 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
It was moments like these where he wished he had something to preoccupy himself during the awkward silence. The empty mug in front of him wasn't providing him with enough distraction, and he was at all costs avoiding eye contact with the Slytherin sitting beside him. He wanted to speak, but the recent events and realization made that difficult. Frankie could muster no words as things were still processing and he was trying to figure out how he really felt about it all -- the setup courtesy of Maggie of Zeke, things that weren't being said from Hady, everything.
And he certainly wasn't alone in that. That much he could tell from the girl sitting quietly next to him. Zeke deserved that kick to the shin, and Maggie deserved to be on the receiving end of his snappy attitude. This was probably the worst and most awkward Valentine's Day ever.
Blue eyes quickly glanced over at her when she spoke, picking up where he failed to continue. He remained still while she said what all she had to say. A stiff nod was given after she said her apology, and he definitely understood why she wanted to leave. After all, he was in the same boat. His plan was to finish off his butterbeer and then head back to the castle, but then Maggie and Hady made their appearances.
He carefully watched as she hopped off of the stool and buttoned up her coat. While she did so, Frankie ran a hand through his hair. "Okay," he whispered back at her, unable to say anything more. The blond's eyes returned back to the empty mug sitting on the counter. He remained in his seat, alone and quiet, for several minutes before he left the pub with a lot of buzzing on his mind.
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