 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
To bail or not to bail, that was the question. Even though Frankie had signed up for the field trip the moment it was announced, he wasn't so sure that he wanted to go anymore. He knew that she would be among the crowd, and the prefect wanted to do nothing but avoid her like he had been to the best of his ability the past month. The metaphorical wound was still open, and there didn't need to be any salt poured onto it. But the boy managed to talk himself into grab onto a portkey in the end. Arjeplog was a fairly big place, after all. Surely it was big enough for them both to go off and do their own things without any awkward interactions.
The want to vomit was real as soon as they all had landed. But the blond, however, managed to hold it together. Instantly blue eyes scanned the place, taking note of his surroundings. It was a bit chilly, but that he could easily handle. Plus there were dragons flying about and Swedes running around like a bunch of loonies to keep him preoccupied ... and then there was ...
Nope. Frankie's gaze quickly changed when he caught sight of Hady. From the looks of things, she was a bit preoccupied eyeing up the dragons, which the boy hoped gave him plenty of time to flee without being seen. While some old bloke was speaking, his eyes then spotted the red hair that belonged to Brooklyn. The boy would have avoided her too, but these were difficult times and she just happened to be the first person he recognized out of everyone else that was there.
"Come with me," he said with some urgency in his voice, grabbing onto her sleeve. "Now."
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