It was dark and boring at Shady Pines that night. All Frank was doing was playing a game on the computer. What was it called? Oregon Trail? Yes, something like that. Apparently one merely had to guide their wagon across the United States of America. So far, his mother had dysentery, his father had a broken arm, and Neville had a fever. Figured. Stupid game. Quiet as the night was, he was still keeping an ear out for the slightest noise that was not coming from the clock on the wall.
Hearing the word Mum startled him, and Frank jumped in his seat. Instinctively he looked at his sneakoscope, his most favorite possession. When that was still silent, he listened for the words again, this time hearing someone calling for him. The mirror, he realized and dug through the coat he had to pull it out.
"Neville," he asked quietly into it before he grabbed his wand and cast a quick silencing charm around himself. Best not to let anyone hear. "I'm here, what is it? Are you all right, have you been hurt?"