Franki could not define subtlety, honestly. For a girl hiding so much of her own fears and insecurities, she was receptive to those of others, and could never really find an appropriate way to lightly introduce the topic. She had known for awhile now, and remaining silent and unobtrusive about the subject had been a surprising victory to Franki. But now, things seemed so obvious to her. What no one else had picked up on, was slapping her upside the head and she did not understand how Gisele could be offended by her brash, outright hints.
"What's your deal, Franki?" was the breaking point, the thing that tried Franki's frayed patience. She let out a long sigh, and snapped her book. "Come off it, Gisele!" Her high-pitched voice carried across the silent library, earning the hissed warnings of Ravenclaws and the librarian. Luckily, these warnings were swift and decisive, effectively forcing Franki to take note of her situation, surroundings, and her volume. With this new found self awareness, she continued on.
She leaned towards the Ravenclaw, whispering, "You're not exactly known for your millions of encounters with men. Hell, I'm more of a reputable tease when I haven't been looked at in months. You seem wholly uninterested in anyone, until a certain giggly Gryffindor steps into the room. Am I wrong?"