Frankie was doing her usual rounds of the school, walking to stop thinking, a habit she had got into since coming back after break. She spotted the younger boy, recognising him vaguely. She wasn't one to take much notice, except he looked a little lost. Maybe even agitated? Making a bee line for him she gave him a friendly smile.

"You lost?" She asked him, raising a curious eyebrow at the strong smell of bleach coming off him. "Have you had a potions accident?"