When: January 8th, 1982 Where: Outside the Ministry of Magic Who: Ludo & Frank
It had been a couple of months since Ludovic had started working at the Ministry, and he was still hating every moment of it. He was now able to easily find his own office, but if he deviated from his usual path he would end up hopelessly lost. As Quidditch season started, it was taking a bigger toll on him than he had expected it to. He missed his broom, he missed training, he missed his teammates. Being locked away in an office all day was not nearly as rewarding as playing was. Glancing at the clock for the millionth time that day, Ludo decided once his work day was over he was gonna take his broom out for a spin, visit the Quidditch pitch, try and feel at least some sort of normal.
As soon as five o'clock hit, Ludo dropped the quill in his hands and pushed himself away from his desk, not at all bothered by the stack of paper work he hadn’t started. There was always tomorrow, after he’d gotten a little time in on his broom. Leaving his office, slinging his jacket over his shoulders as he made his way through the hallways, waving goodbye to his colleagues on his way out. Managing to find his way out with no problems, Ludo grinned proudly to himself, hardly realizing he’d bumped into somebody else until they were saying his name. “Oh, hey!” He greeted, “I’m about to go get my broom and fly around the pitch, if you wanna join me.”
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Frank tried to go home as early as he could. Of course there were always emergencies that would pull him out of bed at some awful ridiculous hour, but he tried to spend as much time with Alice while she was still awake. But Frank—Frank couldn’t help but stay up late either way, and as soon as he stepped out of the office to take the Floo home, he had been greeted with someone whose jacket slung over their shoulder.
He quirked a brow at the request. The pitch? He hadn’t been on a broom since—first year probably. Perhaps any other time since had been on some drunken night that he didn’t remember, or by passing incident. He was tired, but thought better of himself—if only because the last few weeks (or months?) had been the same routine after he had come from work.
“I’ll join.” Frank nodded, as if the motion would increase his confidence behind his answer. There was a part of him that thought that, once the baby was born, he’d never have opportunities out of the blue to—do this. Even if he’d never think to do this. He still smiled though, cheerful and a bit excited amidst the snag he had hit: “But I don’t actually have a broomstick.”
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