Acacia Cornet - of course Frankie knew [i]of[/i] her, but she had never spoken to the girl. Frankie was one who was a bit below popularity standards: she was too honest, too out there, and always forgot names on a daily basis. She once became best friends with someone back when she was six and hadn't known her name for two straight weeks. So, Frankie never bothered with looking out for the popular ones. She enjoyed the juicy gossip they usually brought though. Acacia herself was never a part of anything bad, the epitome of perfection many in Ravenclaw had said (not that Ravenclaw worshipped her or anything). The redhead knew of a few people who talked to the younger Slytherin once or twice. 

Hogwarts was a beautiful place, this was a fact, but Frankie preferred the pictures of the old castle. The two Hogwarts had the same layout and essentially looked the same, but the old Hogwarts had an ancient feeling to it. Looking at it, Frankie thought of the things that could've happened there - the excursions of Harry Potter, the evils of Voldemort; it was all exciting to her. Arriving into the Great Hall, Frankie found her Ravenclaw friends and sat down, quickly jumping into a tale of her summer of Shakespeare and Homer.

"I hate Romeo and Juliet..." Frankie began, anxious for the beginning of the school year.