During Quidditch practise, Frank had taken a nasty fall. He didn’t know what that meant, mind you. What did that mean: a nasty fall? He could remember a bit of it, he supposed. He’d been clipped by a Bludger and he’d managed to control his broomstick as he’d brought it down but another one had got the end and he’d been sent across the grass. He could remember the blood, too. It’d been all down his arm from a deep graze in his shoulder. No one had been in the Hospital Wing at the time, though, so the Quidditch team had done it for him in this crude sort of fashion that basically consisted of some healing salve and a big, Gryffindor scarlet bandage. It looked alright, Frank figured – and it was only one his upper arm and he promised himself he’d go back tomorrow.
It was night now, though, and the graze was beginning to itch a bit. He tried not to but it didn’t help that it was that side he liked to sleep on best. He often woke up on his back but falling asleep on it just wasn’t going to happen, he didn’t think. So the best thing he could do was get up and try to tire himself out. He’d gone for a jog in the early evening, circling the lake before stopping to talk to a Hufflepuff girl in his Herbology class unsure about what she needed to do for the homework. They’d gone to the greenhouses then to clear some things up and Frank had left once it had gotten a bit later so that he could get his homework done. When he actually went to go to bed, though, there was no chance of it – even after all the effort he’d put in to trying to go to sleep. So, simply, he had to get up again.
That was what brought him to the Astronomy Tower, really. He felt a bit sore, not having really landed right at all, and his pride was wounded a bit given just how he’d landed. It wasn’t his finest moment, to say the least. So, up towards the stars was where he’d wanted to go and was where he’d decided to go, dreading every step but knowing it would be worth it in the end. Then, after removing one of the books from the subject lockers he sat down and tried to make sense of the constellations with the little telescope he’d also taken out. It was fairly warm, too, despite the month and he felt content there, swinging his legs to and fro whilst he plotted on a bit of stray parchment with a pencil, both of which he’d also gotten from the cupboard, Andromeda as she waned across the sky.
A voice shocked Frank out of his work and he looked up, surprised to see his housemate approaching. He felt his cheeks heat up a little and he scribbled down the name of one of the stars nearby he’d seen before turning properly, collapsing the telescope and reaching to put the pencil behind his ear. He offered a smile for Toby Cooper, wanting to ask so much of him in that moment. He supposed the other boy was a bit of an insomniac, too. Frank hoped it wasn’t for the same reason he was up and awake at such a time. He wanted to offer that, too, but his words weren’t really there and he forced himself to look away, wondering why he was so dreadful at talking to people unless they were his teammates or family. Friends, too, he often struggled with. Well, family as well were a nightmare.
“Hi,” he got out finally. “Um, no you’re—um, you’re fine. You’re err, not interrupting anything, actually I was just…” Frank closed the book awkwardly, hiding his drawing inside as he put the book to the side. “Nothing, actually. Doing nothing. Uh. What are you doing?”