Sure, Frankie was still irritated that he had to come home earlier than the other students... probably just because his Dad was the Headmaster, but he was too hungry to stay irritated for too long. His stomach protested rather loudly when Frankie tried to ignore it the first time by playing with an imitation Snitch, making it float around the ceiling of his room. When his stomach made another plea for attention, he sighed and let the snitch fall to the bed in a quiet thump, pushing himself up and off toward the door.
He thought maybe he could catch some snippets of what was going on - figuring his parents would be talking, he tried to be quiet as he was coming down the stairs. What he saw however, was not what he was expecting! His Dad was holding onto his Mum very closely, talking in hushed whispers and his Mum was very red in the face.... like what they might look like after a snog!?
What the bloody fuckin hell is going on? he thought to himself just as he reached the notoriously creaky stair, alerting both parents to his arrival. Frankie watched them part rather quickly and his father turn away while his mother fixed her hair with a shaky hand. "Um... what's for dinner?" He tried for a quick, innocent, I-didn't-see-anything smile and descended the rest of the stairs, focussing on his trainers the whole way down.