Tuesday, October 17th. Breakfast.franceslyNovember 26 2007, 23:50:50 UTC
Frankie'd woken up a little late and, instead of sitting at her own table, traipsed over to have a little chat with her brother. It was a pretty regular thing... you know, bothering her brother. It also meant she frequently annoyed him during meals.
"JAMIEKINS!" She greeted, cheerfully, as she slid onto the bench next to him and started putting food onto the plate that was awaiting her. Sure, she'd heard about the hurt and dead at the Ministry the day before but, honestly, she didn't think it could actually AFFECT her. That was just ridiculous, right? "Good Morning!"
Re: Tuesday, October 17th. Breakfast.franceslyNovember 27 2007, 00:12:37 UTC
"Yep!" Frankie replied, oh-so-cheerfully, as she continued to munch on her bacon. She idly watched the owls, munching away. Munching, munching... Merlin, today was a nice day, though. It seemed to be so far, anyhow, she hadn't gone outside to see what the weather was like yet.
Re: Tuesday, October 17th. Breakfast.franceslyNovember 27 2007, 00:33:17 UTC
What the HELL was wrong with Jamie? Sure, he could be weird... but he was being really, REALLY weird at the moment. Blinking in surprise when he threw the paper into her lap, she confusedly picked it up. Perhaps the reason why he'd suddenly locked up could be found somewhere within the pages of the Daily Prophet?
She scanned it for a moment, before catching sight of a name that she knew. A name of someone she knew. Her brother's name. It made no sense to her. It wasn't like Richard could actually be dead. That was ridiculous. Obviously they'd made a mistake. Clearly the paper had written down the wrong name. Richard was fine. Richard was fucking great. He wasn't DEAD. It just... no.
So she read the article. Maybe there'd be some clue to explain this away. Perhaps it wasn't the real paper? A PRANK PAPER? No, she wasn't being particularly logical. But... she couldn't process this. Not really. Even after reading the article a few times.
Unable to reread the same lines again, Frankie simply brokedown and started crying.
Re: Tuesday, October 17th. Breakfast.franceslyNovember 27 2007, 00:50:00 UTC
There was no way Frankie would have been able to respond if Jamie HAD been capable of speech. She was too busy crying and just... completely losing it. How the FUCK could Richie be dead? It just didn't make any sense, she'd JUST SEEN HIM! Just before school started. It just...
Fuck. She settled for leaning into Jamie, while BAWLING, wondering how the hell Richie's death could SO CASUALLY be mentioned in the fucking Prophet. FUCKING ASSHOLES.
Re: Tuesday, October 17th. Breakfast.franceslyNovember 27 2007, 03:29:05 UTC
Did she...? Oh, Frankie was bawling in the middle of the Great Hall. Not exactly a prime location for such, was it? She attempted to give some kind of affirmation. Tried to. All that actually came out was a choked up sob, so she clamped her mouth shut and nodded slightly as she stood up from the table.
Her body was actually responding fairly well to her commands to stand up, even though all she wanted to do was go lie down and fucking cry forever. She couldn't even manage to feel awkward about crying in the middle of the Great Hall. At the moment? She so didn't CARE who saw her crying. They could all go fuck themselves.
Re: Tuesday, October 17th. Breakfast.franceslyNovember 27 2007, 03:51:16 UTC
Frankie nodded in response to the very last offer and rather hoped he'd noticed the nod because she didn't think she could actually talk without losing it COMPLETELY all over again. The only thing that could possibly fuck her world over any more would be if she had lost JAMIE instead.
Which, the thought of, made her rush forward and wrap her arms around Jamie. Promptly, she resumed bawling so hard that she was undoubtedly making quite a lot of racket. It was the type of crying she HATED because it was so embarrassing and unattractive, but she couldn't exactly bring herself to give a shit, now, could she?
"JAMIEKINS!" She greeted, cheerfully, as she slid onto the bench next to him and started putting food onto the plate that was awaiting her. Sure, she'd heard about the hurt and dead at the Ministry the day before but, honestly, she didn't think it could actually AFFECT her. That was just ridiculous, right? "Good Morning!"
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Oh, look, the prophet.
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She scanned it for a moment, before catching sight of a name that she knew. A name of someone she knew. Her brother's name. It made no sense to her. It wasn't like Richard could actually be dead. That was ridiculous. Obviously they'd made a mistake. Clearly the paper had written down the wrong name. Richard was fine. Richard was fucking great. He wasn't DEAD. It just... no.
So she read the article. Maybe there'd be some clue to explain this away. Perhaps it wasn't the real paper? A PRANK PAPER? No, she wasn't being particularly logical. But... she couldn't process this. Not really. Even after reading the article a few times.
Unable to reread the same lines again, Frankie simply brokedown and started crying.
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Fuck. She settled for leaning into Jamie, while BAWLING, wondering how the hell Richie's death could SO CASUALLY be mentioned in the fucking Prophet. FUCKING ASSHOLES.
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Her body was actually responding fairly well to her commands to stand up, even though all she wanted to do was go lie down and fucking cry forever. She couldn't even manage to feel awkward about crying in the middle of the Great Hall. At the moment? She so didn't CARE who saw her crying. They could all go fuck themselves.
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Which, the thought of, made her rush forward and wrap her arms around Jamie. Promptly, she resumed bawling so hard that she was undoubtedly making quite a lot of racket. It was the type of crying she HATED because it was so embarrassing and unattractive, but she couldn't exactly bring herself to give a shit, now, could she?
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