4th person gets: A french kiss from my character.
She couldn't believe they were doing this. After her run-in with Dolohov the morning after Mary's disappearance was published, she'd talked with Frank who'd agreed that something had been fishy, and now here she was, playing lookout while he searched the man's office illegally. Please don't get caught. Please please please. I want to be an auror and I'll be a good one if you don't let them throw me into Azkaban.
She heard food steps in the corridor to her left and turned to see who it was and her brown eyes widened a bit. Fuck a duck. Thinking fast she moved away from the door even as she lifted her voice so Frank would hear her. "Well if it isn't the man himself. I just wanted to appologize for the way I was, you know, the other day?" He'd stopped at least. That was a good sign.
He made to nod and move past her and she panicked. Starting forward, she pretended to stumble, slamming her frame into his and driving them both into the French Ambassador's office. "Oh my! I'm so sorry. Sometimes I am such a klutz!" She saw him shaking his hand where he'd obviously knocked it into the door and she caught it. "Oh poor thing." She pressed a quick kiss to it, soothing it before she stepped back. "Better? I know it works on Dora." She offered, before she whirled and dashed from the ambassador's office without a backward glance.
When she rounded the corridor to find Frank waiting, she collapsed into him. "I think there is a reason we are not spies my love." She panted, before leaning back. "Did you get anything?" When he shook his head, her nose crinkled. "Damn, well come on. I need to go wash off my mouth. I think I contaminated myself..."
