#frank 1

“See, if you’re day-drinking, and you’re really fucked, and you lie on the floor of my flat, the music from downstairs rattles right into your skull.”

Dorcas started, dropping her book in her haste to reach for her wand. “Jesus — fucking — Christ don’t sneak up on me!” Her heart stuttered as she took in the tall wizard. But no, this couldn’t be him, this was that Masters student who looked incapable of hurting a fly. Still, she watched him closely, hand tight around her wand. “Well? Do you always creep about?”

“Fancy seeing a place like this—” Andromeda stopped, realising she’d already mucked up the saying, but then forged ahead. “—around a bloke like you. Or whatever, you know the one.”