Frank wanted nothing more at than moment to yell and put his fist through the table. But what would that achieve? Absolutely nothing. Frank lifted his head and made a point not to look at Sirius - his eyes were glistening from tears he was trying to hold back. He downed what was left of his drink, and motioned for a refill. Oh, he was going to get so drunk tonight.
"If she ever comes here..." Frank said tersely. "I'll...." He rubbed his eye. "I fucking hate her. I fucking hated her before, and I fucking hate her even more now."