LONGBOTTOM, Frank

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What can be found in a name:
Franklin August Longbottom
When the day I was born:
DOB 23/September/1957
The Angels screamed:
Augusta & Peter Longbottom
And Hell shut its doors:
Frank's an only child
While creatures retreated:
Pippin, tawny owl.
To depths unknown:
Pure-blood, but Frank does not care about blood lines. He believe blood doesn't make the wizard. Character and personality do.

I hide from them:
Black lake, Hogsmeade, Library, Gryffindor common room.
Be who they want to see:
Dark black hair that falls awkwardly down into his dark brown eyes. Slender and though he doesn't appear to be muscular he is. Lanky, eventually grew into his height. Light-skinned though Frank tends to look pale in during the winter. A strong jaw-line. Narrow shoulders not broad. Augusta Longbottom constantly claims that he doesn't eat enough and resembles a tooth-pick. He prefers staying in-doors to spending too much time in the sun. He tends to burn easy, but he'd rather be cold than hot.

Normally when he isn't in his school robes. Frank prefers anything comfortable. He also likes muggle clothes. Often seen walking around in jeans and a t-shirt or a blazer. Likes sweaters and polo shirts as well. He can't stand sweater vests though and refuses to wear them. Shirts and vests are all right though. He likes ties, but doesn't like his Gryffindor tie often taking it off as soon as he gets into the Gryffindor common room. Frank doesn't care for brand names or what is in style. Frank Longbottom has a style all his own, and he wouldn't change his appearance for anyone.

Frank abhors shopping of any kind, but reluctantly he shops around for the clothes that he wears because if he let his mum shop around for him. She'd purchase clothing to try to make Frank something he wasn't. Frank often feels that a part of Augustus longs for Frank to be accepted by his peers and popular. Though, Frank can't understand his mother's reasoning for this then again, when has Frank ever understood his mum. The answer to that question would be; never.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
Frank is loyal and sweet-hearted. The lad who would give anyone the shirt off of his back if they asked him too. He's intelligent and witty. An avid bookworm and a gifted writer. Most think Frank to be a prude because he's very quiet and awkward. He rarely opens up to people about his life. Hardly talks in class unless around friends or indiviuals he knows well and feels comfortable around. Frank isn't one for confrontation. He'd rather reason through things rationally. Though, Frank tends to have more enemies than he bargained for. He never did anything for them to dislike him and the majorities of these indiviuals are in Slytherin a few people in his own house, surpringsly. Frank tends to be rather stubborn. When frustrated he writes or gets real quiet. Frank also tends to be quick to anger. He doesn't tolerate when people belittle others. Though, most wouldn't think Frank would, he does stand up for himself. At ties, he can be a push-over. He tends to strive to be a prefectionist, he's terrified of being a failure. Letting his father down and not making him proud. He also over-achieves as a way to get his mum off of his back where school and studies are concerned. When it comes to females, Frank isn't suave nor is he a ladies' man, but he often wears his heart on his sleeve. Regardless, that he can't be vocal when it comes to his feelings for girls. Instead, he writes poems, but doesn't send them to girls he fancies. Frank is a lad, who loves deeply and forever, an awkward one-girl kind of guy. He just hasn't found the right girl for him yet, is all.
This soulless being:
Women, watching and comintating qudditch (he's attempted playing, and isn't the best at it.) dueling, and firewhiskey. Being away from his erratic mum (thank you, Hogwarts)
Is just as lost:
Superifical women, pompous gits, closed-minded people. blood-prejudice, those who aren't accepting of others.
As everyone else:
Has a knack for writing. Talented with a wand when defensive spells or dueling is concerned. Quick-witted, and has an often comical, yet dry sense of humor. Has an exceptional memory.
In a world that knows only hate:
Potions, expressing emotion, letting people in, wearing his heart on his sleeve. Public speaking. Has a tendecy to be a lover more than a fighter. Frank has never been the type of bloke anyone would classify as a ladies' man and as if late that's his biggest weakness. Getting ladies to notice him.
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
Has become a lot more quiet since the death of his father which occurred months before the start of his final term. (in June)
Has moved out of his mother's flat and purchased his own flat outside Surrey, but has yet to move into it. He'll move after graduation.

They left me to die:
Family on mothers side none of them are among the living.
On a bed of roses:
Harfang Longbottom (Great-Grandfather)
Blood seeping through:
The Longbottoms are related to the Blacks through marriage.

The satin sheets of fame:
The Longbottoms are well-off. Not necessarily richer than merlin, but weathly. Peter Longbottom before he died was a well-known and respected auror. Augusta Longbottom never worked a day in her life. In fact, she refuses to. Sometimes, Frank wishes she'd get a job and quiet prying into every aspect of his life.
What a bitter story of love:
History - in depth

Born the only son of Augusta and Peter Longbottom, Frank was often spoiled as a child. Raised in London, the Longbottoms were considered "blood traitors" in the wizarding world, but Frank as a young lad had never been phased by the prejudiced world around him. A intutive indiviual with a gift for being too smart for his own good at times.

Awkward and shy, it wasn't until Frank was old enough to go to Hogwarts that he truly developed friends and a sense of self-confidence. Augusta used to nag at Frank all the time that he stayed at home and she home-schooled him. Mature for his age, Frank often pondered as to why he had been placed into Gryffindor. He never felt bold nor brave. Even to this day, he still doesn't. He feels that he should've been placed in Ravenclaw or even Hufflepuff.

Being an only child, Frank has always been a loner. He doesn't mind solitude. An avid reader and writer. He dabbles with writing poetry, but no one knows of his talent at writing. It's a hobby that is private and he'd prefer that it be kept that way.

Frank has been affected by the passing of his father. Preferring to study alone instead of his normal group of fellow gryffindors that he calls friends. Frank and Peter had always been close whereas, Frank feels as though Augusta constantly scruntinizes him and in doing so, Frank has distanced himself from his mum. Augusta, in his eyes, feels that he'll never be good enough.

Frank knew that behind closed doors and watchful eyes that Augusta and Peter's marriage was a bit dysfunctional. Seeing as the two of them constantly fought. There was a period of time where Frank questioned whether Augusta even loved his father or if she had just married him for money. Augusta had once cheated on Peter, but all interrogations of this fact have been denied to Frank by Augusta and Peter had never believed this "ridiculus hypothesis Frank had proposed at fourteen" as Peter had once referred to as to be true.

Frank hopes to follow in his father's footsteps after he graduates and become an Auror. Already having the grades for it. Frank is anxious abouts his N.E. W.T's because he tends to have test anxiety. Augusta's constant prostests to Frank that becoming an Auror is a one way to ticket to death isn't helping Frank cope. Not only did he lose his father when he died, but he lost his best friend too. He hopes to be at least half the man that Peter was.

Frank sat at the end of the Gryffindor table. Stealing glances at her from afar. As he sighed to himself. Rubbing the back of his head. She was beautiful, flawless, and what did he have to offer her? Running a hand through his hair anxiously as he adverted his gaze to his untouched food because she had gazed over in his direction.

For the life of merlin he couldn't even fathom why? [Probably because she caught you staring at you....because you're a git./i] Frank sighed to himself. The hand that was on his neck slid up into his hair as he anxiously began to run his fingers through it. Now, giving his hair an unkempt appearance to it that made the seventeen year old resemble James Potter a moment. That thought made him laugh. James was two years younger than him and already three times more popular than Frank ever was as a fifth year or ever was even now, but Frank never did care what people thought of him. Nor did he ever care that he didn't have many friends.

He only wished that he could have her, but that was an impossible dream. A goddess would never love a awkward wizard who lacked self-esteem and self-confidence. A wizard who could barely say hello to the girl in the corridor without somehow making a fool of himself.

Frustrated with himself, Frank produced his quill from his robes pocket and a spare piece of wrinkled parchment. He closed his eyes a moment and then let his mind clear by putting down what he felt in words.

Your beauty is a flawless as a diamond
as it glistens in the sunlight.
and I am both blinded and mesmirized,
by something that I long for, yet I can not have.
That longing makes me want you more
I am flustered and confused,
I'd walk across fire and swim across oceans for you,
if you only knew why I feel this way about you,
perhaps you'd see behind the mask I hide behind so feverishly.
All the ways I love you can't be properly expressed

[iDorcy]