Modern Cinderella

Freya Grace Fairborne. 24. Owner of Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. "Snow White said when I was young, 'one day my prince will come', so I'll wait for that date." Frey·a (frey-uh): The goddess of love; Norse Mythology.

[freyafairborne]

From Flames ➸ Freya/Atticus

[atticusdreesen-deactivated20140]

"She." He replied automatically. "Chrysos, ah, my dragon. She’s a girl." He mumbled, helping to pull her up. "I really am sorry. She isn’t normally like this." The small dragon made a low noise in the back of her throat, walking up to butt her head against the blonde’s leg. "Chrysos, stop that." He scolded. Atticus couldn’t understand what she was doing. She often hated people, didn’t want to be near them. By now she would have tried to bite, but instead she seemed to be trying to get the woman to pet her. Rubbing his temples, the brunet looked at the woman with a weak smile. "She’s ah, going through a phase."

[freyafairborne]

"Oh, she! No, no it's all right Really" Freya assured quickly him before turning her attention towards the dragon at her feet. She wasn't sure what to do in this sort of situation. It wasn't a dog or a cat, it was a dragon for Merlin's sake. Was she supposed to pet it or something. The dragon continued to butt its head against her bare leg, and Freya wanted nothing more than for it to stop. She didn't know what to do she she just crouched down, eyes darting between the man and the dragon he called Chrysos, before she outstretched her hand to pet the animal. Freya let her fingertips slide over the back of its head and down towards its nose, repeating the motion slowly. 

[freyafairborne]

abramczyk:

A shaky breath, one that he hadn’t realised her had been holding in in the first place, left his already parted and upturned lips as he sat down, and he swallowed it down into an equally shaky laugh as she started to speak. Him, a gentleman. He didn’t feel very gentlemanly. “That’s, um, nice of you to say, Freya. I’m Aleksander.” The grin that accompanied his words was sincere, quietly so. She really did seem nice. “Uh. I didn’t have anyone to come with me, I guess.” And with that, all the nerves that had been gradually dissipating away with every parting word returned in full force. He sounded like an idiot. Could he have sounded more like an idiot? No. Oh, God. “What about you? Why is a, uh, lady like you sitting alone?” Apparently not. Clearly, whatever this was, he wasn’t good at it. 

She smiled, but this time it was a curious smile, one that was obviously excited and ready with a million questions. "Oh, just the same I guess. No one to come with," she said, not putting much care into her own response, "I just find it hard to believe that you're here alone. I mean, you asked to join me. Asked. Most guys will just take a girl sitting alone as an open invitation. You've got to be some sort of gentleman." She was being forward, saying too much; Freya knew it. She was always talking too much, and usually making too many assumptions. Ultimately that was usually what ended up getting her hurt, but she didn't know that -- at least not yet.

[freyafairborne]

From Flames ➸ Freya/Atticus

[atticusdreesen-deactivated20140]

"Chrysos!" The male called out frantically as he walked through the near bare streets of Hogsmeade. Again. His dragon had flown off again. She was getting into a mindset that Atticus could hardly control. It was almost as if she were a teenager rebelling against him, and he was sick of it. Today she’d flown off as soon as he’d opened the door of his flat without waiting for him. Most did not know of his pet of choice and this was not the way he wanted them to find out. That and she had a tendency to nip and there was far too much venom she didn’t know how to control within her fangs.

He found her, but the sight made him freeze. “Shit.” He mumbled, rushing forward. “Chrysos. Down.” His voice was stern and the sleek green dragon curled off of the woman to slowly step till she sat at his side. Atticus fixed the dragon with a stern look before walking over the woman, offering her a hand. “I uhm… I-I’m… I am so sorry. And uhm.. A-are you okay?”

[freyafairborne]

Freya was frozen for a good six seconds, just looking at the man above her and his dragon, before she even noticed the he had his hand outstretched towards her. Shaking off the fact that a tiny dragon had just pushed her to the ground she grabbed his hand and pulled upward. "No, no, don't worry. Um... he must of been attracted to the scent of my tea.. or something," she laughed nervously, brushing the dirt off of her skirt and quickly fetching her now empty cup from the pavement. "It's fine, I swear," she assured him, adding in an unconvincing smile.

[freyafairborne]

"Don't you just love the rain? It's a perfect excuse to stay inside, all bundled up with some tea. You know, if I had the time for that. It's a busy, busy day at the tea shop today! Sure, I don't have the time, but you should."

[freyafairborne]

From Flames ➸ Freya/Atticus

Freya looked around the empty Hogsmeade streets, somewhat relieved that the festival had ended. Sure, she loved the people and the event itself, but the festival had caused her nothing but stress for weeks. Now she could breathe. She could take a day off from the shop and leave it to her workers, and instead spend the day meandering around the streets, cup of tea in hand. Or so she thought. She'd had fifteen minutes to herself before something came falling out of the sky, no, darting towards her from above. Before she knew it, whatever it was had made contact with her and the force pushed her to the ground. Her tea had spilled, the cup rolled across the pavement, and on her chest sat a dragon. It was small, certainly not fully grown, but it was a dragon nonetheless. Freya didn't know what to do, she just looked at it, eyes wide and didn't move a muscle. 

[stydiaislove]

[greatscottjemima]

Aleksander noticed her immediately. Well, almost immediately, and he actually noticed her booth. In the short time between their respective arrivals at the pub, all of the other booths and tables had filled. And all with various couples and groups, too. She was the only diner sitting alone, and therefore, his best bet. Work that day had been exhaustive, and Aleksander was tired, too tired to go home and cook himself a tasteless meal. He wanted the comfort of good food, practically needed it. No one had listened in his lessons that day. No one had listened to him when he had lunch duty, either. Really, no one had listened to him at all. And, so, though Aleksander would normally never even dare to consider walking over to a stranger’s booth and asking for an intimacy, he did. He wasn’t suave about it. His walk wasn’t confident, but he wasn’t a particularly suave or confident person, anyway. He just hoped that she wouldn’t be angry. From what he could tell, however, she did seem nice. But that really wasn’t saying much. Aleksander thought that everyone was nice at first glance — and, usually, beyond that. 

"Hello? Hi, um — sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I, um, sit here? Every other booth is," he made a non-committal gesture, trying to embarrass himself to badly, "taken?"

[freyafairborne]

Freya was still flipping through her menu when she heard the voice of another person from above her. She flicked her eyes upward at the stranger only to meet his hazel eyes. He had dark, ruddy brown hair and a strong jaw. Her eyes darted behind the man to the crowded bar, quickly searching to see if he was alone. Freya was more than happy to have company, but she was surprised to see another person here alone. People usually came in flocks to the crowded little Hogsmeade pub; in twos, and threes at least. It was rare to find another person all by themselves. She looked back at the man standing beside the table, unsure but certain all in the same moment. With a kind smile she nodded, gesturing towards the opposite end of the booth. "I'm Freya," she said, her voice kind and warm, the sort she used in her shop to welcome her customers. "Now, do tell me what a gentleman like yourself is doing here all by his lonesome? I can't help but admit I'm a little curious."

[freyafairborne]

Freya stepped over the threshold and into the always busy Hog's Head. She looked around, eyes shifting left to right as she searched for someone she might know. Freya still didn't know why she'd decided to come to the pub, especially considering she didn't drink -- not even butterbeer. She moved unnoticed to the corner of the room and situated herself in one of the oversized booths. Freya was thankful that the only open tables was off to the side. If she was being honest, Freya knew why she was here. She fiddled with her menu and her wand and anything she could get her hands on to distract her from it, but Freya knew she was lonely. She'd been working too much and had used the shop as an excuse to stop from going out. Freya wasn't one for pubs or drinking or anything else people her age seemed to like. She wanted to skip all of that. Freya didn't like the chase or the flirtations or anything that came before. She wanted certainty, she wanted romance, she wanted the "after".  Unluckily for her, not many people, and even fewer men agreed with that. Going to the pub was one of the few ways left to meet anyone, and so she suffered in silence.

[freyafairborne]

mightifulmagic:

"You seem to be doing pretty well, most of my colleagues had a serious addiction to your tea. It may be the only thing that gets us through many a meeting these days." Beau sighed, taking another sip.

"It’s definitely this one, do you take large repeat orders?"

"Well let them know that in a few weeks we'll be starting to do deliveries. I just have to get this apparition license approved for the shop through the Ministry and we're good to go!"

Freya nodded fervently as she began to scribble on the order form, "Yes, yes of course we do. Just the sugar rose blend then?"

[mightifulmagic]

"That would be wonderful, just to make sure." Leaning against the counter slightly, she half watched Freya whilst trying to take in the rest of the Tea Shop. "How long has it been since then? I came here once, whilst I was in school… so long ago now."

Beau looked around once more, reaching for the cup and pressing it to her lips with a short blow to cool it. She took a sip, adding a polite “Thank you” before taking another. 

[freyafairborne]

Freya felt embarrassed that she didn't know the Minister's age. She wondered if that was even something she should be embarrassed about. Certainly she wasn't the only person who didn't know. This whole exchange just left her feeling flustered. She couldn't feel comfortable not matter how hard she tried. Instead she kept trying to distract herself. First it was the order form, then the tea, but now it was just Freya and the Minister. "Well I've only been in charge here for a few years. Miss Puddifoot retired and gave the shop to me, so I've been running it ever since."

[mightifulmagic]

She smiled again, hoping to put Freya at ease slightly. Beau was very used to this reaction, to the double take and the furrowed brows that usually came just before. “Classic sugar I think, I should really have brought the box along with me.”

[freyafairborne]

"If you know the flavor I could pour you a cup of both? Or at least the classic sugar, I always have a pot of that brewing. It's the first tea I made here so it's a bit of a favorite." Perhaps it was nerves, or maybe something else entirely, but without asking Freya moved to the back of the shop to pour the Minister a cup of tea. She wanted to impress her, but she also didn't want to embarrass herself. Before she returned it occurred to Freya that the Minister might not even want a cup of tea at the moment. Tea cup in hand Freya returned to the front of the shop, a slightly apologetic smile spread across her lips. Maybe she'd been a little too overzealous. Setting the tea on the counter in front of the Minister Freya's expression changed to one of reassurance. "Don't worry, this cup is on me."

[rcseheir-deactivated20190405]

Welcome To Hogsmeade || Lara and Freya

[rcseheir-deactivated20190405]

It took Lara a moment to process how excited the other girl was. Normally when people were coming to see her, she would just make things up as she went along and see where the afternoon took them. In fact, even when she was on her own, that was how she chose to live her life. She just went along with things, always assuming that they would work out better if she didn’t get herself worked up over small, insignificant details. Still, if the other girl had taken the time to come up with a plan then she couldn’t exactly say no to going along with it. That would be rude of her, and she did not want to be rude to a potential friend.

"We can do whatever you have planned." She smiled, "Though I wouldn’t mind a coffee to go if that’s an option before we start. I had to get up early to check on a couple of the owls. They’ve been fighting, it’s shit."

[freyafairborne]

"I was thinking tea," she said before moving back behind the counter again, "Oh, but don't worry it's caffeinated."  If it wasn't already obvious that Freya was excited she made it all the more apparent now. Sure, she had no idea whether Lara would want to stick with the plan or do something completely different, but that didn't stop Freya from preparing the tea beforehand. She poured her classic sugar rose blend into two tea cups that she'd set onto a tray filled with different kinds of pastries. There were pink tinted croissants, cream filled puff pastries with cream of every color and flavor, and little flakey cookies in a glass jar. Setting the tea pot back onto the tray she carried it out to one of the tables. "Come on now, sit, sit," she said excitedly, "I figured what better a place to start a Hogsmeade tour than my own little shop. Besides, breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

[team-girls-mystic-falls]

[thecraftrp]

Rizzo was almost over joyed with the news of his sister coming to visit for the festival, he hadn’t seen her in a couple of months so he was excited to find out what news and stories she would bring with her from her travels. Which made Rizzo wonder if traveling the world both human and wizarding like his sister would give him more to write about and make songs about, his mind started to race; he lost focus of his surroundings when he crashed into someone. A tornado of blonde hair hit the ground. Oh boy, he felt immediate guilt, “No,no it’s fine. It’s completely my fault” he said offering the young woman a hand.

[freyafairborne]

Caught up in her apology Freya hadn't even noticed who she bumped into. She looked up and noticed a hand, and she followed the hand up past the arm to see a man with dark hair and light eyes. Looking back towards the ground Freya fumbled around for her quill and paper pad before grabbing the man's hand. Once she was up from the ground she gave him an apologetic, half-embarrassed smile, and shook her paper pad a bit as an offering of some explanation. "It wasn't your fault, really. I wasn't paying attention at all. I've got so much to do and I suppose I got caught up in it all. It's my fault."

[rosalindlewis]

It wasn’t as if Rosalind had the time to stop for coffee. She was late. Well, as late as Rosalind could be. Every morning, Rosalind arrived at her office an exact hour earlier than the norm. So, she wouldn’t really be late. Just a half-hour later than she would normally be. Despite her fretting and scowling, she still turned the corner towards the coffee house, only to collide with another hurrying figure. Oh, fantastic. She’d be forty-five minutes late now.

"I’m fine. I’m fine! Don’t worry. It’s partly my fault, anyway."

[freyafairborne]

"Oh no, I wasn't paying attention." Freya pressed up from the pavement, picking up her paper pad and quill and shaking it to show the woman what she'd been doing that caused her to run into her. "I just.. I have so much to do for the festival," she said in a hurried, nervous voice, "but it's no excuse. I should have been paying attention. I'm sorry if I've been any trouble."

[freyafairborne]

Freya scribbled away on a pink pad of paper, her quill moving quickly across the page. The Hogsmeade Festival was always a very busy time for the tea shop. Maybe not as busy as Valentines Day, but busy nonetheless. She mumbled to herself as she walked down the crowded Hogsmeade streets, not paying much attention to what was in front of her. She should have expected that something would go wrong, but Freya was far too invested in her little pink paper pad and her long to do list to expect that she'd run into someone. Within a few seconds she walked head on into someone else and found herself on the pavement. "Oh sorry! I'm so sorry! I should have been paying attention. Are you okay?"

[accolalove]