Frank really had no bloody idea why people kept on perceiving him as friendly and approachable these days. Did he look that way right now? No, no he was very sure that the surly glare he was sporting and dark cloud over his head were still very much present. But that didn't stop them, no no, everyone and their bloody mother had made a point to come and talk with him at least once so far. How was the appropriate? At all? And how could they be--- Frank couldn't help but feel an extra bit of spite if he spotted individuals laughing loudly.
It just wasn't right, this wasn't right. None of this made any sense; the Ministry, the laughter, James and Lily--- when he had thought about how everything would end, this was the absolute last way he imagined it. Everything, everything about the last week was just... completely unimaginable, and in the worst of ways.
Turning to his left, Frank noticed that Alice had finally returned and fount him. At first, he held his tongue. As much as he wanted to voice his thoughts, it wouldn't be right of him to pull his wife down even more after the near explosion that occurred in their house earlier about attending this bloody party. So, it took a few moments, but Frank finally did look up to Alice and move closer to her.
"You look very beautiful," Frank mumbled quietly, the best first attempt at an apology he could muster.
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