Dung!
Frank swung his body around in a tired manner, his eye fixed on the farthest wall in Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Five death eaters had just come through the supposedly secret door that the Order used to get into Diagon undetected. Good thing he had decided stop over there just to make sure something had been compromised--- when he had arrived, a man he vaguely recognized was throwing things from cauldrons to ice cream scoopers at the masked men.
Now that they were experiencing something of a lull (because Frank was very sure more death eaters would be coming through soon), he figured he should at least let the other man be aware of who he was.
"Auror Frank Longbottom," Frank spoke with a strained smile, one eye still fixed on the portal as he turned his gaze to get a good look at the other man's face. He was working, making it difficult to switch back to a more publicly relatable mode. Plus, the fact that death eaters had found out very secret Order information was a bit of a distracting fact. But there was no time to send out a patronus now, let alone in front of another person.
He blinked slowly for a few seconds, refocusing his mind back to the task at hand. Deal with death eaters now, then deal with a prospective security break in the Order later.
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