*Anger darkening his expression, Frank looks between the three. Bloody figures, the Marauders leaping to each others' defense, just like in school. You say a word against one and you get the whole fucking pack at your throat. On reflex, Frank looks to his left for Gid, for the level-headed backup he always chimes in with - and past his left, to Fabian for a smart-arse remark to put the others in their place.
He looks to his left, and for an instant, the sight of red hair promises support, the other two-thirds of a trio solid since childhood. He feels, for the first time in days, secure. But it's only Arthur, drawn and silent and exhausted-looking, and the twist in Frank's chest when he realizes it feels like walking into the twins' flat all over again.
Grief rising with bile in his throat, he swallows down hard and clenches his jaw, looking to Alice miserable and furious and wanting equally to break Lupin's nose and to go home.*
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Date: 2012-01-02 02:28 am (UTC)He looks to his left, and for an instant, the sight of red hair promises support, the other two-thirds of a trio solid since childhood. He feels, for the first time in days, secure. But it's only Arthur, drawn and silent and exhausted-looking, and the twist in Frank's chest when he realizes it feels like walking into the twins' flat all over again.
Grief rising with bile in his throat, he swallows down hard and clenches his jaw, looking to Alice miserable and furious and wanting equally to break Lupin's nose and to go home.*