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[frank longbottom]

As much as he really liked classes, he’d admit weekends were fun. A chance to get away from the castle for a little bit, enjoy a butterbeer or take in the Shrieking Shack. He was still really interested in that, despite it not being haunted. He actually just really liked the history of it and Frank often found himself dreaming about what it had been like back when it was still in good shape before it was used by Remus Lupin, so he could change. He’d searched history books about it, but hadn’t yet found anything about it before it became a rundown shack.

He walked down the High Street, heading there first before anywhere else. He noticed a few other students there, though there weren’t that many. He leaned against the fence surrounding the property, wondering what it was used for these days. He wasn’t sure if werewolves at the school still stayed there for the full moon, but it would make sense since nobody ever bothered to buy it or have it fixed up. Frank shifted his position a little, so he could be more comfortable, but his eyes never left the shack.





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[ollie long]

Ollie made his way toward the Shrieking Shack. He had a much less innocent purpose there than the younger boy. Indeed as he approached it, held a secret treat for himself in his jacket. A bottle of the Three Broomsticks' finest Oak-matured meed that he had convinced a local at the village to purchase for him, with the help of his Veela charm. It would be a couple of years before such beverages would be available to Ollie legally but that never stopped him. If anything it encouraged him to misbehave. He liked to challenge authority he felt was pointless, often just for the sake of it. The Part Veela wasn't paying too much attention to his fellow student s he slipped closer to the shack than most went, indeed he slowly made his way to the door, searching for an opening. It wasn't unlocked, and so he raised his wand "Alohamora." he whispered, tapping the lock. The Ministry of magic surely wouldn't notice a spell being cast in Hogsmeade and question whether or not the source was an underaged wizard.

Slowly Oliver slipped inside and found a spot on some of the old furniture, having a seat on one of the dusty old couches in the shack's living room, throwing his backpack down beside him. His feet quickly propping up on the coffee table, before he opened the bottle and took a deep swig of the bottle, grinning lightly to himself. as he did. All in all he thought that choosing the shrieking shack was a brilliant idea. Nobody would search for him here, and even if they did unless they searched his belongings, as long as he was quick he would likely get away with this.

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[frank longbottom]

As he watched the shack, he noticed a boy approach the door. He watched the boy curiously, wondering what he’d be doing going inside since Frank was sure that no student at Hogwarts would have business in the shack these days. He didn’t even think adults had any reason to be going inside of it. It wasn’t his business, though. He wasn’t an authority figure and the boy looked to be a little older than he was, maybe by a year or two. Still, Frank was curious and considered following him. Not to confront him as that wasn’t his place; just to spy and see what he was up to. He was pretty sure he could potentially sneak up there without the older boy seeing him.

Looking around, making sure there wasn’t anyone around to see him, he approached the shack slowly, cautiously. Frankie attempted to make as little noise as possible, gingerly stepping over twigs and avoided kicking any rocks as he went up to the door. The thirteen year old stood off to the side, peeking his head in to get a good look. He noticed the bottle and figured the kid was drinking alcohol. He never understood why people wanted to drink what they couldn’t have. He never had any interest in it. He heard someone say it was nasty, so Frankie had no trouble waiting.

He walked away from the door, heading back to the gate. The plan was to make it seem like he never moved.





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[ollie long]

As Ollie savoured the burning liquid sliding down his throat he slowly let himself relax. It's not that he was ever particularly uptight but a few drinks and a chance to get away from others was welcome from time to time. How else was he supposed to center himself and get comfortable? Chasing boys, breaking rules and partying hard were all hard work and the young lion needed a break from the bulk of that. At least that was his thinking thus far. Ollie stretched out feet up on the dusty couch and transferred the contents of the bottle to his flask. as he was doing so, he heard the lightest sound of foot steps. Of course he thought for a moment that he was just being paranoid, he was in a supposedly haunted house drinking illegally, while there were teachers around the village. of course he was on edge, right?

He still placed that bottle down out of sight and slowly got to his feet, peaking his head carefully out a window half expecting to see Professor Weasley approaching. Instead what he saw was a young man almost back to the curb Ollie grinned a little Had the other been headed in here. Ollie'd seen him out front. He watched the other for a moment wondering why Ollie's presence had turned him off coming inside. Ollie took another swig of his drink watching the younger boy through the window for just a moment before setting his flask down too, letting the burning liquid trickle from his mouth down his throat slowly as he considered the other.

Ollie was curious enough that he made a decision to end his self-appointed break time and move to the door of the shack, beckoning for the other. If nothing else this would be interesting.

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[frank longbottom]

As Frank was heading back down the path, he was thinking that it had worked. He’d be able to pretend that he hadn’t seen anything and the older boy would never realize that he’d been spying on him doing what he shouldn’t be. He thought that until he realized that he was being called back. He considered not going back, running off and seeing if he could find his friends or sisters to hang out with for a while or even seeing if his father was around. Those were probably better options, but Frank didn’t do any of that, though. He stood there for a moment, considering before heading back. He might as well see what the older boy wanted. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too mad that Frank had been spying on him.

He headed back to the shack. He’d never been inside of it before, always expected nothing to be in there. It was mostly empty, just an old couch that hadn’t been cleaned in way too long. Frank didn’t go near it. He stuffed his hands in his pocket as he looked at the older boy. He wasn’t much older, probably somewhere around his sister’s age. “So what is it?” he asked curiously. “You did call me in here for a reason, right?”






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