Frankie was uninterested in the rowdy manners of the other students. She didn't particularly cared about whatever had happened to whoever - she might have had a small inkling of curiosity, but she knew that with patience and friends, she'll figure it out soon enough. No, she was more focused on the aching in her stomach, the blush on Erasmus's face, and her overactive imagination that drew pictures across her mind. Despite her preoccupancy, Erasmus still continued to talk to her and she listened with a half ear. At times she would tune out as she did in most conversations, and at other times she would listen raptly. It was only when Roy caught her attention did she turn from Mussy to give her whole mind to the overdramatic headmaster. Secretly - or, more likely, not so - she wished McGonagall was still headmaster...The old woman seemed to be much smarter.