YAY FOR IDEAS! 8"D Hahaha, so, my dad, like any good parent, gave me an idea. XD My mom had something to do with it, too, which makes her ANOTHER good parent! ;3 LOL I'm also sick, which gives me an excuse to work on this. XD

Oh, and, uhm, ORANGES ARE AWESOME WHEN YOU DRINK/EAT THEM THIS WAY. LOL

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Ultraanimefan94: Sorry, but I like him as an only child. XD;;; I could, however, add more chapters with him and Amber! :D Or, if you want me to get all weird on you (LOL) add some chapter where Neville's parents have a kid of their own. 0.0" That would be awkward, but I'd have some sort of explanation for it. LOL VOTE PLZ! XD

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters! They all belong to Rowling! :) Well…Frank Xenophilius "Frankie" Longbottom belongs to me because…I created him. LOL

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[Frankie is 9 here! :)]

Luna walked Frank into the kitchen, holding his shoulders so he wouldn't run into anything and hurt himself. He was, in all honesty, used to it. As they walked through, they found the fridge, and Frank opened it up. He pulled out some orange juice with a smile. Luna gently took it out of his hand and shook her head, saying it wasn't the fun kind. He arched a brow at his mother as she closed the door and led him to the counter. She held an orange up to him and took out two cups. He grabbed himself an orange, too.

"What are we doing with these?" Frank asked with curiosity, holding his orange close to his chest so he wouldn't drop it.

"I already told you, Frankie," Luna giggled, handing him his orange. "We're making orange juice the fun way. When it's already done by someone else, they do it without interest, so it always tastes different."

"They must have Dingle Simmers* working there," Frank replied quietly. "They do look an awful lot like humans, even though they're too grouchy to be anywhere near a human."

"That's very true," Luna agreed, nodding her head. "Anyway, we should get started."

"Alright," Frank smiled and walked carefully toward the table. "How do we make orange juice, Mom?"

"Well," she began, sitting in the chair opposite of him, "first you need to bite the orange, but not too hard. Do it like I show you."

She gingerly bit into the orange, only getting its skin. It didn't go deep enough to touch the actual fruit, though. After she did her gnawing into the skin, she showed the orange to her son. He inspected it for a second before biting into his own fruit. He made the exact same bite that she had. Frank smiled and showed it to her proudly. She grinned and nodded.

"Great job, Frankie," Luna said calmly. "I think you got the shape of my teeth. I should tell your dad that."

He chuckled before she continued.

"Alright, now," she pulled a bag up on the table, "peel the skin off with your fingers and put it in the bag."

He gave a single nod before doing as she said. This was the part he liked the most. Peeling stuff was just automatic fun! When he was five, he covered himself in Kelma's Glue* and stood for an hour, barely even moving, just so it could dry and he could peel it all off. He got in so much trouble when Neville walked into his room and saw that he wasted three bottles of the stuff on covering himself in it. Neville wasn't exactly angry, but he was a bit annoyed because he had been looking for the glue for days. He got over it quickly when Frank gave him his reason for what he did, though.

"Ok," Luna said, showing him her peeled orange, "are you almost done, Frankie?"

He peeled the last of the skin off and announced quietly, "Yes ma'am."

"Very good," she giggled. "This is the really fun part! Take your cup"—she gave him a cup—"and put the orange in it."

He did as told.

"Now, put the straw in it and mash up the side of it!" she (almost) exclaimed happily.

He took a blue straw, bashing it into the fruit. Frank smiled as he did so. Once he was done, he lifted the cup up to his mouth and drank it up. Of course, with his amount of luck, the orange came and hit him in the nose. Luna caught sight of this and giggled before asking if he was ok. He replied with a yes and a smile as he pushed the orange back into the bottom of the cup with his straw. Neville walked into the house later and sat at the table. He had noticed the bag of orange skins and the huge fruit in the bottom of their cups right off.

"What on earth are you two doing?" he smirked.

"Regular orange juice is made unhappily," Frank told him as he set his cup back down. It took him a minute after looking at the ceiling to add, "by Dingle Simmers."

"Uh huh," Neville replied as he smiled, taking the boys cup without warning, "because they're grouchy, right?"

"Of course they are," he affirmed. "They're never interested by a thing."

"True," he nodded, taking a sip of the 'orange juice'. "This is really good."

"That's because it was fun to make," Luna replied, smiling.

He smiled back, which distracted him from the fruit rolling towards him. Just like it did to Frank, the orange bonked him in the nose. Frank smiled at him sheepishly.

"The same happened to me, Dad."

"That's my fault," he replied. "You've inherited my clumsiness."

"I've been telling you since the day he learned to walk," Luna began with an exasperated sigh, "neither of you are clumsy!"

"Yes I am," they stated in unison.

She rolled her eyes and ruffled their hair. A smile formed across her face as she stood up to make some dinner. Neville always came home around six-thirty, so the second he came home, she started up on dinner. Neville handed his son the orange juice, which he happily accepted. After he took a small sip, he looked over at his father.

"Did you get a new plant today?" he queried quietly.

Usually, a child would drop off a plant for Neville to talk about so they could have the hour overlap, but he didn't know that. James told him that everyone liked herbology because Neville made it fun; plus, most of the class had something boring afterwards.

"Nah," he shook his head, "but we learned a lot using this Jell-O stuff that Hermione gave me."

"Jell-O?" Frank inquired.

"It's a weird, slimy, jiggling kind of muggle food," he stated, "but it tastes very good."

His son nodded, appearing to understand. Luna gave them their dinner, which was an easy few sandwiches and pudding. They never really ate anything huge for their dinners; Frank always got extremely full when they ate actual food, which Neville and Luna would often feel, too. On occasions, Frank would stupidly skip all of his meals, to which Luna forced him to eat steak, pork chops, cottage cheese, and other ordinary dinner foods. After eating, Frank finished off his orange juice and sighed happily, causing his parents to snigger.

"Dingle Simmers need help," he started, "because making it this way is much better!"

=A/N=

LOL yeah. Sorta short. XD alright, so here are the * thingies. XD

Dingle Simmers: I MADE IT UP. LOL, I just needed some creature for them to dump on. XD

Kelma's Glue: An easy play on Elmer's Glue. XD I may make a story about it ;p There are a few other drabbles in mind (AND ONE SAVED ON MY BROKEN LAPTOP D), so be aware, k?

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I like Frank as an only child. XD;;; I could, however, add more chapters with him and Amber! :D Or, if you want me to get all weird on you (LOL) add some chapter where Neville's parents have a kid of their own. 0.0" That would be awkward, but I'd have some sort of explanation for it. LOL VOTE PLZ! XD