Frankie clapped and cheered, as was expected, when just the name [I]Ravenclaw[/I] was mentioned. She was more so cheering for the idea of food, but having more kiddies around wouldn't be bad, right? Well, she was probably wrong. Frankie was okay with [I]some[/I] younglings...but she didn't have the patience for them. Which was saying something because she had patience! With children, they were never at a good age. When they are a baby, they are [I]dependent[/I] on you and you alone, when they are a toddler they won't stop babbling, when they are a young kid - the five or six age range - they were super annoying. And then there were the ten through thirteen year olds who thought they were so cool and knew everything. Frankie really didn't like kids that much. Hell, Frankie didn't even like [I]herself[/I] when she was younger. The only younger beings she could stomach were the calm, shy ones that knew to be quiet and let her talk as much as she wanted. Those ones were [I]gold[/I].

The redhead tuned back into her surroundings and gave a sigh of relief when the table was flooded with food. She picked out her favorites - mashed potatoes, meat; anything really - and sipped at her pumpkin juice. She never really wolfed on her food, per se, but she was quite the messy eater and small mashed potato clumps would somehow find a way into her wild hair at some point. "So, what happened over there - y'know, by the door?"

Her question wasn't aimed at anyone in particular; Frankie just wanted information.