Why haven't I heard from you?
Alice stormed into the common room looking about for Frank Longbottom. Her eyes narrowed at finding the room relatively vacant, a frown gracing her usually pleasant features. She had been looking for him all day. Having not seen him in well over three weeks other than in passing she had finally had enough. Kingsley had told her Frank would come around, but Alice was sick and tired of waiting for him. At first she had just been confused when he had started backing out of spending time with her, figuring that surely he was just extra busy. The confusion had turned to hurt when she realized that he was no longer even jogging past the quidditch pitch anymore, which is where she often saw him. Now she was just angry. Who treats someone like this?
Deciding she didn't give a damn if it was rude she pushed past two fifth year guys and stomped up the stairs to Frank's dorm. She burst through the door and then seeing Frank, shut the door behind her. "Well good to know you are at least alive," she said her voice dripping with hostile sarcasam.
Deciding she didn't give a damn if it was rude she pushed past two fifth year guys and stomped up the stairs to Frank's dorm. She burst through the door and then seeing Frank, shut the door behind her. "Well good to know you are at least alive," she said her voice dripping with hostile sarcasam.