 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Only a few more months and he would be a full-fledged Auror. Frankie was counting down the days, all while keeping up with training and getting a better grip on the whole dad thing (now that Hady was pregnant again). There were some days he felt that the training was easier. Dark wizards didn't need diaper changes -- and Merlin knew that the latter was the worst.
But the absolute worst thing that could happen involved tagging along on a mission with one of the Aurors and coming back empty handed because the crook decided to move shop elsewhere. There hadn't even been a big showdown, no spells casted, no punches or side-kicks. Just showing up at the scene to be nothing but disappointed and left needing to hex or punch something.
Needing to get the unused adrenaline out of his system, the blond made a dash for the exercise room the moment the team made it back to the Ministry. The punching bag had his name on it.
Or, rather, it had Cambridge's on it first. "One of those days, Lex?"
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