Post by frank alexander longbottom on Feb 21, 2011 22:45:28 GMT -5
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[/b][/div]frank alexander longbottom
sixteen ▪ gryffindor ▪ alex pettyfer
INTELLIGENT , BRAVE , RISK TAKER , COCKY , QUICK
As a kid, I had this incredibly quirky love for muggle magic tricks. My parents thought it was completely laughable. My dad found it tremendously entertaining. Mum, not so much. She was embarrassed by it. She would always say, “Oh, it’s just a phase my Franky is going through!” And then she’d spend about twenty minutes sounding exasperated and distressed for no reason. I guess, that sums up most of my childhood right there. That’s how it’s always been. Dad was always a laugher and mum was a worrier! And me? I was a joker.
When I was about eight-years-old, I finally gave up the fake magic. Mostly, I gave it up because my real magic had adapted and the fake magic just wasn’t doing it for me anymore. I was always kidding around, making a mess. I’d spend at least half a day, every day up until my first year at school, outside getting dirty. I’d be flying on my broom or running or building some kind of ridiculous and elaborate fort. I was filled to the brim with energy, maybe I still am come to think of it! I was always so upbeat though, always so happy. Why frown when you could smile? Why feel bad when it’s so much better to enjoy life? You only live once, so live it up and laugh until your ribs hurt.
Mum’s always been really overly-protective. Dad’s always been sort of absent-minded. Together, they make one whole person. Apart, they’re both a bit of a mess. I don’t know what my dad would ever do without my mum though. That’s the most blatant co-dependency I’d ever seen. And I think, most of the time, they kind of needed me too. I mean, I’m an only child and they both love me more than they should. They’ve always treated me like I’m God’s gift to the world so, is it any surprise I’m a bit full of myself? They made it okay for me to be cocky and push things. They raised me to think that was how all people were.
When I went off to Hogwarts for my first year, I could have sworn I had died and gone off to heaven. I met the coolest people and started making friends faster than I could handle. I loved everybody. I kept everything light and laughable. Even at age eleven, when we were all awkward and nervous and trying to grow properly, I was there with this playful grin and a willingness to let everything seem okay. I think it made it hard for others to take seriously. I always had this whole huge slew of friends, but I never had best friends or people I could trust with my life or anything. I mean, James and Sirius were best mates and their friends included Remus and Peter. And then Ryan kind of gravitated toward them. Then there were Gideon and Fabian who were practically the same person. I spent the first month in acquaintance with them referring to them both as “Clone”. It pissed them both off and let them learn to slowly find me funny. I never really knew what I was doing. I always spoke before I thought.
In my first year of school, my teachers would continually tell me I had potential. Part of me viewed a lot of professors in the same way I viewed my parents. I looked up to them and believed them. So, when they told me I had potential, I wanted to impress them and make them proud. I worked hard. I was up there with the best of the best in my year and house. Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, Alice Logan, and I were the names in my year in Gryffindor who were the brains. I made sure people wouldn’t forget that Frank Longbottom wasn’t just an idiot who spoke too much. I was a smart guy who spoke too much. There was a huge difference!
I guess, my rivalry with Alice didn’t really start until around third year or so. Before that, we were competitive, but not to the point of insanity like we are now. Sometime around third year, something changed. Something clicked differently and it wasn’t the same as competing with Remus and Lily in classes. It turned into this almost obsession. If I was better than Alice Logan, I was good enough. She was the person to beat. And, it was almost like we hated each other. Except, we didn’t. It was always just so… Complicated. Things with Alice Logan have been complicated since the awkward age of thirteen.
Some time during our fourth year, I discovered how easily annoyed Alice Logan was of me. I could push all the right buttons with her. I never felt the need to incessantly harass anyone the way I did Alice. I felt so frustrated with her for always being so good at everything. I ended up nicknaming her Ace. She was always acing life, in my opinion. She was too scary perfect. And I wouldn’t ever let her forget it. To this day, she freaks out when I call her it. She doesn’t know why I call her Ace. But I can’t stop.
Since I was a kid, I’ve always played cards with my father. Alice Logan had always seemed like the longest game of cards I’ve ever played. Things always come full circle with her. I also end up reflecting back to being a kid and going those magic tricks. I remember putting on my show man voice and calling out, “Pick a card, any card!” For me, Alice has always been the card pulled. Most of the time though, she seems like the card I just can’t seem to ever guess right.
Setting aside my ongoing rivalry with Logan, I’ve got some pretty decent stuff in my life. My friends seem closer now than ever. I’m on the quidditch team and I love it. I’m getting great grades. And I’ve been doing a great job at keeping up with all the social crap this year. I mean, there are these really rebellious groups of kids around here who are always throwing weird parties and I’ve made sure I could make it to all of them. Ya know, drop in, eat some food, have a drink or two, laugh, talk, make fun of people, and then leave. Things are good. Things are simple. I like it. That’s all.
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Mmk, I’m just gonna bust this info out for you, clear and simple. Ready? Set… GO! My wand is 10 ¾”, birch wood, phoenix feather core. It’s been described as both strong and elegant. So have I. Just kidding. Humor, get some! My Patronus takes the form of a giraffe. I use this epic memory of a sailing trip I went on with my dad as a kid. When I’m near a dementor, I flash back to this one weird memory of breaking my arm as a kid. I broke it while exploring inside this abandoned tunnel. We were on holiday and the memory really stuck with me. When confront with a boggart, I see Alice Logan telling me she really, actually hates me. Pathetic, I know. I’ll get over it someday. Right now, it scares me shitless. My position on the war is easy. I don’t support anything You-Know-Who is doing and I’m not going down without a fight. I’m a Pureblood. I’m a Gryffindor. I’m sixteen. I’m a sixth year. I’m also awesome. Don’t forget it! That’s all folks!!!
As a kid, I had this incredibly quirky love for muggle magic tricks. My parents thought it was completely laughable. My dad found it tremendously entertaining. Mum, not so much. She was embarrassed by it. She would always say, “Oh, it’s just a phase my Franky is going through!” And then she’d spend about twenty minutes sounding exasperated and distressed for no reason. I guess, that sums up most of my childhood right there. That’s how it’s always been. Dad was always a laugher and mum was a worrier! And me? I was a joker.
When I was about eight-years-old, I finally gave up the fake magic. Mostly, I gave it up because my real magic had adapted and the fake magic just wasn’t doing it for me anymore. I was always kidding around, making a mess. I’d spend at least half a day, every day up until my first year at school, outside getting dirty. I’d be flying on my broom or running or building some kind of ridiculous and elaborate fort. I was filled to the brim with energy, maybe I still am come to think of it! I was always so upbeat though, always so happy. Why frown when you could smile? Why feel bad when it’s so much better to enjoy life? You only live once, so live it up and laugh until your ribs hurt.
Mum’s always been really overly-protective. Dad’s always been sort of absent-minded. Together, they make one whole person. Apart, they’re both a bit of a mess. I don’t know what my dad would ever do without my mum though. That’s the most blatant co-dependency I’d ever seen. And I think, most of the time, they kind of needed me too. I mean, I’m an only child and they both love me more than they should. They’ve always treated me like I’m God’s gift to the world so, is it any surprise I’m a bit full of myself? They made it okay for me to be cocky and push things. They raised me to think that was how all people were.
When I went off to Hogwarts for my first year, I could have sworn I had died and gone off to heaven. I met the coolest people and started making friends faster than I could handle. I loved everybody. I kept everything light and laughable. Even at age eleven, when we were all awkward and nervous and trying to grow properly, I was there with this playful grin and a willingness to let everything seem okay. I think it made it hard for others to take seriously. I always had this whole huge slew of friends, but I never had best friends or people I could trust with my life or anything. I mean, James and Sirius were best mates and their friends included Remus and Peter. And then Ryan kind of gravitated toward them. Then there were Gideon and Fabian who were practically the same person. I spent the first month in acquaintance with them referring to them both as “Clone”. It pissed them both off and let them learn to slowly find me funny. I never really knew what I was doing. I always spoke before I thought.
In my first year of school, my teachers would continually tell me I had potential. Part of me viewed a lot of professors in the same way I viewed my parents. I looked up to them and believed them. So, when they told me I had potential, I wanted to impress them and make them proud. I worked hard. I was up there with the best of the best in my year and house. Remus Lupin, Lily Evans, Alice Logan, and I were the names in my year in Gryffindor who were the brains. I made sure people wouldn’t forget that Frank Longbottom wasn’t just an idiot who spoke too much. I was a smart guy who spoke too much. There was a huge difference!
I guess, my rivalry with Alice didn’t really start until around third year or so. Before that, we were competitive, but not to the point of insanity like we are now. Sometime around third year, something changed. Something clicked differently and it wasn’t the same as competing with Remus and Lily in classes. It turned into this almost obsession. If I was better than Alice Logan, I was good enough. She was the person to beat. And, it was almost like we hated each other. Except, we didn’t. It was always just so… Complicated. Things with Alice Logan have been complicated since the awkward age of thirteen.
Some time during our fourth year, I discovered how easily annoyed Alice Logan was of me. I could push all the right buttons with her. I never felt the need to incessantly harass anyone the way I did Alice. I felt so frustrated with her for always being so good at everything. I ended up nicknaming her Ace. She was always acing life, in my opinion. She was too scary perfect. And I wouldn’t ever let her forget it. To this day, she freaks out when I call her it. She doesn’t know why I call her Ace. But I can’t stop.
Since I was a kid, I’ve always played cards with my father. Alice Logan had always seemed like the longest game of cards I’ve ever played. Things always come full circle with her. I also end up reflecting back to being a kid and going those magic tricks. I remember putting on my show man voice and calling out, “Pick a card, any card!” For me, Alice has always been the card pulled. Most of the time though, she seems like the card I just can’t seem to ever guess right.
Setting aside my ongoing rivalry with Logan, I’ve got some pretty decent stuff in my life. My friends seem closer now than ever. I’m on the quidditch team and I love it. I’m getting great grades. And I’ve been doing a great job at keeping up with all the social crap this year. I mean, there are these really rebellious groups of kids around here who are always throwing weird parties and I’ve made sure I could make it to all of them. Ya know, drop in, eat some food, have a drink or two, laugh, talk, make fun of people, and then leave. Things are good. Things are simple. I like it. That’s all.
-------
Mmk, I’m just gonna bust this info out for you, clear and simple. Ready? Set… GO! My wand is 10 ¾”, birch wood, phoenix feather core. It’s been described as both strong and elegant. So have I. Just kidding. Humor, get some! My Patronus takes the form of a giraffe. I use this epic memory of a sailing trip I went on with my dad as a kid. When I’m near a dementor, I flash back to this one weird memory of breaking my arm as a kid. I broke it while exploring inside this abandoned tunnel. We were on holiday and the memory really stuck with me. When confront with a boggart, I see Alice Logan telling me she really, actually hates me. Pathetic, I know. I’ll get over it someday. Right now, it scares me shitless. My position on the war is easy. I don’t support anything You-Know-Who is doing and I’m not going down without a fight. I’m a Pureblood. I’m a Gryffindor. I’m sixteen. I’m a sixth year. I’m also awesome. Don’t forget it! That’s all folks!!!
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