Emmeline! ftw!
They were all going to get twenty copies each of this picture, Frank just knew it. Not that he particularly minded that fact (though between him, Alice, and all the other copies she would have made, that meant they at least would have sixty copies floating around), it was just... a lot. And sometimes, a lot of extras meant making them into something else. Like a scrapbook. Multiple scrapbooks. And don't get him wrong, he liked Alice's scrapbooks, just not helping her make them.
Honestly, he was doomed either way, so there was no use trying to do anything about it. Though it was entirely possible to hide a whole room of lost pictures in there house without her ever finding them...
Frank thought about this (and not a certain recent quidditch loss that was certain to burn in his mind forever), with his cup high near his mouth. His eyes wandered across the small gathering (because Alice told him he had to stay here until everyone left), looking for--- ah, yes.
With nothing less than a wide smirk across his face, Frank waltzed away from the drinks table. "Emmeline, I need to talk to you," he said sternly, using the most convincing auror voice possible as he placed himself between his cousin and her--- Caradoc Dearborn. Frank didn't glance over his shoulder at him, though he was quite sure the other Order member was trying to kill him with his mind. Oh, he loved it. "Now." And without her response, Frank grabbed onto her elbow to tug her back to where he had been standing before.
Yes, he definitely loved this. Frank's face quickly released smoothly as they were out of earshot, and he smiled. "So what's new?"
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