 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Frankie wanted to be here ... but he also did not. He knew each of the band members, one of whom was his ex-girlfriend. Ever since seeing the announcement, he had been playing mental table tennis, going back and forth between the decision of going and not going to The Sirens' shindig. In fact, not even an hour ago he managed to convince himself to make an appearance. So, there he was, right at the entrance to the Room of Requirement.
Clad in a red jumper with a hand in his pocket, the blond gave the place a good look over once he had gone through the entrance. Needless to say, he was impressed. Even though every muscle in his body ached for him to turn around and mull around in the common room, he forced himself to move forward, inching closer and closer to the food and beverage table. He'd get some refreshments, listen to a couple songs, and leave. No awkward interactions or glances whatsoever.
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