frank had been admittedly tense since the announcement on monday might. he’d been one of the first to eagerly pile into the classroom ms. pendergrass had set for her guest lecture, and he’d been one of the first to worry. he’d spent that afternoon scouring the castle for something, anything that might help with no luck, and he’d nearly shot out of his seat when dumbledore confirmed the worst. now, it was thursday, and the atmosphere in the castle was still grim, if not a little antsy. frank, like many others, wanted answers, and none were being given and he woke up every morning with his fists balled at his sides in pure frustration. this morning it had taken him longer to calm his breathing, thus when he entered the great hall, the benches were already stacked with students. winding his way through the tables, frank was just passing by a group of seventh years when he overheard the words that put a stop in his step. ...ran away, the bloody coward. me dad says she was no use anyway, probably realised she was fired for a reason and she had nothin’ to tell us. reckon they’ll find her drunk in the back of some pub on sunda---
❛ don’t you DARE talk about ms. pendergrass that way, ❜ frank snapped, turning on his heel to stand above the boys who thought they’d been having a private discussion. ❛ she was the youngest head of the auror department britain’s ever seen, and what, you think she got there on luck? she had more --- has more talent in her left toe then you have in your entire body. ❜ fists balling at his side again, frank could feel the built up frustration and anger spilling from his every crevice, and while the boys on the receiving end seemed to find it funnier than intimidating, he had no intention of stopping. ❛ talk about a missing woman that way, and people are gunna start turning their eyes on you. you’re a right git, and i think you should give a little more respect to someone who was just tryna help. ❜ his breathing now heavy and erratic, frank noticed when the boys eyes flicked behind him and the gryffindor turned to see another student waiting to get past him to a free seat on the next table. relaxing his fingers, franks eyes fell to the ground, his breathing still heavy as he mumbled, ❛ sorry. ❜