Freya Rowle

Freya RowleSeventh YearSlytherin"Darling I'm a NIghtmareDressed like A daydream"

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carnifexmuggletum:

“So you have no problem with the fact that they are both being forced into this? That two children are just having basically the entirety of their adult lives fixed for them before they even finish their education?” Blandon could understand many things about Pureblood society but the arranged marriages? Those were deeply shameful. “I gave up caring about being becoming about half a bottle of champagne ago.”

“I don’t see either of them protesting. Who’s to say they won’t be very happy? That their parents don’t know what’s best? Who knows more about what makes a marriage work? Two dumb youths, or people who are actually married? Hmm?” There was so much trust she had for the system. It was not the worst thing in the world to know you would be well off. To know your children would be as well. Love was a silly thing to marry for. “Careful who you are unbecoming too.”

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laurel-dursley:

“I’ll take your word for it, though I highly doubt that I’m going to get engaged any time soon, so I won’t have to even wonder about that,” Laurel commented, in a way glad that wasn’t currently any sort of option for her, “Well then I’m sure that you’re an expert on parties like these. How many speeches would you predict that there’s going to be?”

“You don’t think so? And you aren’t worried at your age?” Freya responded with a smoothness in her voice riddled with a condescending tone. Laurel was not one of her kind, no matter if she was a Death Eater, and could not see her as an equal. However, the comments would have been relevant for any woman of Laurel’s age at the party. “I would say they last an hour.”

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purebloodxpucey:

His glass clinked lightly against hers before he finally brought the flute to his lips for a small sip. The bubbles felt unfamiliar on his tongue, too long since he had last tasted champagne. “I could always use a good excuse to abandon my desk.” An opportunity to have lunch with her could prove beneficial. The question of course was who he would appear as: Alaric or Xander. “What are your plans for this week, Freya? Or would that be too bold?”

“Just bold enough. I’ll let it slide.” Freya responded with what as perhaps a joke, but the threat was all too real. For any move too bold made against Freya, it was sure to be met with fists and fury, but a stranger such as Alaric would not know that. Xander on the other hand... “Fortunately for you, my days remain mostly plan-less, however unfortunate that is for me.” It would almost be of a good fortune to have somebody call on her, if only to establish a budding friendship with a potential ally, something noteworthy in her parents’ eyes. 

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#girls’ night out

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carnifexmuggletum:

There was something deeply unsettling about what Freya was saying, it sounded like she wanted him to believe her but it sounded wrong to Blandon, there was just that something a little bit wrong. “I cannot tell if you are being sarcastic about that or not and it is rather offputting,” he began, words forming slowly in his mouth. “More offputting than if you did honestly believe it.”

“What is there to be sarcastic about?” Freya looked at Blandon with confusion, ready to repeat the words she had just said more slowly and with vibrant enunciation if only so he could understand it better. “The families are well suited for each other. They’re close in age as well. They’re lucky.” She said simply without much humor. “And it’s not very becoming to tell a woman she’s offputing.” Freya had to do all she could not to snarl at him.

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laurel-dursley:

“That doesn’t surprise me.  Most events like this tend to have long toasts.  It’s a part of tradition and gives a sense of status,” Laurel agreed with a nod, “And yes, it is my first.  I take it that it isn’t yours?”

“Yes a long tradition of delicately explaining how this union benefits your family as well. Of gaining favor. Of people wondering when they’re going to get engaged. It’s the same fun every time.” Freya was quite bitter over the evening herself, what with her own betrothal ending in its tragic manner. “Oh Salazar, no. I don’t even remember my first, I was so young. I think a cousin of mine.”

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purebloodxpucey:

“I could not agree with you more.” His words were truer than she might ever realize. Even if he were not able to appear as himself, and even if his uncle had wanted him here for purposes of the war, Xander was thankful. Interactions outside of tonight were limited, even with people of their kind. He then lifted his champagne flute, looking to her as he readied a private cheers. “Here’s to the coming months, and to us having reason to escape our normal confines.”

“Cheers to that, in the sincerest manner.” Freya brought her flute up to tap his, the softest of clinks to mimic the personal nature of the small toast. This was followed by the smallest of sips, keen on keeping her wits about her at all times as she always did. “If you’re ever looking for a reason to escape the office, perhaps we could catch a lunch some time?” She countered lightly, knowing she sounded like her father in his business manner. Much like him, she tried to establish new and prosperous alliances in her life. Perhaps someone who would understand how chained up she felt, a force ready to be set loose. 

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purebloodxpucey:

“Truthfully, I am tempted; hardly seems like a horrible trade.” His interactions with Mrs. Rowle had been sparse, but he could trust in how ready Freya had seemed to abandon those plans - even in a joke- that the choice was not so simple. “There’s a lot of biting your tongue. The days are easier when you realize they will all be gone shortly.” Xander, even if he had not been seated in his position of leadership, would have believed in the cause until his very end. Victory was merely a mater of time.

“Then you haven’t properly met Mother Rowle.” Freya pointed out, letting her eyes shift for a moment to see if she would be able to catch sight of her parents. They likely had already reached they point in the evening where they had forgotten about her. “I have quite a difficult time biting my tongue.” It was actually remarkable how well she was able to keep her thoughts in her head while at school, but her frustration was let out on allies instead, searching for her part in everything. Her angry nature was constantly searching for an outlet. “I must say it’s nice to not only be out of the house for once, but around my people.”

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carnifexmuggletum:

“Of course, the toasts will be simply delightful,” the emphasis he put on his words making it clear that Blandon did not really care for this event or what it meant. “Who would not wish to toast to two children being married off and treated as property for the increase of their families’ power and reputation. Simply a joyous occasion.”

“It’s a happy union for the families, fortuitous in circumstance for both.” One would only hope to be presented with such a pleasant match. “But if anybody tries to describe tonight as anything but that, well, it would be quite humorous indeed.” Freya had no gripes with the occasion, a facet of her heritage and family culture that she never questioned. Love was complicated and unexpected, fickle in nature, but money, reputation and power were not.

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nottahero:

Chryson stiffened ever so slightly at the mention of an early end to his engagement. Until Freya had mentioned it, he had forgotten about her betrothal entirely, so caught up in his own issues. “You and…” The name escaped him. “I forgot you had been betrothed too.” Another thing they had in common, he supposed. The reason why had her engagement ended eluded him, but he didn’t doubt it was an unhappy one. “I can’t imagine they would be fond of anything I had to say either. No matter what, it would still be parading my failure in front of them.” Another sip of champagne washed down the bitter taste of those words. 

“Cassian.” It was as much of his name she could stomach to say, always split between the strained relationship she had with the man, the respect for him she never questioned, and a sadness out how his death changed the outcome of her life. “I forget sometimes as well.” She tried not to think of him if she could help it, but tonight there was little chance Cassian would leave her mind. “I wouldn’t see it as a failure. For a man, you’re still quite young. Cassian was many years my senior. Me on the other hand... well, I feel as if my time is passing me by.” The day was approaching when Freya would turn from an opportunity into a burden.

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purebloodxpucey:

“I suppose I’ll trust your judgement; I’m partial to whiskey myself.” When he night would begin to draw towards a close, Xander thought he might pay a visit to the bar, finish the evening with just one, small glass. “Nothing too interesting, I’m afraid. Ministry work with the Transportation Office. I drew the short wand so I’ve been tasked with rushed paperwork on a Sunday.” It was the farthest thing from the truth. Alaric may have been spending his day behind a Ministry desk, but Xander would return to his uncle, providing his reports on the night before needing to disappear into the shadows again. “It isn’t exactly thrilling party conversation.”

“I’ve always liked sherry.” Freya responded lightly, not much thought into the statement. For many that would have been a normal topic of conversation, but any bit shared about herself was surprisingly personal. The company in the room that evening put her at ease, however. “How about we make a trade. You can help my mother start planning her own birthday, and I’ll take your place in the Ministry tomorrow.” It was a good humored joke, almost something light about it, maybe the bubbles uplifting her spirit. Shaking her head, she turned the flute in her fingers back and forth. “No, I could never be a ministry employee. Work with all the swine that cheated their way in there. I’m not sure how you do it.” Doing any work would have been good for her, if only her parents allowed it. 

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purebloodxpucey:

“I don’t doubt that you do.” Freya, despite her intensity at times, had always been strong in his eyes. At what he knew was only part of her story, a low percentage if he had to have guessed. “You look like a girl who is more than capable.” Of what? He left that open. Alaric did not know and Xander was still learning.

“There never is any time off really, is there?” He asked, not at all expecting an answer. “I go back to work tomorrow myself. I suppose I can be thankful that tonight there is at least champagne.” Xander rose his drink at mention of it, though he still did not yet take a sip. Despite his words, he had to keep his wits about him. That meant when he indulged, it was only ever very little. Aeron had been strict with his instructions. If this were to become a second coming of Knockturn, the Death Eaters could not afford for him to make a silly mistake.

“I’ve always thought so.” Freya replied simply, a reflection in the strength she saw in herself which others did not. It was partly where her anger stemmed from, that lack of acknowledgement. Women in her family were always meant to be strong, and the men the same but of a different kind. Her family expected her to be both, but never saw it as enough. She was a woman waiting her turn, but for how much longer?

The mention of champagne brought her attention back to their conversation and to the rising bubbles. “Although it could be better champagne.” When her parents had announced their plans for Freya’s betrothal to her, there had been champagne. She still remembered that first taste, holding onto that feeling still, whatever that moment was. A youthful, naive, hopefulness. “And what line of work would you been in, Alaric?” For the questions he would ask, she would give some in return, a fair trade. 

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nottahero:

Chryson’s grip on the champagne flute tightened as Freya spoke. Even as he bit his lip to try and hold it back, a bitter laugh pushed its way out. Maybe it was the champagne that had loosened his tongue, or maybe it was the atmosphere of the party itself, but he took another sip to hold back anything else that could spill out unwillingly. Lowering the glass, he let out a long breath, drawing another in before speaking. “No. Are you planning on giving one?”

“By Salazar, no.” Freya shook her head, almost laughing herself if she were altogether capable of it, but it was really an amusing notion. If you looked close there might have a been a twitch at her lip, a quiver of something. “I don’t think anybody would much like what I have to say when it comes to engagements. Although you know a little something about them ending early as well don’t you?” She pointed out the past they shared, the marriages that were planned and never were.