OPEN/ summer air

[FRANKLIN ALISTAIR LONGBOTTOM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; border: #222222 8px solid; background-color: #1f0000; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/light.jpg);] [atrb=width,450] Franklin Longbottom was roped into helping run the Leaky Cauldron with his mother. He didn’t know how it happened but it happened and he got landed with wiping down the tables and mopping the floors, without magic. His mother wanted to actually give him something to do so he wouldn’t run out and get into trouble again. Many times he was said to be adopted thanks to him being so different from his parents, but in the end, he did look like a mixture of them. Frankie rolled up the rag and threw it into the small bucket he was using. He looked around before giving off his signature smirk. “Done! Bye! Love yea!” was what he yelled when he ran straight out the door and into the patio. He looked at the brick wall and pulled out his wand and tapped the bricks. Frankie walked into the summer air that filled Diagon Alley. Of course the place was filled with witches and wizards, but he was use to it. He spent his whole summer going in and out of stores and finding school mates and hanging out with them. The brunette ran a hand through his hair and looked around. He knew what he wanted. He wanted ice cream. They young man looked around before spotting the small shop hidden behind all the others. He licked his lips before going on. He bobbed and weaved through the crowd of people. They all were buzzing about the rumors going on, but all Frankie could do was shake his head and shrug his shoulders, it was all rumors, why get over excited. He entered the parlor and grinned, he was a kid once again. “Vanilla sundae covered in warm caramel and hot fudge!” he rubbed his hands together and waited eagerly. He traded his coins for the sundae and took a large scoop before grabbing a seat at the bar.

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[PHOEBE ANNABELLE ENTWHISTLE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY "Good bye, Mother, I will see you later!" A surge in the crowd brought several people between them, and with another, Phoebe lost all sight of her mother. She let out a sigh of relief. Although she loved both of her parents dearly, they could be just a tad overbearing, causing the already usually stressed Phoebe to suffer from minor nervous breakdowns. Every year, right before summer break, the young Ravenclaw managed to convince herself that going home for the season would be a time for peace and relaxation. But, every year, she was dead wrong. Being at home was even more taxing than going to class every day. With the crowd separating them even farther, Phoebe finally felt safe enough to remove the salmon-colored crop jacket her mother had forced her to wear that day. Despite the U.K. setting, it was rather warm, and Phoebe had insisted that she did not need such outerwear, but, as usual, her mother had won out. I'm seventeen years old, and my mother is still playing dress-up doll with me, Phoebe thought to herself in mild irritation. But, she was used to it. Ever since she could crawl about, her mother had been grooming her to be the most charming, most eloquent, most fashionable witch in her year. Oh, how Phoebe hated fashion. If it were up to her, she would simply wear a pair of jeans and a t-shirt every day, but such a dream was never to be obtained. But, at the very least, with her mother on one end of the Alley, and Phoebe on the other, she could indulge in her favorite treat. Ice cream. Pushing open the door, she smiled at the tinkling of the bell. Such a cheery noise. Phoebe made her way to the counter and passed the man a few coins. "Just a hot fudge sundae for me, please" She said, looking around, pretending to be searching for her mother. The man gave her a secretive wink. She had been coming in her and doing the exact same thing for five years now. He handed her her treat, and Phoebe made her way to the bar, where she spotted an empty seat. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She asked the boy in the seat beside it. ---------------- CREDIT