Who: Frank and Sirius What: mentoring-y stuff. When: Saturday, lunchtime. Where: Half Moon Cafe, for starters. Warnings: TBA Status: Incomplete
There were a few reasons why Frank had decided to speak to one of the newer, younger members of the Order. The main reason, although he disliked admitting it because it made him feel old, was because Sirius Black reminded him somewhat of himself at that age. Actually, not even that age - but himself in his first through fourth years at Hogwarts. The way he might have been in his seventh year if not for his wake-up call. He was not intending to be Sirius Black's wake-up call - he was not some sanctimonious old man, thank you very much - but he did want the young man to survive, and hoped he wouldn't get in his own way. He did not expect to play an enormous part in that, merely gauge the likelihood of it. And help a little bit, if he could.
He stood in the short line at the Half Moon Cafe, intending to order a sandwich to take with him to the little tree-enclosed meadow nearby. There was not likely to be much in the way of eating actually being done, if Sirius Black wanted a practical, hands-on lesson, but that was alright. He had dueled on an emptier stomach than his was now. Besides, he was actually doing something truly, utterly useful for the first time since the new Minister had been put in place, and that eased Frank's nerves more than food ever could.
As he kept a casual eye out for the boy he was supposed to be meeting, he wondered idly which was going to be harder: being an Auror working for Voldemort's Ministry, or a student at Voldemort's Hogwarts. Neither sounded particularly appealing.