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Sirius wasn’t expecting much else to his night. He’d just locked up The Cake Walk and was headed back toward Muggle London where he’d parked his bike. He needed to have a conversation with Alex very badly. He and Zhenya had worked hard to keep the shop running in his absence, and Sirius couldn’t decide what hurt worst: that he hadn’t suspected and even kind of liked them or that there was no one to make baked goods. He’d done a day old sale and then a two day old sale to clear what was left of what they’d made before the wedding. The absolute shit show of a wedding.

He couldn’t in good conscience check with Alex while the man was in St. Mungo’s recovering, so Sirius had made do for now. He had up a big sign in their window, “Bakery closed, Bar still open.” It seemed to be doing the job, but he knew it would cut their donations a lot if a solution wasn’t found. Baking himself wasn’t a solution.

He heard a sound he would have recognized anywhere and looked up in surprise. He’d known James was taking things a little hard post-wedding, but Sirius certainly hadn’t expected him to start trotting down Diagon Alley as a stag.

“Prongs, you tosser,” he hissed as he briskly walked toward the stag standing there. “Someone will see.” 

Unlike typical James behavior, the stag skittered away from Sirius. He opened his mouth to yell at it when he saw Frank standing on the other side of the street. “Oh, um, hi there,” he said, cringing at how suspicious he sounded. James would owe him so much for this. 

“What do you think it-” Sirius had intended to provide an excuse, but he was cut off as the stag inexplicably opened its mouth.

After the debacle at the hotel and losing Vic, Kingsley had tried to give Al some space of her to mourn with her family. Losing a cousin was different than losing a friend. She deserved time to remain insular and figure out what she needed.

Then a few days had become a few weeks and it had taken him far too long to reach out to Alice. So he’d packed up some of his mum’s best rugelach, made a fresh batch of latkes, and grabbed a few bottles of their favorite elf-made wine. Elrond by his side, he Flooed over to Alice’s place. It wasn’t the first time he’d shown up unannounced and it certainly wouldn’t be the last time, but he did have a key and so it’s not like it was technically trespassing. 

Al’s place certainly now included quite a few of Frank’s belongings, Kingsley noticed as he made his way towards the bedroom. It was mid-afternoon so they probably were decent. As he went he noticed that Frank’s things had homes. And there was a wedding planning magazine on their shelves. And a list of names with the word ‘guests??’ scribbled on top.

Those little shits.

“Are you two moved in together?!” He asked, throwing open their bedroom door-- because it was definitely theirs and not just Alice’s-- unceremoniously. “And you didn’t tell me?!”

The best part about Sunday morning tea with Augusta Longbottom was probably every part of Sunday morning tea with Augusta Longbottom. After all, Augusta understood what Kingsley had to put up with in Alice and Frank. Namely, Alice and Frank and the elephant in the room of how in love they were. That, and she was a bloody brilliant checkers player. He needed more of those in his life ever since Emm had full out refused to play with him any more.

“Apparently, Al spent the Ball looking for Frank.” He said as he hopped one of Augusta’s pieces. “Did he go? I didn’t see him.”

“Of course he went, darling, do you think I would let him sit around at home?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him to get all dressed up then not go, if he knew Al was going to look gorgeous. Stage fright, and all.”

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“If you think the fact that you cheat at Scrabble isn’t making it into my Best Man speech, you are wrong.” He said as he flicked an offending tile at Frank’s head. “Also, you better strap in because it’s two pages already and I’m not done. It moved Anson to tears. Though that might’ve been the cats doing.”

Something was definitely up between Frank and Alice. Kingsley could tell. Call it years of their best friend, call it Auror Intuition, call it having functional eyes, it didn’t really matter. Something had happened between them since they’d both admitted to him they had Feelings of the capital ‘f’ variety for each other (and HA! he’d so called it, he’d called it so hard neither of them had appreciated the victory dance and it didn’t matter because he’d called it) and it was officially making their triad a bit awkward. 

Kingsley had had enough. He didn’t put up with years of their obliviousness just to watch them awkward their way out of actually doing anything. No way. His mother did not raise that brand of quitter. So maybe his plans of birthday forts and rugelach had somewhat nefarious intentions. Means to an end. 

“Birthday girl! Frankie!” he called as both of his friends made their way through the door of his cottage. 

Kingsley had gone all out on this fort business-- he had a twelve year old nephew, he could build a fort like the best of them. The entire living room and much of the dining area had been transformed into a tent made of pillows, blankets and little floating lanterns. Elrond had a little party hat on. It was time. 

“You ready for a fort party?”

OOC: oooh fun since they haven’t talked much, but were around the same age in school. Consider this AU since it assumes they dated at Hogwarts

Song: Supercut by Lorde @frcnked @jmespctters since he makes an appearance too.

Sirius lay on the couch in the common room, thinking about the night before. While he and Frank kept saying “one more time,” this kept happening. They’d run into each other alone in the Astronomy Tower or out by the lake, and things would happen. (Sirius would be lying if he said he wasn’t using the map to make sure they ran into each other a little more often.)

“This can’t continue,” Frank would say.

“I’m not looking for anything serious anyway,” he would reply.

Maybe he was.

“Oi!” James called as he flopped down onto Sirius’ legs on the couch.

He winced and drew them back in.

“You obviously got laid last night, so what’s with the sulky mood?”

Sirius just shrugged, images flashing through his mind of small kisses, of brushing Frank’s hair out of his eyes, of Frank pulling away before any clothing had even been lost.