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The smile was reassuring, giving him enough reason to assume that she was starting to calm down. While there was nothing she needed to worry about now, the Auror wouldn't have blamed her for not feeling completely safe. One did need to be cautious in Knockturn Alley, regardless of who the present company was. No one could really know what was lurking in the shadows or just around the corner. That was why constant vigilance was necessary.
"There's no need to repay me," Frankie replied, his voice cheerful despite the eeriness around them. "I'm simply doing my job." Well, sort of. It wasn't necessarily in his job description to be escorting lost wives and mothers out of the dark twisting alleyway, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He didn't want to think about what could have happened if he hadn't.
Around another corner the two went, strolling by the entrance to Borgin and Burkes. His blue eyes briefly glanced through the window of the shop before returning back to the cobbled street in front of them, knowing that the goblin's shop and the hag's cart were just up ahead. "So, what do you and your husband do for work? And how old is your son?" he asked, making small talk. "My wife teaches Creatures at Hogwarts, and I've got three girls and a boy of my own -- all teenagers, except for my little girl who's almost ten."
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