Pick up the pieces [Frankie]

An unamused Brigitte walked around the library dreading her detention chore. It all started in potions class when one of those Slytherin boys started speaking to her. Brigitte was a girl with little patients and strong morals. There were many things that could send her flying off the handle, but she would not tolerate ignorance. Some children were from pure families and she herself wasn't, it was no reason to call her a half breed. Insulted she took to her muggle ways and lunged forward punching the boy in the face. Hence detention. A pile of books in hand she made her way around the library. Brigitte had rearranged a few shelves in alphabetical order already. Just brilliant, she thought. This would take her hours. The veela needed some kind of distraction, this she knew.

Ice blue eyes skimmed her surroundings. There were limited students she would actually make conversation with. Ever since she first stepped foot on the Hogwarts express she was skeptical of whom she allowed to be her friend. Brig kept her cabinet tight only having one best friend and a small group she could tolerate being around. The girl was far from being anti social, she just didn't do drama and had some trust issues. The only person she could be honest with all the time was Frankie Greene. Her best friend, the two had established a friendship early on, and it lasted til present day. Of course Frankie was more controlled then her, but she did enjoy his company. There was never a dull moment between she and the Ravenclaw keeper. Where the heck was he when she needed to be entertained?


Brigitte walked a bit faster rearranging books on the shelves. The boring part about detention, was the fact she could not use magic. A chore was punishment, and it was a shame the prefect was in this situation. Prefects had responsibility, and she hated that. It was like pedestal she could never climb. The girl could be quite reckless therefore it must have been her straight O's that earned her this title. There were some boys whispering over in the corner about her. The red cheeks, and those goo-goo eyes they gave her were pathetic. She chuckled to herself, giving a slight wave to please their egos. Brig did enjoy watching them blush, and stammer though their words at times. A thrill of hers was to purposely do this to him. Her veela 'charm' was always an addition. Brigitte couldn't help to think of it as a curse at times. It often made her very skeptical of whom she crushed on. More then half the time boys only were drawn to her, because of what she was. Men never knew how dangerous it was playing with her feelings in general. Brigitte couldn't imagine herself displaying emotions on the topic, but if she did things could get messy. At least she had some entertainment while she worked.

Soon she was finishing up the last shelf, tortured by the fact all she could smell were old books. New books, and just ink. It was about time to rap up here as she took her leave out of the library. Brig walked the halls with confidence soon making her way to the towers. Up the spiral staircase and she was soon in the common room. Her blue eyes glanced around not seeing many faces. Where had everyone gone? It was late in the evening, for the most part, only a couple students lingered in the common room tonight. Brigitte walked to her dorm quickly getting into her purple pajama shorts and a tank top. She grabbed the Daily Prophet on the foot of her bed and went back to the common room. There she walked over to the large leather couch and turned her back to it, falling back. The girl squeaked and now was upside down skimming through the news paper, reading up on trash in the media.

The sound of foot steps caught her attention as she sat up spotting Frankie. Her cheeks were red due to the fact she had been laying upside down, yet she wasn't concerned with her fact. The look on his face was the one she was concerned with. Brig hadn't spoken to the boy since he last told her he was going to meet Albus, his crush, after he spent some time at the dance with her. He had mentioned something about drinking and she knew how close they were. "Frankie!" She chimed out, getting to her feet and skipping over to him. "Bonjour mon ami." She said wrapping her arms around him, hugging him for a good moment, before kissing his cheek. Brigitte took his hand and lead him over to the couch taking a seat. "Sit, talk with me?" She asked enthused petting the spot beside her. She crossed her lengthy legs and said Indian style awaiting him to join her. "I have not spoken to you since ze other night at ze ball. Everything go perfect with your friend, no?" She asked in her French accent, cocking her head. Brigitte wasn't one to beat around the bush, and he knew this. She wanted an answer she'd ask. No point in procrastinating, she didn't have patients for that. "You can talk to me, you know that." She explained running her finger down his jawline, trying to reassure him with her cheeky smile.

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Frankie was tired. He had just finished Quidditch practice and was more than ready for a hot shower. He had gotten a stern talking to from Mattheus that evening for slacking in his performance, but Frankie had been dwelling too much on the night of the Valentine's Day dance, and what had happened during the time he could have been dancing the night away with his friends. He had been trying really hard to keep his mind on his studies and the practice he’d just come from, but he found it a bit too hard when all he could think about was the night of the dance and what had happened.

He has been avoiding Albus outside of class for the last couple of days, but that was because he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around it all and what he was going to do about it. All in all, he was afraid that Albus would claim it all as a mistake, or just drunken flirting, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle that. Frankie knew that alcohol could make many a men and women do and say things they wouldn’t normally do on their own, and he also knew that alcohol made Albus flirty. Had he fallen victim to it, or had it all been real?

Leaving his broom in the broom closet in the Ravenclaw locker room, Frankie slowly made his way back up to the castle and up to his common room. A shower and his bed sounded pretty good right about now, even though he had some homework to take care of as well. He doubted he’d do any of it tonight, but he could always try to. What was the harm in trying? Frankie sighed to himself as he climbed the staircase and, finally, arrived at his common room entrance. He listened to the riddle of the week and gave his password before trudging in. there weren’t many present but he did notice his best friend Brigitte was there.

She seemed to notice him as well and called out to him, her similar French accent making him smile. It always felt good to hear someone else speak with the same accent he had. If anything, being around her only made his more prominent, and he sometimes noticed that it was the same when he was around her. “Hey, Brigs,” he said to her with a half-smile as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. The hug felt good and he almost didn’t want to let her go, though he did so he didn’t call attention to himself and his current mood. He smiled when she kissed his cheek.

She took him by the hand and led him over to the couch she had been sitting on and told him to sit and talk with her. he wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but he obliged her as any best friend would. He dropped down beside her and sighed when she told him she hasn’t seen him since the other night and asked if everything had gone all right for him the night of the ball. “Yeah, I know. I haven’t really talked much to anyone since the dance actually,” he said guiltily. Now he realized that he’s been avoiding both of his best friends, though one was completely by mistake while the other had been intentional.

“Yeah, I know,” he said when she assured him that he could talk to her if he needed to. he smiled when she traced his jawline with her finger, and found himself relaxing almost involuntarily as she did so. “I just, it’s just… it’s complicated,” he said as he then ran his fingers through his hair. “Something happened that night,” he told her in a low tone. She knew of his crush on Albus – she was the only one – and he knew she would know what he was talking about. “but we were totally drunk off our asses,” he told her, his eyes cast downward. “I guess I am just unsure of whether he really meant it or not, you know?” he said to her.

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he is wearing his quidditch uniform

Brigitte wondered why she never got into the sport of quidditch. Perhaps it was due to her aggressive behavior, yet if that were the case she should have tried out years ago. Contact sports were aggressive, she remembered being in the hospital, cheering for hockey and football, though muggle sports she enjoyed the thrill. Being a half blood had it's perks she couldn't help to think. Brig would always be Frankie's number on cheerleader. Even if she didn't like the prissy title she held it for him. As her arms were wrapped around his body, she could feel the fact that he didn't want to part. After knowing him so long, she could sense this type of thing, so she stayed there holding him a bit longer. Something must have been on his mind, or he just wanted to be held. Whatever the case she obliged. Frankie looked handsome in his uniform, she examined the threads while she was close to him. The smell of a boy whom just sweat out a practice lingering on his body. Brigitte didn't mind, it just meant he was athletic not to mention, well sculpted underneath his shirt.

When breaking the hug, and leading him over to the couch she wondered what was on his mind. His tone seemed a bit down and she couldn't help to want to cheer him up. Brigitte twirled a lock of her magical hair around her finger listening to his statement. Frankie was well aware he had been absent since the night of the dance. "You just disappeared of ze map, no? You can't avoid me that easy" She stated, knowing that night he was suppose to return and speak to her about his little date with Albus. Brig was the only person that knew of his crush on Albus, she found it sweet. Had she even though Frankie would tell Albus about his crush? Not in a million years, the boy was too scared to lose more then his secret. Brigitte knew Albus meant a lot to him, the complexity of a friendship turning into something more, was beyond her. Brig knew it could end in downfall, and she would be dealing with a broken Keeper. This was why she kept his secret as much as she hated secrets. Brig knew it meant the world to him and if she could keep this one, she could keep any. There was trust between the two.

As brought her finger to his jawline seeing him relax at her touch. It was times like these she was happy he wasn't attracted to her. If her veela charm wasn't there she wondered if she'd even phase him in the past. Brigitte was a dangerous girl for the male population, this was true. "Complicated?" She asked listening to him, attentive. When Frankie mentioned something happened that night she smiled to herself wishing for the best. The boy's words soon had her smile fade away. When people were drunk it was common for them to act certain ways. There were lovey drunks, snappy drunks, some were flirty, some were rude. Actions were another thing, and now she feared the worst because if Albus didn't take things serious, Frankie could be devastated. She knew deep down if Frankie were drunk, he would still take everything to heart because that's how the boy was toward Albus.

Being the witness of the way Frankie often spoke of Albus, and the way the two acted regularly she knew he loved cuddling with Al, and somewhere wished it wasn't platonic. As he looked down she moved closer pulling his head to her shoulder. She ran her finger through his hair soothingly listening to the rest of his words. "That is a tough one, you know when people say or do things when they are drunk, sometimes those words or actions come from the heart. I hope for you this is the case." Brigitte explained looking into the fireplace. She needed to be more help then that, she loved to help others though she didn't do female drama. Problems were different. "Frankie can I ask you, both sides. If they were just drunk actions how you would handle it? Then if they were sincere how would you react?" Brigitte asked looking down into his brown eyes, higher then him due to way she positioned his head on her shoulder. Her fingers were entangled in his greasy hair, but she didn't mind. She was more concerned with his feelings at the moment.

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He laughed softly when she told him that he couldn’t avoid her forever and he nodded his head in affirmation of that comment. “Oh, I know,” he told her, “and I also know that you would never let me avoid you for a long period of time,” he said as he playfully nudged her with his elbow. “Hell, you’d probably go all veela crazy on me if I even thought about trying,” he joked, though not being serious. He knew that she was only part veela, so she wouldn’t be able to become that vicious crazy woman a full veela could become, though he knew she had a temper that was one not to be trifled with. It was one of the things he adored about his female best friend. It also made him glad that she never turned that fiery anger on him.

He nodded silently when she repeated what he said, almost as if she didn’t understand how it could be complicated. She knew of the situation, or at least of how he had a huge crush on Albus, and has had one for a number of years now. As his other best friend, he had told her because he needed to tell someone, even though he didn’t like the fact that anyone else knew. She had sworn to keep his secret, even though she hated secrets, and he was more than relieved that she had done so against her own personality and distaste for such things. She knew it was important to him and that was why she did it, only increasing his platonic love for her even more. She was always there to help him, to let him vent about it to her, when she knew he needed it.

He told her the general idea of it all. He didn’t think she needed specifics because he was sure it would only make him blush the shade of the Gryffindor colors. He closed his eyes when she ran her fingers through her hair and listened to her as she spoke, giving her thoughts on the matter. “I know, and I keep telling myself that, but I know he gets like that when he’s drunk, so I’m not so sure this time,” he told her. She then posed a question to him that caused him to sigh rather heavily as he shrugged his shoulders. “I’d have to get over it and try to still be the best friend to him I’ve always been, even though it would hurt more than I can say,” he told her. It would be cataclysmic for him, but he’d have to get over it eventually, right?

He then took another deep breath and looked up into her blue eyes, smiling softly at her. “On the other hand, if it was all real and sincere, and he really meant everything that happened, then I guess I’d be very happy, and try to see if we couldn’t maybe take it somewhere else,” he told her. “I mean, I can’t say this is one of those forever things, especially since I’m not even sure of the limits to my own feelings, but I do know that I would like to see where it would go. That isn’t something one just walked away from when the feelings were that strong, you know?” he said as he continued to stare up into her eyes. “And as much as I want to know if it was real, I am afraid to find out because I don’t know what I’d do or say if he thought it was all a mistake,” he answered.

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he is wearing his quidditch uniform

The smile on his face was what she was trying to accomplish. When the boy first entered the room he didn't seem to look too happy, but who would after quidditch practice? She knew he loved the sport, but when something was wrong she had a sense that indicated a problem. Often Brigitte felt like the den mother off all her friends, giving advice and helping when she could. Of course she had her flirty moments, and could speak words to make a boy grow weak, but over all she was herself. Someone no one could change, and nothing would take away the way she felt for others. Growing up she was placed with all those who were said to be misfits, as if there was something wrong with them, this was when she became aware of her ability to care. Though reckless and impulsive she'd always be there for a friend they called her name. No, Frankie Greene couldn't escape her forever and he seemed to know that. At his words she gave him a smile, "Well if you don't want me to go veela crazy then you need to check in, I just worry about you." She explained wide eyed, showing concern in her bright blue orbs. She had a big sister instinct after all, that wouldn't be satisfied with the casual excuses, of why someone was okay.

Frankie was her little brother's age, though he was much more mature and she had small flings with Frankie, she loved him as a little brother. Maybe in a different time they could have been more, but after going through the friendship she wouldn't change how they acted toward one another. It wasn't always her holding him speaking on his feelings, he was also a voice of reason to her, and what kept her from being careless. The girl who had one more year at Hogwarts with no direction toward a future had someone who believed in her, and this increased her platonic love for him. As Frankie spoke on his concerns about how Albus was when he was drunk a frown crossed her lips. She knew alcohol had an effect on people, she herself had done some things she was not proud of on alcohol. It was only for fun, and life went on no matter what happened. Her sensitive side only showed out of love, but she knew even if Frankie didn't have his way, he was strong enough to survive. After all he watched Albus be with that other Gryffindor boy she'd like to get her hands on. That wasn't the point at the moment and she just help him close, while he continued to vent.

When the boy spoke of each reaction she continued to run her fingers through his hair. Frankie would be happy if he ended up with Albus, she knew that. Yet she just hoped it wasn't the other way. Feeling like things were a mistake, would crush him and she knew that. Brigitte would be there to pick his the pieces but she just hoped she wouldn't see Frankie hurt. It wasn't fair to see one with such good intent broken. "Frankie no one could ever think you were a mistake, your really too sweet for that, and no matter how much Albus could say you were only friends, you think he could go without noticing how much you care for him?" Brigitte asked looking into his brown eyes. "You two sit on each other laps for Merlin sake, I think your a blinded by your own stubbornness, you fail to see what a amazing person you are." Brigitte went one as he push a strain of her hair behind her ear. Frankie was a bit insecure and she could see this in him. "If he doesn't see it the hell with him, you deserve so much, and if you want him, then you make him yours." Brigitte said stubborn as she reached under the couch cushion pulling out her chocolates. They were grieving food as far as she was concerned. The girl took one out and shoved it in Frankie's mouth. "Now cocoa will make you feel better." She vowed eating one on her own. Yes she was over protective of him, and if he didn't know it he sure did now.

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Frankie couldn’t help but chuckle when Brigitte told him that he better check in if he didn’t want her to go all veela crazy on him. “All right, I will. No need to threaten me,” he said playfully. In truth, he knew that she couldn’t go bona fide veela crazy on him since she wasn’t a full veela. Merlin help the entire castle if she was though. He wasn’t so sure he’d be able to hold out from her charms either then, and he was glad that he could, though he was sure that was because he wasn’t as into girls as he was guys, but that was neither here nor there at the moment. In fact, his thing for guys is what had put him in the situation he was in right now.

He felt a bit weird having this conversation with Brigitte, but she was his other best friend so there was no one else that he could talk to about this. And if he couldn’t talk to her, then he knew that he would just let it all brood inside of him until he drove himself completely nutters. He knew that she would be able to give him the right advice, and be as unbiased as possible while doing it. That was also another reason why he was glad he had her there to talk to about this kind of stuff, not to mention that she is the only person to know that he had a big crush on his best mate, one he wasn’t so sure he should have at all.

She started to speak, after he had told her all he thought about the situation, and he listened intently to her words. He smiled at her when she told him that no one could ever think that he was a mistake. It felt good to hear those words, but he couldn’t rid himself of that nagging feeling that it could happen, and what had transpired between him and his best friend that night was on good contention to be considered exactly that. “Oh, he knows how much I care about him. I don’t think he’s ever questioned that, but there is just a big difference between caring for him and being with him,” he said with a soft sigh. He hated feeling so negative about this, but he just couldn’t help it.

He felt himself blushing when she mentioned that they sit on each other’s laps all the time. She was right about that, but that had always been done in a friendly way, right? He shrugged his shoulders when she told him that he was blinded by his own stubbornness and that’s why he didn’t see how great he was. It wasn’t that e thought so poorly of himself, but this was a very delicate situation. Albus was his best friend and has been as such for years. Had they both just thrown away that friendship because of what happened that night? He didn’t want to believe that, but he couldn’t shake that feeling. It was maddening. He wished he could learn the truth without having to ask, though he’d never ask anyone, not even Brigitte, to find out for him. He wasn’t that cowardice.

He couldn’t help but smile widely at her when she said to hell with Albus if he didn’t see how amazing Frankie was. He thought on her words about making Albus his and Frankie shrugged his shoulders at her. “you say that like I can force him to be with me,” he said, finding himself uncomfortable with that thought,. All that did was make him think about Ben and the type of relationship he had with Albus up until recently and it bothered Frankie. A lot. He’d never do to Albus what Ben did, but Frankie also has a slight inclination that Albus likes that sort of thing. Why else would he have stayed with Ben as long as he did? “I do like chocolate,” he said as he took one and put it in his mouth.

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he is wearing his quidditch uniform