Alice gave a quick nod, straining her ears to listen for anyone outside the bathrooms. "Oh, sweetie, we're both fine. Dad's at his desk playing Oregon Trail, apparently. He told me to tell you he loves you." She still didn't understand what the thing was, but Frank loved it, so she didn't care. "Neville, I need to ask you about a girl named Pansy Parkinson." She wouldn't give him too many details as she would never put him into more danger than was necessary, but she needed information, and her son was the only one who could give it to her.