#* frank

     Frank took a three day vacation at the last minute for his sister Maude’s wedding, and the idea that he’d somehow betrayed Brady by not telling him he’d be gone was a sporadic, sort of intrusive thought. It hadn’t fully coloured the whole trip but he remembers it now as if he’d been somehow rude in not telling. It was a lie of omission, in a way.

In utter horror, Mary looks down upon the measly two knuts she’s been able to extract from the depths of her wallet -- with lower lip trembling, her stomach growls. “We’re gonna starve! This isn’t what I meant when I said I needed to diet!” 

“Fu -” she fumbles, face draining of all horror as the flash on her old muggle camera goes off with a crack, thoroughly giving her away, “- fudge. Sorry. Shit. Shoot. Sorry. It’s off, I swear!” 

Were she not so winded from sprinting across the busy street, she might have been able to play it off as a joke - but alas, Mary has never been smooth. “Huh? Oh --” her cheeks flush with heat as her eyes scan the flyer, only to realize that what she’d thought was a 'Lost Labrador’ was, in fact, a ‘Lawn Laborer’. Utterly awkwardly, she gives the flyer upon the post a quick pat. “I -- I knew that.”

“Hah! I’ll contribute. As long as you’re joking -- but hey, who hasn’t engaged in a little friendly attempted fratricide in their life? You are joking, though, right?”