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The day began by collecting Frankie and then driving the two of them out into the countryside on her motorcycle, and then subsequently spending the remainder of the day cruising around through the hills. Harper hadn’t intended for the entire day to be taken up doing that, but it was fun to let him drive for a while so she could actually take in the view. Being on the back of her motorcycle was a completely new experience too. Never before had she trusted another person to operate it whilst she was also on it, the only other driver having been her dad when she first brought it home to show it off. Apparently riding motorcycles and dragons was similar. Harper knew the truth was that he used to pull her grandad’s old bike, the same one she had managed to bust even more years earlier, out during his summers off from school and cruise around The Burrow on it whenever the rest of the family was out. Thrill seeking was in Charlie Weasley’s blood and had been transferred on to Harper as well, except that she opted for the tamer approach. Motorcycles weren’t nearly as volatile as a mother dragon around her eggs.

By the time they had finished driving around though, the sun had already set and Frankie suggested they pop into a muggle pub that he was fond of, and so that’s where they currently were. It had been a few hours already and the food and drinks were freely flowing, much more than Harper was used to but fun all the same. Frankie was a cool person and had a world of knowledge and experience on things she had never been able to do. All she had were the Weasley traditions and Hogwarts, and was just shy of two years working experience. Owning a motorcycle and having dragonologists for parents were by far the oddest aspects of her life compared to her coworkers and former classmates, but that was about it.

“Did I…Did I tell you what happened last weekend?” Harper stumbled over her words as she let out a loud laugh, remembering back to a week prior. “I was at the Hog’s Head, you’ve been there right? And some professor from the school thought I was a student! And I forgot my ID at home so she started grilling me and wanted to walk me back up to school so the headmaster could give me detention or something stupid,” she stopped so she could take a sip of her drink. “I don’t look fucking fifteen, do I? Because she thought I was.”

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FRANKIE HAD NEVER FELT MORE DETACHED FROM his shitty life than he did while riding Harper's motorcycle. Ever since that first time they'd met, it had become a sort of give and take. Frankie didn't know exactly what Harper was getting out of their little interactions, he certainly didn't have much to give, but he knew what she could give him. A minute away from his suffocating family, a reminder of the things he used to enjoy so freely. Now, his life was so regimented, so structured by his family's deep concern and fear of scandal. 

As the sun set and time slowed on another day, so did they. So, he did what he always did, and he suggested they go for a drink. The pub was so terribly human that Frankie felt immediately at ease. The twanging village accent so normal and calming. Frankie immediately ordered a pint and motioned for Harper to get whatever she wanted as he fished out his very thin wallet. Working for his family didn't pay as well as people might think. But, he'd be damned if he couldn't buy one good looking girl a single drink.

The booth they sat in smelled like spilled lager and old cigarettes, but Frankie leaned in to it, licking foam from his upper lip as he laughed at Harper as she dove in to a tale that lifted her cheeks and reddened her face. He waited until she was finished talking to answer her, his brows pulled in thought as he studied her face. "God no," He drawled, wrinkling his nose slightly. "That's a power play." He said confidently. "I used to see it all the time when I worked in the hospital." Frankie reached up and scrubbed his beard. "I look about twelve without this thing." He snorted, rolling his eyes. "Plus, the older you get the younger everyone else starts to look."  

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“Thank you!” Harper exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air, forgetting that attached to one of them was her drink, which easily spilled right down her arm and splashed off of the table. From what she could remember, that wasn’t the first drink she had spilled tonight, and at her current pace, wasn’t going to be the last either. Setting the drink down in the puddle of alcohol she had just created, she frantically looked around her for a napkin or cloth of some sort, only to find none. At that point, it was easier to lick the beer off her arm and deal with the stickiness later. So she did just that. “And then, when she finally got me outside, she restrained me. Like, tied my wrists up and everything. I wasn’t going to run, but I could have disapparated if I wanted to and she couldn’t have stopped me.” Thinking back on it in her drunken haze, it sounded like a good plan for the next time it happened. Which it probably would, despite Frankie saying she didn’t look fifteen. Dumb professors were still going to think he was. “But my friend Ares came out and saved me from her. He’s one of the bartenders there. He thought it was funny until she dragged me outside I guess. Asshole.” Harper rolled her eyes and picked her drink back up again, slamming the liquid down her throat.

Frankie had something about shaving his beard as she drank, and she shook her head as she stopped her drinking to breathe. “You better not shave that thing. It’s becoming of you.” The only lesson she had learned from that night was to make sure she always had her ID on her at all times. It was ridiculous to be treated the way she had been, especially by a professor, and all because she wanted to have a drink in peace. It wasn’t her fault that she had a baby face! “Maybe I should try growing one too,” she grumbled out. “So that people stop asking me questions too.”

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FRANKIE WATCHED WITH A SLIGHT SMIRK AS Harper gestured wildly with her hands, sending her drink sloshing down one arm. It seemed a common theme for her, but Frankie didn't mind as long as he wasn't the one being paid to clean it up. He leaned back in his seat with a slight laugh, his eyes following her chin as she dipped it and very boldly licked the residual beer from her bare arm. "Can I get you something?" He snorted, shaking his head at her, but he didn't move either. She wasn't quite finished. 

The story went on and his brows pulled together. What kind of idiot would bind someone's hands for mistaken ID? His expression screwed up. Wizard's, clearly. "Sounds like your friend saved the day." Frankie didn't bother commenting about disapparting, that was the sort of shit that flew right over his nearly-muggle brain. Harper tossed her drink back twice as fast and he wondered if she was nervous. "Hey, slow down or we're gonna need to walk home." Frankie said, while taking another drink, because though he preached, he didn't exactly know how to slow down either.

Frankie's hand stilled on his beard at Harper's flippant compliment, his grin maybe a little smug - it could have been the booze, but he was feeling a lot more relaxed than usual. "Don't grow a beard," He said, though his nostrils flared and his lips quivered with repressed laughter as he imagined her with a great ginger masterpiece. "You're face is... good as it is." His lips pulled down and he leaned forward, affecting an expression of seriousness. "It's 'becoming'." He drawled, before his face collapsed back in to a smile. 

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Harper leaned backwards into the booth’s bench as she observed the spill in front of her on the table, the amber liquid quickly spreading across it in a wider puddle. Frankie was asking her if she needed anything, and she blinked a few times at the table before looking back up at him, “I guess…a towel?” She blinked a few more times at him before picking up her bottle and moving it towards the edge of the table, away from the pool so it could eventually be cleaned up. A smaller moisture ring had already formed in the bottle’s new location, and Harper frustratingly moved it, to no avail. The darn ring was going to follow it everywhere!

“Yeah, I guess he did. But he also could have stopped it about ten minutes earlier and he didn’t,” she rolled her eyes at the memory of Ares smirking back at her from across the Hog’s Head bar, knowing that she was being grilled by a professor and needed his help. She didn’t know why she thought he would help to begin with, but at least he was late rather than never. “No, no. I’m fine. I could do with another though. I think this one is empty…” Harper trailed off, pulling the bottle back towards her so that she could stare into it disappointingly. Why did it have to go away so fast? That wasn’t exactly fair to her, because then she would have to get another one.

Frankie tried to convince her that she didn’t need a beard, and her eyebrows raised challengingly. “But it would be better with a mustache, no?” she teased, pulling the ends of her hair up to her face to mimic it. A few of the strands caught on her lips as she dropped it, her tongue sputtering to get them back to where they belonged. “And don’t laugh at my normal face. I didn’t say you could do that,” she warned drunkenly, unsure of where she was going with that statement. Putting two and two together wasn’t really working out for her right now, and it was easier to keep drinking and laughing than to try and make sense.

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WITH AN AMUSED FROWN FRANKIE TURNED HIS head in search of the towel she asked for. There was a bartender taking orders a few scattered waiting staff, but nobody nearby. With a sigh, he looking over the side of their booth and saw a silver box of napkins, he reached an arm back and snagged it, pulling a handful out and dropping them on the steadily growing puddle of good beer.

"At your service, madam," He said in exaggeration, swirling the damp napkins in the mess until they were sodden. He added a few dry ones on top. It looked a bit of a mess, but it was functional. Meanwhile, she drank her beer in earnest, and Frankie wondered if he'd finally found someone who could keep up with him. He leapt from the table without hesitation and ordered another two for each of them. Frankie knew he wasn't being smart, that this would screw them later when they needed to head home, but he rarely cared in the moment.

Juggling the bottles, he arranged them in the middle of the table with a quirk of his brows. "You asked," He warned her, clamping a bottle between his two fingers and lifting it clumsily to his lips as he threw himself back in to his seat. "A moustache?" He asked, unconvinced, but barked a laugh as she pulled her scarlet hair around, wedging it under her nose. "Yeah, okay I've changed my mind." His lips pulled down and he nodded loosely. "Never thought I'd be in to birds with 'tache's." He was being salacious now, not even trying to be subtle. The bottle pressed against his bottom lip as he took a slug. "But I ain't complaining nor am I laughing."

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Harper blinked and suddenly there was a pile of soggy napkins where the puddle of beer had just been. When had that happened? She looked towards the bar to see if one of the waitresses had come over and done it, and then back at Frankie, slightly confused. “Wait…” her eyes narrowed at him, “When’d you do that?” Another blink and he was sitting back down at the table, a new beer bottle in front of her. He was fast! Much faster than the wait staff was, that was for certain. It had to be the beard, for sure. Bars were so apt to ID her every single time she went for a new drink, even if she had the stamp of approval on her hand already. Now she was seriously contemplating using an aging potion whenever she went out, just to fix that little problem of hers.

Content that she had a new drink, she sipped on it, though not nearly as aggressively as she had been with the last few. There was a limit to everything, and this was starting to look like it was hers. She could barely follow the conversation anymore, aside from laughing at her own shortcomings the week prior, and was starting to have difficulty discerning everything around her. “Good thing I don’t actually have one. See? Poof. Gone.” There were still a few strands out of order, but that wasn’t going to matter in a few minutes already. The ride on her motorcycle home was going to be pulling it every which way.

“I think…” she started, trying to stare into her bottle to see how much liquid was left, surprised to see that there was less than half. When did she drink all of that? “I think it’s time to go home.” Harper pulled the keys to her bike out and slapped them on the table while trying to slide off of the bench. Her feet were wobbly beneath her, and she was using the corner to hold herself upright. “Maybe we should walk…” She was positive her apartment wasn’t too far away.

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THE DUMB LOOK ON HARPER'S FACE MIGHT HAVE been endearing if Frankie could see totally straight. With each slug of his drink his vision grew wavier and his coordination shot. But, he still laughed at her when she questioned him. "When you blinked. 'suppose." He fired back, the napkins discarded and soaked between them. He did not gather them up, it didn't even occur to him unfortunately.

"Jeez!" Frankie pretended to be shocked, leaning back in his seat with wide eyes. "Guess you really are magic." If she had actually used magic he'd have been far less good-humoured, but he was willing to stretch his good nature while happily buzzed and drinking. Did she know he was a squib? Frankie couldn't remember if he'd ever mentioned it. He never willingly gave the information up. Rather he staged a few vague comments until the person figured it out for themselves.

Frankie slugged the last remnants of his new bottle and grabbed his second, drinking way too fast to maintain speed but uncaring. At the sound of Harper's voice Frankie blinked blearily, his mouth pursed around a mouthful of beer. He swallowed it with a nod, watching the way she swayed slightly in her seat. She knew her limits, he did not. "Yeah, yeah okay." He fumbled over his words, chugging his second bottle and discarding it with a clatter on the table. He rose from the booth and stood for a moment while the room spun. "Fresh air," He muttered, drawing in a deep breath. "I don't mind a walk." Moving to her side he offered her his arm to get up.

Harper's keys Frankie saw from the corner of his eye, picking them up and stuffing them in to his back pocket lest she forget. "You live close by?" He asked her as they leaned up against one and other, using their combined weight like leaning towers. Frankie felt like he'd downed five bottles, his head swimming. He looked down at her and wondered if she felt it too. "Cause I don't..." He thought of taking her back to his parent's place and felt an overwhelming revulsion. He'd walk her home and maybe blag a place on her sofa if he was lucky. 

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“Oh…” Harper thought about it for a second, but it only served to make her head spin faster. “Suppose you’re right,” she agreed, immediately forgetting whatever it was that they were talking about. It was easier to move onto the next topic with her head spinning this much, and her new bottle of beer adding fuel to the fire. “One-hundred and ten percent magic. The authentic kind. Like, with a sticker for authenticity.” She had started to reach into her jacket pocket to produce her wand as proof but then remembered that they were in a muggle pub and that muggles didn’t do the whole magic thingy. That would have been a huge mistake! With the handle of her wand halfway out in the open, she caught the hand that was pulling it out with her other one, and forced the wand back to where it belonged, giving it a few reprimanding taps for almost exposing her and the entirety of the magical world. “Whoops! That wouldn’t have been good!”

She felt Frankie grab ahold of her as she wobbled at the corner of the table, somehow managing to keep her afloat and on her feet. That was pretty impressive considering that she knew he had drank more than her. Maybe that was his superpower: drinking a lot and not getting all wobbly while walking. Frankie asked if she lived close by and she nodded her head as she took her first, gigantic step away from the table, holding onto his arm tightly with both of hers. “Yeah…somewhere around here. I can just whisk us away once we get somewhere quieter.” Though now that she thought about it, had she ever tried to apparate while drunk? There was certainly a first for everything, and if it didn’t work there would be little bits and pieces of her and Frankie spread all over London. “But we can walk too, I think. It’s not that far away.” She continued pulling on his arm until they were outside, and then picked the direction that she was positive her apartment building was in, and started walking that way.

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MAGIC HAD NEVER IMPRESSED FRANKIE, ONLY proved to make him disagreeable and bitter. But, Harper had caught him half filled with booze and a little hopeful. He laughed her, the sticker of authenticity being of course, her wand. But, she had the meagre forethought not to whip it out in a muggle pub. Not that anybody would have noticed, too deep in to their pints to take care of such oddities. But, Frankie still flinched a little when she reached for it, an echo of an old self. He covered it with a boozy laugh.

Leaning against one and other, they exited the pub like two string puppets. Feet a little turned in but functional when pulled correctly. Frankie felt his grip on Harper tighten a little as they walked and she talked about whisking them away like it was easy. Like it was nothing. He was too drunk to react as he normally would, but also too drunk to cover it up keenly. "No." He said quickly, his other hand coming up to touch the arm she'd slipped in to his. "Please," His voice was a little gruff, a little too raw. "I don't wanna do that." And then he cleared his throat, like it was something stuck there that could easily be removed.

"We can just walk." He said firmly, and Frankie would have let her go had she insisted on her little bit of magic. He wouldn't be carted like non-magical baggage. But, she didn't fight him on it. In fact, she seemed to come to her own conclusion on her own, pulling on his arm until they were walking down the street and Frankie laughed a little. "Are you sure you know where we're going?" And he looked at her, her face red from the cold, her breath a misty cloud in front of her face. "You don't drink a lot do you?" He asked, because he was actually curious and she had this drunken happiness that only newcomers knew how to use. It was endearing. 

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Frankie sort of had a point: disapparating while drunk probably wouldn’t end well for either of them. Even if that wasn’t what he was getting at, Harper knew that she would probably be on the ground hurling her guts out the second they landed wherever her drunk brain took them. Doing it normally left her with a nasty queasiness, so there was no telling how she would end up in her current state. Walking was better anyways, and they both seemed to agree on that, despite it being a slow shuffle down the sidewalk, using the other as a balance to stay standing. She certainly hadn’t been this drunk in a while, if ever, so trying to put one foot in front of the other right was something she wasn’t used to doing. Holding onto Frankie’s arm as if her life depended on it was all she could really do at the moment.

He asked if she knew where they were going, and Harper looked behind them, seeing the pub not that far behind them. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I do.” Rifling through her pocket to produce her phone, it took a minute to unlock the thing and pop up her gps. If they hadn’t been out in public, a simple point me spell with her wand would have had them heading in the right direction in no time. “Where is this leading us?” she asked Frankie as she clicked home on the screen and shoved it up to his eye level. Telling left from right and north from south was literally impossible, and she knew she would be staring at it for ages without his help.

“Mmmm not really. I usually have to drive home after, so it’s not…it’s not worth it,” Harper explained, hiccupping in the middle of her sentence. For the wobbly state she was in today, she was certainly feeling good. The inevitable hangover the next morning hadn’t even crossed her mind yet, a rookie mistake on her part. “But I had to keep up with you today.” She gave him a nudge in the side, gripping onto his arm tighter. What did she even mean by that? She didn’t have to drink that much, and it had definitely reached a level of sloppiness never achieved by Harper Weasley before.

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THEY WALKED TOGETHER LIKE TWO LEANING towers, each one using the other to keep themselves upright as they lurched down the street. Frankie was used to this, this was his natural state. However, he wasn't used to getting this drunk in company. This was about the time he dragged his feet all the way to Nellie's and collapsed in to her flat without ceremony. The warmth of a body beside him was new, but not unwelcome. Frankie had to remind himself not to get too used to it.

He loomed over her shoulder as she fought with her phone, reaching over a few times to try and swipe when her clumsy fingers couldn't, but his vision kept doubling. When she pushed the phone in to his face he had to lean back, mouth open dumbly as he blinked until something became clear to him on the too bright screen. After a second, he carefully pulled the phone from her hands and stopped to stare at it thoughtfully, deciphering their next move. Luckily, Frankie was used to navigating drunk.

"Next right... then left... then we're straight on for a while." Frankie muttered, his words stretched and loose on his boozy tongue. He tightened his elbow around her arm and began pulling them along in what he hoped was the right direction. His other hand kept the phone in place, held out like a beacon that lit their path home. "Responsible," Frankie muttered, his brain split in two different directions, her voice and the road ahead. He did this all the time, he had to take charge. And the fact that she clearly didn't do this often was starting to make him feel guilty. Luckily, he was too drunk to care for too long. He could feel the shame later, when he was hungover.

"Don't-" Frankie's face scrunched and his feet tangled slightly, tripping and yanking them forward before he regained balance. "I'm a borderline alc... alcoholic," He confessed with a tired laugh, pulling hair from his forehead with his forearm. "Don't try and keep up with me." The cold made him hiccup, which was so stereotypical that he laughed again, chin tucked in to his chest. "That's a fight I know you'll lose." This was uncharacteristically honest of him, but he was drunk enough that it didn't seem to matter right then. 

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Her phone disappeared from her hand as Frankie took it to try and navigate them back to her apartment building. Harper only knew where it was because it illuminated Frankie’s face as he pulled it towards and away from his face. She had no idea what he was doing, but it looked funny and caused her to laugh at him. He didn’t even bother to lock the screen after telling her the directions, the fluorescent glow peeking from his swinging hand as they walked. It drew her in like a moth to flames. “Yeah…that sounds right,” she muttered out in response to the supposed directions. She didn’t actually know if they were or not, or if home on her phone was set to her new apartment or her parents’ house. Unfortunately in her inebriated state she didn’t really care where they ended up, as long as it was warm. The cold hadn’t bothered her when they initially stepped outside, but now it was starting to leak through her leather jacket, which was the worst thing to be wearing this time of year.

Harper had her hand on her wand in her pocket, half contemplating casting a warm air charm on the both of them, when Frankie said she was responsible. For not casting a spell? She couldn’t even remember what that was in reference to anymore. Regardless, it made her feel guilty that she even thought about doing that in muggle public, and she let her wand go again. Things were so much easier when she was in Diagon or at Hogsmeade. The Ministry wouldn’t get angry at her there.

A small stumble later and Frankie was telling her that he was an alcoholic. From what, drinking too much tonight? “Pssssh,” she waved her hand in front of her, dismissing his warning, “I can only drink like, three beers anyways. I’ll be fine.” It would have been nice if the cold air sobered her up though. A ride on her motorcycle would have been perfect, aside from the part where even standing up was difficult. At the same time, it was too cold to be riding it. She couldn’t make up her mind on what she wanted to do more, walk or ride.

Another turn (was this the right or the left Frankie had mentioned?), and Harper looked up to see her apartment building right in front of them. “Oh! Here,” she exclaimed, letting go of her death grip on Frankie’s elbow so that she could dig through her pockets for her keys. She liked that her apartment building was fancy and had an electric fob to get in the front door. It was the best sort of muggle tech ever. “My uhh…I think I left them on the…” she couldn’t find the words she needed or her keys, even going as far as to look behind her on the ground, as if they had followed them all the way from the bar. “Keys!” Harper blurted out at Frankie, looking up at him for some sort of answer to her problem.

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FRANKIE ALMOST FELT BAD FOR HIS BORDERLINE bad influence. The kind that seemed to infect his company. The brush Ronnie often tarred him with. Someone who couldn't stomach more than three beers shouldn't be hanging around with him, but he was so goddamn lonely. And, she was funny. In a goofy sort of way - for a witch, anyway.

He guided them silently through the streets, looking away from the phone intermittently to check on Harper. Though she still clung to him, it wouldn't have surprised Frankie if he looked down to find her eyes shut. Eventually, those big eyes focused and she pointed in to the distance, a tall tower of flats greeting them. Before even the phone could pinpoint their destination. He huffed a misty, cold laugh and pulled her tighter in to his side.

"Welcome back," He joked, crossing the road with a brief look left and right, practically carrying Harper across and in to the hollow of the buildings front. They were tucked in to the concrete covering, which helped the cold, but Harper's increasing fumbling was starting to make him nervous. "Your- keys?" He hiccoughed, scrunching his face and rubbing at his face in blind frustration. "Shit." He'd really messed her up now. Turning towards the row of buzzers, Frankie considered what he was doing before her pressed three in a row. "Someone's going to let us in, surely." He said with a helpless shrug. "This looks like a nice neighbourhood." 

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Obviously he didn’t know where her keys were, that would be a silly assumption to make even if she hadn’t been drinking all evening. Harper couldn’t even remember now if she had attempted to stick them in her bike’s ignition before deciding to walk home, or if they were left behind. Their disappearance wasn’t too much of a concern for her, because Frankie was half right: this was a nice-ish neighborhood, and she had been cordial with enough of her neighbors that maybe one of them would punch her in. Frankie’s decision to hit a bunch of the buzzers at once was one way to do it, but Harper grabbed at his hand to stop him from going at any more. “I have a number too…” she mumbled, her fingers sliding on the number pad. She’d used it exactly once herself, and usually it was reserved for her parents when they were stopping buy when she was out. The number was easy because it was her birthday, and tapping the pound button caused the door to buzz and unlock with a heavy clunk. “See? Don’t need keys,” she wiggled her eyebrows at him a bit, before yanking the door open and dragging him inside the building.

The lack of a front desk in her building made it that much quieter once they were in, and waiting for the elevator to come down to the lobby level took an agonizingly long time. Harper ended up sat on the ground, back against the cold metal of the elevator frame, her eyes opening up every time the lift dinged down a level closer to her and Frankie. “Wish I could just poof us into my apartment,” she yawned, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. “Then we could stop wasting all this time…” This time she stifled the second yawn, and used her drunken strength to get back to her feet as the door finally opened on their level. She stumbled in, taking a hold of the railing at the back of it to steady herself. “Fourth floor please!”

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