Post by FRANK AIDEN LONGBOTTOM on Sept 18, 2011 1:57:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #ae0000 solid 2px; width: 400px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px;] Frank, was busy being Frank. An easy enough concept when you really had honed in your inner Frank. He had been having quite a good time of it. Remotely he had been surprised; Frank had honestly thought that his last year was going to be a stressful mess. Then again it was only just starting so he shouldn't be thinking so positively about anything quite yet. Besides all of his friends seemed to have gathered themselves into a bit of drama for themselves, and that only brought more worry to the seventh year Gryffindor. What could he say, he had high loyalties to his friends and when he saw them having such complications it just made him worry all the more. At least for now his life was going easy enough; he had a girlfriend much to his own surprise and despite his best friend being loopy and constantly trying to revoke best friend privileges it was going well with his friends. Classes were going as they normally had been over the last seven years; the teachers were all expecting them to turn in their work on time, always do their homework, the generic works as it was called. Frank never had trouble trying to do the homework, it was just paying attention in class was where he failed greatly, he always found something to distract him, like doodling on his parchment and forgetting to write down notes before they disappeared from the magical chalkboard. It's one of the many reasons why he relied so heavily for his friends that were the good students, the ones that did homework and the ones that could pay attention for an hour to one subject. Though he always doubted that he would need or even remember every skill that a professor taught him when he became an Auror. Even today he was barely mulling over the words that Professor McGonagall was telling him, only writing what half he could remember, which wasn't much. He would just have to owe one of his friends a favor to give them their notes for him to copy. Frank owed so many favors he was certain that he would never get them all achieved and filled by the time the school year ended, he would likely be owing them until he was a hundred and fifty years of age. He was scribbling in the margins of his parchment, writing notes upon notes to ask a question or to go up to Alice or Remus and see what they thought of the subject matter, even a tiny tidbit of if he could make a joke on the subject later on in the day with his fellow class-mates. Frank barely had time to write what little he could read on the board before it all vanished. Of course, McGonagall chimed and told the class that they would see each other in two days time and to write some essay over the topic, Frank would be able to manage it later. Today he was interested in getting out of class and get out of class quite quickly. Frank tossed his things into his messenger bag, it was an endless pool of mess, anyone who ever had to venture into his bag knew better. Walking lazily up to the door behind everyone else. He lingered back, shoving more of his items into his bag. The moment that he saw a break in the group, Frank pushed forward, swinging his bag onto his shoulders. He had been under the impression the bag would be able to last one more year, they had been old pals since his first year, though the moment the bag touched his shoulder blade it ripped, and it fell to the ground with a explosion of classwork, books, flying parchment, and ink wells, ink particularly making a mess all over Frank, the bag and whatever else was within its grasp. "God damnit." he growled, kneeling, trying to grab everything and shove it into the broken bag, he didn't particularly worry, he could fix the mess with his wand letter, it was just most inopportune. notes : literally spent more time on the coding than the thread. lawl word count : 686 |
