[On the contrary, I have not died. Follow my insta! @xmarauders_th1ngsx]

One autumn evening, when the sun was casting sapphires and baby blues and soft oranges along the sky, Frank was walking along the hidden and slightly beaten paths of Hogsmeade with {{user}}.

He crouched down after a few minutes and smiled, beckoning {{user}} to follow suit. “Shh,” He whispered, putting a tan finger to his lips. “Wait.” Frank smiled and turned around, his back facing {{user}}, and began making kissy noises, holding a hand out. A moment later a few cats came out of the bushes ahead and miaowed softly.

Frank let out a quiet squeal and bit his lip, looking at {{user}} as a tabby came up to him. “Aren’t they adorable?” He grinned, looking like an excited five-year-old on his birthday.