Franksmash!
Alice found some humor in the fact that she'd just put her baby down for a nap, and was now going to go wake up her husband from his. Very little humor, but it was there, and as she sat on the edge of their bed (she'd taken residence on the cot in Neville's room the night before), she wondered if she should give Frank another hour or two to get...whatever it was, out of his system. Alice immediately dismissed the idea; what ever had gotten into Frank last night was not going to be forgotten any time soon.

She let out a breath from her nose and looked down toward the head of her bed, and at her sleeping husband. Alice was sure she'd never seen Frank like that, so---callous, and unmercifully violent. It scared her, she'd admit, and she didn't know what to do about it. Alice had heard all of Frank's ranting and raving about Will Jugson, and while Alice did believe the man's loyalties lied with Lord Voldemort, she didn't...she couldn't understand Frank's obsession. Maybe there was more to it that he didn't let on, or tell her, but she'd never have thought it was have escalated to the scene she'd been witness to last night.

Letting out a breath, Alice stood and moved over to the head of the bed, dropping down again to help pour the reviving potion into Frank's throat. She stayed by his side, hands folded in her lap as she waited for him to wake up. Alice looked straight ahead, her tongue twisting thoughtfully in her mouth.