A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word count: 335
Frank watched them sneak out again. It was always those four; Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus. He knew they had made up nicknames for each other, knew they had inside jokes, and he knew they were hiding something big from everyone. He had started trying to put together the clues recently. So far, nothing was falling into place though.
He knew Remus had a habit of being ill around the full moon. Frank suspected he might be a werewolf. He had a feeling the other three were covering for him. That didn't help him figure out what their big secret was though, why they kept sneaking off throughout the castle at odd hours.
Sometimes he wondered what they were doing, sometimes he wondered what it would have been like to be part of their little gang. He knew that was impossible. They'd all met on the train on the way here. Frank was a year ahead of them. He wasn't like them, he wasn't given to mischief, wasn't given to seeing how many rules he could break in one night. He'd never set so much as a toe out of line. His mother would hear about it if he did. The thought of her finding out he'd gotten in trouble... he shuddered.
Tonight, tonight was different. Tonight he was tired of being the good boy, tired of following everyone's expectations of him. Tonight he was finally going to figure out what they were up to, once and for all. It wasn't a full moon, so all four of them were sneaking out of the dorm. He heard them whispering.
He slipped into the shadows, intent on following the four. He ended up losing them in an abandoned corridor. Defeated he started to slink back to the dorms, hoping no one would realize he'd been out after hours. Maybe next time, maybe he should just give up? Still, there was a mystery that needed to be solved, and Frank had always wanted to be a detective.
