 You know who you are! ;) Also, taking Jaemin's jinx. Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
There was just too much movement going on for Frankie to keep track of. Bodies were moving around the room, some of which were heading for that door. It made him paranoid. If only that blasted Slytherin prefect would denounce her blatant lies and leave him the hell alone so he could find her and leave the castle. All would be well. But no. She had to make things difficult ... and OUCH. THAT WAS HIS FOOT.
His mouth opened to scream and shout at her, but nothing came out. What. In. Merlin's. Beard. Was this the lover-stealer's doing? That girl was going to get a nonverbal hex to the face. Luckily for her, Flamsteed was shouting at him now. 500 points from Gryffindor? The boy's blue eyes narrowed. He'd take the 500 point loss so long as it meant he could be with the love of his life. The point system didn't matter outside of Hogwarts. Love was all that mattered. And he sure did love her, heart and soul. They were meant to be. The stars were aligned for them -- just go ask those centaurs.
Frankie was ready to leave. He saw that Slytherin kid he did potions testing with leave the room, and the Divination professor was taking care of Dot for him (was her Inner Eye showing her that he was destined to be with her?). Still unable to speak, the blond simply nudged Hady and motioned at the door. She said she wanted to help him, right? It was her idea to leave the trophy room after all. HE was going to find her.
Not long after he started heading for the door, everything went dark. Unbeknownst to him, his head was encased in a pumpkin. The prefect kept on moving as quickly as he could though, letting his heart lead him to her. Love knew no bounds ... but it sure didn't know how to tell him he was about to run straight into one of the glass cabinets.
CRASH!
Glass shattered, a few trophies hit the floor, and the pumpkin on his head smashed as his body collapsed. Frankie did not get off the floor, however. The prefect was out cold, his thoughts taking him to a happy place where it was just him and her walking along the beach hand-in-hand as the sun was setting.
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