Needless to say, Frankie did not like losing or making a fool of himself. Both of which he had managed to do in mere moments because some Slytherin chick took advantage of him. He should have known better; they didn't call them sly for nothing. Even though he wasn't pleased about practically being a temporary servant to the girl, he had to at least be happy about finally knowing the whereabouts of the Room of Requirement.

But he had to admit that what the room presented itself as was dreadfully boring. All it was was floor and a bunch of mirrors. Frankie would have turned around and left had food not been present. Food was always good.

After grabbing some right away and plopping down on a beanbag, the Gryffindor started eating. The girl could go do whatever she wanted so long as he didn't have to participate in whatever she did in a boring room full of mirrors. A small sigh escaped him though. Of course she wasn't going to leave him alone. Not after winning a bet she knew he had no chance of winning the entire time.

He laughed when she asked if he danced. Did it look like he could dance? No, no, no. Frankie dueled and played Quidditch and stuff like that. Dancing was certainly NOT on the list. Nope. Instead of giving her an answer, he just continued eating as he sunk further into the beanbag. But he did speak one word to her, even though there was still food in his mouth. "Frankie."