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White and Lilac Boredom
Frank sat where Albus had left room for him, though Frank let his back drop onto Albusâs legs while he faced the ceiling. If Albus were really that injured, it wasnât Frankâs responsibility to make sure he was healedâthough if Frank were being honest, his boxes of treats were certainly doing Albus much more good than anything St. Mungoâs had to offer.
He did a little scoff at Albusâs demands. Frank wasnât aware of the Potterâs family plans, aside from what he had inferred from the bits and pieces that he picked upâeither from people whispering loudly at the pub or from what he managed to get out of people who did interact with them.
âI mean⌠the world hasnât dropped everything for you, though Iâm sure your whole familyâs gone mad over what happened. I think. I havenât actually talked to any of them.â Frank snorted at the retelling of what happened. âYour dadâs an Auror and you couldnât pull the most basic expelliarmus out of your ass? Who are you even? Besidesâyouâd tell me where your secret hiding place is, right?â
There was no convincing Frank otherwise that the Potters had nothing else to do but go in hiding. Once upon a time, that was the solution they undertook, though Lily and James had been found by the Dark Lord anyway. Besides, Albus had secret hiding places that Frank had recently discovered, and Frank did like being in on secrets.
Albus watched the other man draped across the bottom of his bed and his legs and grinned. He nibbled at one of the pastries, giving a pleased little hum. Company was nice. Especially company that was as easygoing and comforting as Frank. Plus, easy on the eyes. God what he wouldnât give to be in another bed but a a hospital one. Â
âYou have no idea. Surprised you didnât see half the clan camped out ya know?â he grumbled, poking rather viciously at a cupcake. âThough you got to meet my goons! I think theyâll be around for a while now...â he sighed. Which that wasnât a possible thing. Â
âDude! I did! At the end! Once!â he squawked, looking put out. But Frank wasnât wrong. Heâd done a pretty awful job of defending himself. Or putting up a fight as any sort of magic user. He sighed and slumped backwards, shoving half a cookie into his mouth. He was going to have to do so many laps for all this he was eating.  âUh, dude of course. I mean my hiding plan was really just like...under your bed? Youâd feed me and hide me right?â he asked with a fake little pleading voice. He waggled his eyebrows. Â
âAt this point, Iâm just looking forward to going back to Oxford and sitting on my balcony and being incredibly relaxed.âÂ
















