What the fuck, it was a fucking friday! Even death eaters enjoyed the spoils of fridays. He would know, Jugson would just never shut up on fridays about how it was, in fact, friday. So at least Frank would have assumed they would take the common courtesy to leave alone the holiest day of the week.
Obviously not.
Just as Alice was motioning him to hand Neville over to Molly, Frank was preparing to hand his son back over to his wife. "No," he sounded firm, shaking his head slightly. "You're staying here--- with Neville." It wasn't a completely ridiculous notion. Their son was barely a week old, Alice couldn't leave him here while she went out and faced who the hell knew what was going on in the center of London. If something happened to her.... no, it would be much smarter to send him out, and have Alice stay here for one more time. If the worst was to happen.
Frank had never held Alice back once when she was pregnant from whatever Auror duties she had wanted to do, he had made sure of that (unless it was completely ridiculous). Because he knew, when it came to situations like this, it would be important to actually speak up. So--- no, he was making an executive decision, Alice had to stay here, and he would go. It just wasn't--- she would understand that, wouldn't she?
"Please," Frank added in a slightly edgy tone, inching his arms out slightly toward Alice. Bringing the baby closer to her would definitely help, no matter how much Frank desired to have all three of them stay here.
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