up. If there wasn't Quidditch practice, it wasn't worth it, and she wished the rest of the world would just leave her alone. She also had a tendency to sleep like the dead when she wasn't sleeping alone, so she didn't notice Frank leaving the bed at all. At least, not with Grace's presence still there. Plus, she was having a really spectacular dream, in which there was a Dragon she was working with and quite possibly taming. It wasn't a career path she'd really considered before, but she made a subconscious note to call up Charlie Weasley later. Frank was back. Alice cracked an eye open. "No," she mumbled.

Hearing Alice's voice made Grace snap out of the lazy trance she was in, and realize they both really needed to get up. It was, after all, very important to get to King's Cross on time. If they were late (again) their parents would surely have a breakdown. And so she slowly sat down on the bed, rubbing her eyes with her right hand and shaking Alice with her left. "Hey lazy bum, get up."

Frank was just getting comfortable when Grace decided that getting up was actually a decent idea. He groaned, pulling himself out of bed. Again. He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes and he got up to his feet, looking to Grace and Alice. "So, what about breakfast?"

"No," Alice said again, stronger this time, as she turned her back on her siblings and pulled the blankets up over her head. Honestly though, as much as she wanted to stay in bed, they both knew she'd get up the second they actually moved to leave. She hated sleeping alone, even for short periods of time.

"I can make us some bacon and eggs," Grace offered, ignoring Alice's grunts and talking to Frank instead. She dragged herself off the bed, stretched her arms over her head and made her way to the kitchen. Once there, she got everything out to start cooking.

Frank stretched his long arms out in front of him, and turned his neck quickly to the door, with a crack. "Fine, as long as Alice doesn't cook again." He remembered what happened last time. She was lucky she didn't set the whole kitchen on fire. He followed Grace out in to the kitchen. Frank took it upon himself to be the certified taste tester, taking a piece of bacon for, what seemed like, every two minutes.

"My cooking is not that bad," Alice grumbled, a good ten minutes later when she finally managed to maker her way into the kitchen. Her eyes were barely open, long hair a tangled mess falling around her shoulders, and she only made it far enough to collapse against Frank's back. "Do we have to go to school?" she muttered sleepily. "Lets just skip it."

"Alice we've talked about this before - you want to be a professional Quidditch player? You need to graduate from Hogwarts." Grace said, rolling her eyes but not being able to hold back a smile at her sister's reluctance to go to school. She quickly placed two sunny side up eggs and three pieces of bacon on each plate and took hers to the table to eat.

Frank took one more piece of bacon that sizzled on the pan, as Alice fell straight on to his backside. "Hogwarts isn't that bad. Classes aren't that bad and I mean, you have friends. And Quidditch." Personally, Frank was missing the company of Lucy and Lorcan at his side 24/7. And seeing Dominique wasn't a con either. And he was in anticipation of actually getting a spot in the Quidditch team this year. He took a plate of breakfast, and may or may not have stolen a piece of bacon from each of his sister's plates.

"Mm," Alice hummed, noncommittally. This was fairly normal, she was never happy to leave, though she was generally fine once they got back in the swing of things. "Why can't Quidditch season last all year?" She finally separated herself from her brother and grabbed her own plate, going to her usual spot at the breakfast table. She sat on top of it instead of in a chair though, balancing her food in her lap with a surly expression.

Grace ignored her siblings' carelessness and ate her plate in silence. After she was done with the breakfast, and could see that Frank and Alice were too, she took all the plates from their hands and shooed them off the table. "All right, now go finish packing up, we've got a long morning ahead of us."

Frank sat down at the table, and ate his serving of food rather quickly. He got up from his chair, "Alright, mom." He chuckled, dropping his empty plate in to her hands and walking to his bedroom, to get dressed and pack the few things he had leftover. His time turner, his wand, his laptop and his Rubik's Cube. Oh, and Artie, but, he was just gonna take him in his home. He walked wheeled his things over to Alice's bedroom, "Well, I'm done. What about you?"

Alice always had a hard time leaving, was the thing. It wasn't that she hated school... she actually really liked it. She was talkative, and playful, and the Hogwarts grounds let her get all of that out. She liked learning, she liked her clubs, she liked Quidditch. She just... liked being home too. She'd figured she would have grown out of it by now, but she hadn't. She'd never quite managed to be as good at being pulled apart from her siblings as they were. So she wasn't packed. Her Quidditch stuff was ready to go, even Puck was in his crate, but Alice was still sitting on her bed, wand tucked in her hair, trunk open and things haphazardly shoved in, but not ready by any means. She looked up, startled, when Frank appeared at her door. "Uh...yeah," she answered, slamming the trunk lid down and trying to get it closed good enough that the locks would meet. It was full, but she knew not everything was in there. "Just... gimme a sec."

Frank watched his sister shove things into her trunk and slam the lid down on to it. "Are you sure you just need a second?" He sighed and picked up a copy of "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" from the floor and handed it to her, sitting next to her. "Dad would kill you if you forgot your Herbology books." He smiled, looking towards Puck in his crate.

"Like we don't have them memorized by this point," Alice muttered, but she took the book from him anyway and tried to add it to the mess that was currently her trunk. Puck was glaring out of the crate angrily, but when he saw Frank he perked up a little, like maybe the wizard would take pity on him and release him. Alice only fought with her trunk for a few more minutes before letting out an actual grown and collapsing on top of it. "I need more than just a second."

Gracie was basically the mother out of her two siblings - and she took that role quite proudly. She liked to think of herself as the cool version of her mum, since she rarely scolded Frank and Alice but usually spoiled them by giving them food and such. Today wasn't that day, because she was actually quite worried about getting late to the train station. The first and only time they did it scarred her for life. And so after casting a simple dish-washing spell on the dirty dishes, she quickly made her way to the room her and Alice shared. Unsurprisingly, Alice hadn't finished packing. "Alice I told you to finish packing last night, hurry up you doofus."

Frank smiled as Gracie walked into the room. "We won't be long, trust me." He turned his glance from her to the slightly messy floor. It didn't seem like there were any other stranded books, or pieces of equipment she forgot. He dragged her trunk to him and searched through it. "This isn't so bad. Just need swap around a few things." He moved positions of certain large objects, so everything didn't take up so much space. "Look, it's all good. Ready to go. ---Probably."

Gracie wasn't helping matters, even though Alice knew her sister didn't really mean anything by it. It just settled in as a reminder that Alice was always the last one ready, and probably going to get them in trouble, and she didn't even want to go anyway. She sighed sadly as Frank took her trunk from her, but let it go, and watched with only a slight pout while her brother managed to pack things up better than she ever could. "Okay," she muttered, trying to do one more glance around her room to make sure she had everything. "We can go then. Sorry for the hold up, Gracie."

Grace took her trunk from under her bed and pushed it out, putting her owl Orion's cage on top of it. Then she turned around and walked over to Alice, grabbing her by the shoulders and smiling down at her sister. "It's nothing personal love. I'm just not in the mood for our parents getting mad at us - you know how much I hate confrontation."

Frank got up from the bed, not saying anything, he didn't want to ruin the "sentimental value" of the sister's interaction. He grabbed his trunk, with the toad home on top of it and wheeled it to the front door. "Come on, we might be early this year."

After giving her sister one last squeeze on the shoulders to show her support, Gracie turned around and grabbed her own trunk to follow Frankie out the front door. "Here goes nothin'," she muttered.

Alice took a deep breath and looked around her room one more time. Her eyes caught the corner of a Quidditch poster, one she'd had signed by her favorite Beater. Dad wouldn't let her take it to school, and she was a little thankful now. Gracie was right, she had to graduate. She could do this. She was a big girl. "Okay," she said, grabbed her trunk, and followed her siblings out.

It didn't take long for the siblings to walk their way to King's Cross, it wasn't too far away. He rolled his luggage through the station, and ran between platforms nine and ten, business as usual. As he ran through, he looked upon the Hogwarts Express with a smile. He looked through the crowds, new nervous and wonder-filled first years, but, he was really looking for the familiars. He pulled out his phone and typed out a text.

[ TO Lucy & Lorcan: Where are you? ]

Gracie glanced over her shoulder at Frank and Alice, and found her brother too busy texting his friends. Smiling excitedly she rushed around the station trying to find Nova in the crowd of Hogwarts students. Yes, she could text her, but she wasn't a big fan of technology and stubbornly decided to look for her instead. Too bad she was too short, but Frank wasn't. "Oi Frank, be a good brother and tell me if you see November near us."

Alice snorted a little at Grace's request to borrow their brother's height and glanced around the crowded platform herself. She wasn't sure who she was looking for though, it wasn't like there was anyone she was waiting for. Finally, she started backtracking towards the train. "I'm gonna go ahead and go find a compartment guys. Good luck finding your peeps!"

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Image"It's Davies with the Quaffle! He's barreling down the pitch, surely he can make- OH! And he's nearly knocked from his broom by a Bludger, a solid hit from the Harpies' Griffiths." The announcer's voice would be deafening were Rose' heart not already flooding her ears. The regular pounding slowed, along with the rest of time, as she sank low on her broom, aiming hardily for the Quaffle the Puddlemere United Chaser dropped.

Swooping in from below, Rose' hand grasped at the quickly descending ball with her arm fully extended. The second her fingertips brushed the rough, leather surface, time picked up to its normal pace and her ears flushed allowing the uproar from the crowd to take her heartbeat's place. The announcer's crooning voice cut in, "Newcomer Grasley has got the Quaffle! But, can she make it to the other end of the pitch? This could be the point they need to win, should they get the Snitch!" Rose looked down to the Quaffle that was suddenly tucked safely in the crook of her arm. A Bludger sped past her, sailing over her head by miles, a fact that didn't go unnoticed, "What a disgrace! Hunt’s aim’s so pathetic I’d be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me."

Paying no attention to Hunt's tantrum on a broom, Rose lined up her shot as PU's keeper snarled at her. The blue clad Keeper's face was pulled back and distorted as if Rose just couldn't focus on the other girl's face. Nonetheless, Rose cranked back her arm and made ready to throw the red beast into the right hoop. In response to Rose's arm flinging forward, the Keeper's broom took off to guard the ring. Unfortunately, it had been a fake out.

The Keeper was quick, but not quick enough, to notice that Rose's arm flung forward without the ball. Instead of tossing it, the redhead released it, allowing it to fall a foot and a half before spinning her broom, swatting the Quaffle towards the left ring. The distorted girl nearly fell from her broom with how harshly she leaned forward, urging her broom to just go faster. The Quaffle rapidly approached the ring, and the Keeper rapidly approached the Quaffle. The roaring of the crowd was once again drown out by Rose's heartbeat. It grew louder with every inch the red ball got closer to scoring. Rose couldn't tell if it would sail past the Keeper's reaching fingers, but right as she was about to find out, everything went dark. Dark and silent.

Rose has only ever been an early riser on 1st of Septembers. Waking up at 4 AM to check and recheck her trunk has become a yearly routine that has never annoyed her quite so much as it did today. With a dull, cracking groan, Rose rolled from her bed and onto the floor with a loud THUD. Errol II screeched as he ruffled his feathers, not appreciating the rude awakening. Lumos the Dog, who'd been sleeping at the foot of Rose's bed, didn't bat an eye; apparently used to such behavior. Hey, waking up isn't easy for anyone.

In years past, she would have called Albus to prattle on what their classes would be like and who they thought would be joining their Quidditch teams that year. Lately, he hasn't been picking up when she calls, so she just decided to forgo the whole thing. A deep frown started to work its way onto her face, but she quickly cut it off. After a few uneventful hours of checking her trunk [packed, as usual], answering emails [from her American Pen Pal and other muggle friends], walking the dog [slowly], checking her trunk [again], and actually doing her makeup [poorly], she decided it was late enough to wake up her brother, Hugo.

Walking into his room, she spied his feet hanging off the side of his bed. He'd been going through growth spurts recently and hadn't yet gotten a blanket to accommodate. She ticked the bottom of his feet, barely avoiding the instinctual kick that shortly followed. He grumbled something that was clearly a half-awake attempt to yell at her, but she couldn't pick out any words in particular. "Get up, Sleepyhead. I'm bored." His reply sounded like something along the lines of, 'Bugger off'. Well, at least she'd have something to do.

The Granger-Weasley kids had been milling about Platform 9 3/4 for a few hours before most of the other families arrived. Hermione always wanted to come see off her favorite children, but her Minister duties started early. Thus, Hugo and Rose arrived a number of hours before the train was set to depart. They begged their father to leave after the second hour of him tearing up between Wizards Chess matches on the board he'd given Rose.

Rose settled into a compartment and pulled out her [slightly outdated] cellphone. She was given the choice between a new phone or a new broom, though it's obvious what she would pick. Her new broom was supposed to arrive in a few weeks. She wasn't sure if the prefects were supposed to ride together to the school, so she sent a text to both James and Dom. To James, she asked if they were going to ride together. To Dom, she asked if the girl would please fix the travesty that was on Rose's face before too many people saw her.

In the meantime, Rose happily waved at any familiar face she saw through the window. When she saw the Longbottom Triplets, she tried to catch Frank's eye, hoping he knew about Prefect business, or at least to see when he'd want to start practicing. Unfortunately, Rose wasn't sure he saw her. Paying it no mind, she shrugged and fished a muggle book she'd brought from work to show the club from her endless bag. Knocking her hand into the smooth handle of her broom, she could already tell this would be a good year.

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Lucy had accidentally fallen asleep because she forgot to set her alarm for that morning - how strange (note the sarcasm). So her day had not started on the best of terms. Of course, her sister Molly had woken up early and was ready by the time their parents called out for them and told them it was time for them to leave to King's Cross station.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered while grabbing all of her stuff and trying to make sense of what she was going to take to Hogwarts. Lucy was a horrible packer and she usually brought the most useless stuff with her to school, later on realizing her mistake and regretting it for the rest of the school year.

This time she had limited herself to bring only a couple of Muggle comic books with her, her phone, t-shirts, jeans and her never-ending sneaker collection. Oh, and also all of her school supplies and her Hufflepuff uniform. And her broom. And her Quidditch uniform

She pulled her trunk behind her, grabbed her broomstick from the corner of her room and convinced her cat Mika to lay down on top of her trunk while she wheeled it to the front of her house. As she approached the front door, she could see her parents' faces and how they looked at her in disappointment. Smiling sheepishly, she placed her trunk on the back of their car along with her broomstick and called Mika to join her in the car seat she was sitting at.

The ride to King's Cross was excruciatingly awkward and filled with tension. Lucy had once again managed to slightly piss off her parents, but it's not like she cared too much. Once they parked inside the station and made their way to Platform 9 ¾, Lucy quickly kissed her mother and father goodbye, and without a second look, turned around to look for her friends.

But before she could get too far, she felt her phone vibrate on her pocket. Taking it out, she realized it was a text message from none other than Frank Longbottom. "Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Just as she was writing back a text, she spotted him in the distance, and with a smile, she ran quickly with her trunk in front of her and jumped into the Longbottom's back like a koala. She was tiny, and she loved it.

"Hello moron. Missed me?"x




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Dominique had gotten up extra early that morning to do her hair and makeup for the first day back at school. Because obviously she had to look flawless to make a good first impression - everyone had to think Dom had a fabulous vacation and looked better than ever. That's just how she liked it.

She had her hair up in a purposely messy bun, light pink eyeshadow, lipgloss, and of course her signature outfit: a silky white shirt, blue skinny jeans, a pair of brown women's loafers and a grey coat. As classy and perfect as always, not a spot out of place.

Dom had packed her trunk the night before and had left it at the entrance of their house. So, after breakfast, the only thing she had to do was wait for everyone eagerly at the door. "Dominique, you always hurry so much. Ze train won't be at ze station for another hour and a half," her mother Fleur protested, coming across her daughter standing impatiently next to her stuff. Dom just smiled at her mother and took her by the shoulders - they were about the same height.

"Oh I know maman, but I'm just too excited! You know how much fun going to Hogwarts has always been for me,"
she answered. Dom's life practically revolved around her social life at Hogwarts, so being home was mostly pretty boring for her. She was an extrovert, she craved attention and always loved being around big crowds of people.

An hour and ten minutes later, the Weasley-Delacour family were standing in Platform 9 ¾, parents ready to say goodbye to their children once again as they left for school. Dom hugged her mother and father tightly and yelled a quick 'au revoir' as she practically skipped her way across the station to look for her friends.

Not long after leaving her trunk on the right carriage, she took her cat Beau and made her way inside the train. Once inside, she got a text message from Rose about wanting help with her makeup for today. As if her day couldn't get any better, now Rosie had volunteered to let Dom give her a quick makeover! Oh, how the heavens loved her.

She hurried to look inside different compartments for Rose, until finally spotting her sitting inside one with a blue-haired Rhea. "Well, hello love! I'm here to save the day!" she called out, taking a seat next to Rose and just giving Rhea a smile of acknowledgement.

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There was darkness and then burning light upon his eyes. Lysander woke up light seeping in from the window right by his bed, straight into his face, Next to him there sat a small muggle alarm clock beeping incessantly. Lysander gave a chuckle and a smile as he sat up still groggy from sleep. Apparently the sun was more effective than muggle technology, when it came to waking up in the morning. Lysander quickly went about getting dressed giving his owl Zeus who sat beside his bed a loving chin scratch. When he was done He looked over at the other side of the room and shook his head when he saw his doppleganger still sleeping comfortably. He walked over to him and looked at him for a minute. “Lorcan. Lorcan. Get up.” Lysander let out a sigh as the predictable happened and his brother remained in his bed.

Lysander gave out a grin as he put his hand on his brother and went about shaking him like he was desperate to wrench his brother from the sandman’s sinister claws. “Loony Lovegood wake up! It’s time to wake up and get ready for school! Aren’t you excited to go back to Hogwarts!”

Only Lorcan’s eyes peeked out of his blanket cocoon. The older twin levelled a blood-curdling glare at his brother, but it lasted only a minute before he broke into a grin. Sandy was always the best part of the morning time. In fact, he was the only part that made it worth waking up. Licking his cracked, dry lips he covered his face again and grumbled, ”No.” Unfortunately, Sandy is responsible and always does the right thing, so of course he wouldn’t let up until Lorcan slumped out of bed. That jerk.

Lorcan generally stumbles through his morning routine. It’s not uncommon for him to brush his hair and comb his teeth, which is not nearly as effective as it sounds. He rubbed his chin, feeling the peach fuzz that started coming in. At first, he’d thought it was a werewolf thing, but then he noticed Ly had it too. Either way, he said it made him look cool, rugged and all the other adjectives girls would use to describe a manly man. It didn’t, but he sure thought it did.

Glancing around his [incredibly messy] half of the room, he huffed a little as he said”Man, why didn’t you wake me up earlier? I forgot so much stuff!” Lorcan didn’t so much forget to make as he just didn’t want to do it. Despite all the fun and friends he has at Hogwarts, it’s not something he looks forward to.

”Well you just looked so comfy I didn’t want to wake you. Also I just woke up like fifteen minutes ago. Also I told you to make sure you were finished packing what was it now twenty times? You should listen to me more often Newtoo” Ly chuckled slightly as he went about finishing his morning routine. Fifteen minutes later and his teeth were sparkling, and his hair was combed to be neat and orderly just the way he liked it. He cast a quick admiring glance at his shelf of prized muggle contraptions. A toaster, a blender, a walkie talkie, all of them completely random, but all too interesting to the young boy. Much more interesting than the beasts the rest of his family obsessed over. Not nearly as cute though. Lysander walked over to his brother all too confidant in his twin’s abilities to wait till the very last minute. ”So how much have you packed so far? You need help?

”No!” Lorcan declared. After a short pause, he added a sheepish, “Yes… Mostly, I need help finding my books. They are somewhere around here.” Lorcan picked up clothing one piece at a time to search underneath it. Eventually, he dropped on all fours to search under his bed. ”Oh, wait. I found them.”


An hour later while at the train station, Lorcan felt a familiar buzz in his pocket, a smile lit up his face as he saw the group message with his two favorite non-siblings. Though, they annoyed each other enough to be blood.

Lysander looks over his brothers shoulder for just a minute. Noticing he's texting Frank and Lucy he immediately suspects that he'd be sitting without his look alike on the train. Frank and Lucy were nice people but they were more Lors friends than his. He let out an internal sigh at the prospect of not riding with Lorcan before resolving to try and find James instead. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted James.You at the station yet? James though exasperating at times had certainly more than earned his place as Lysander best friend not related by blood. Though as far as Lysander was concerned James had practically become his other brother. And besides it would be a shame not to see him on his final train ride to Hogwarts.

Lorcan sent off a quick reply to Frank that he was just arriving. He looked up to his brother with a sheepish grin, but was pleased to see he was texting friends of his own. ”We should probably get on the train soon. I hope you won’t mind if I sit with My Losers?”

Without waiting for a reply, Lorcan gave his brother a tight hug and a wide smile. ”Thanks! See you on the other side!” The older twin jogged toward the train, keeping an eye out for either of the two faces he wanted to see.

Lysander shook his head playfully at his brother just before being pulled into a tight embrace. An embrace which he eagerly returned. As his brother jogged off he let out a wave. I’ll see you back at the castle! Enjoy the ride with your friends! With that Lysander went his own way. The hunt for James had begun as Lysander made his way to the train, glancing down at his phone every so often, and keeping his eyes peeled for his friend.

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( 10:49am, september 1st, 2022....king's cross station, london, england....#6996AD....outfit....excited. )



Frank pulled his head up from his phone as Lorcan sent him a message back. As he was looking around the crowded platform, the last thing he was expecting was for Lucy Mae Weasley to leap straight on to his back. He gasped as he nearly tripped over due to the sudden weight on his back. He steadied himself and moved his hands to Lucy's thighs, to support her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Clearly, I'm not the moron here." He chuckled, turning his head slightly so he could see the girl from his peripheral vision, "And yes, I may have missed you a little bit." He kept on looking for the other member of their trio as he carried her. He took the task upon himself to carry his friend towards the entrance of the Hogwarts Express.

He walked inside and looked for a compartment to put down the small girl and rest his legs. He walked into an empty compartment after looking for a solid few minutes. All of the others he stumbled upon was either accompanied by some asshole or someone he had never met before, or he was just generally uncomfortable being around. He wheeled both of their luggage into the compartment, and a hell of a job that was, and then placed the girl down on one of the seats. He might as had well been her slave at this point. He shoved his things onto the shelf above the seat and finally thumped down next to Lucy, right next to the window. "Jeez, that was alot more tiring that it should have been." He looked outside the window on to the busy platform, still looking out for Lorcan, or at least someone who would know where he was. His frog croaked, seemingly in impatience, "Yeah, Artie, I know. We'll be there soon, alright." He looked into the toad home, carried in his hands. ( He never trusted putting him in the shelf above. He managed to sneak out while looking for a bug in his first year and the home nearly fell off and broke when the train came to a sudden stop. But, it never really mattered because he usually let him out anyway. ) He rested the toad home beside him, against the wall and turned to Lucy, "So, have you seen him yet?"