[freyamulciber]

Freya shrugged as she couldn’t care less about her words. “Good thing I don’t really care if I offend people on the other hand. I’m not really one for beating around the bush.” At least someone’s summer vacation hadn’t totally sucked, even though it was entirely unfortunate that it was Emmeline’s vacation that didn’t suck. “Truly. I now apparently have a wedding after graduation to look forward to, and my mother made me want to claw my ears off everyday naturally.”

[freyamulciber]

It was almost amusing how she thought the Mulciber twins were stupid enough to get caught at whatever they did. They hadn’t spent a lifetime of evading their ruthless parents just to be expelled from school for not covering their tracks. “I appreciate the feedback, next time you ask I’ll be sure to provide a little bit more useless information.” Freya chuckled and shook her head, “You could just see it as a warning to keep an eye on Mary instead of thinking of me as so malicious. I may be a bitch, but I’m not that sadistic. I surely can’t keep a leash on my brother, nor would I want to, but don’t be foolish enough to think he isn’t smart.” 

Freya was bored of the conversation, if she wanted to talk about her brother she would just go talk to the stupid Slytherin girls who fancied him. “Enough about my irritable brother. I would much rather hear about a summer vacation that was better than my own.”

[freyamulciber]

Freya chuckled, “Tell me something I don’t know Rab. Was it your face this time or just something you said?”

[freyamulciber]

Skinny Love ☾ Evan & Freya

[freyamulciber]

Freya sent him a glare as soon as the conversation turned to her upcoming betrothal. A part of the bond they shared was their distaste over the whole business of arranged marriages in their pureblood circle. Freya had been raised to one day make the perfect wife and that was the reason she detested it so much. She resented her mother for her constant nagging and suffocating lessons on how to be a lady. Freya did not want to be her mother’s idea of a lady if that meant being some idle pureblood housewife. “Haven’t even talked to him,” Freya said with a shrug digging her toes further into the wet sand of the lake. 

She had come here trying to escape the truth of her looming future but if Evan was decided on talking about it she wasn’t one to hide things from her. Unlike with most pureblood friendships, their secrets weren’t used in some malicious game. “I was hoping they would at least choose someone that I liked, someone who I would have a real chance of forming a connection with. But of course not, that’s not how marriage works. It’s all about the politics. So instead I’m going to be stuck marrying a prat.” She tried her best not to let out the groan that was threatening to escape her lips and instead just dug her toes in harder focusing on the warmth of the wet sand between her toes. 

“But enough about me, I hear I also have an upcoming wedding to attend. How’s Alecto?” Freya said, feeling slightly jealous that one of her closest girl friends got to marry someone tolerable. How easy it would have been if Freya had just been matched up with Evan, at least he was attractive and they got along. “Quite the pair you two are.”

[zaircs-deactivated20170210]

“ i need you to— fix this. ”

[freyamulciber]

Freya raised her eyebrows and couldn’t help but laugh as she took out her wand and approached him. “Fine, but only if you tell me how it happened. I’ve always loved a good story.” She pointed her wand at his broken nose and uttered the word “Episkey” instantly fixing his injury.

[freyamulciber]

Despite Emmeline’s suddenly close proximity to her a chuckle played at her lips. “Oh I’m sure you would try,” Freya commented humored by her. Sure Emmeline was tough, but she underestimated her twin. “Calm down, nothing has even happened. It was just a musing, Vance, and you're the one who asked how he was. Don’t ask questions you don't want the answers too.”

[freyamulciber]

Freya couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that her words may have driven the girl to take another shot of liquor. “Oh he is marvelous. Super thrilled about his engagement to that boring Selwyn girl I am sure.” Freya couldn’t help the roll of her eyes that followed, it was a wonder that out of all the pureblood families their parents had chosen the least compatible ones for their children. “I would watch out, he just found out so it wouldn’t surprise me if he decided to let off steam somehow.” Freya grinned, “If I recall he took quite a liking to your friend Mary.”

[freyamulciber]

Skinny Love ☾ Evan & Freya

[freyamulciber]

At the sound of Evan’s approaching footsteps Freya broke her gaze from the ripples in the water her feet were making and lifted her gaze to find her visitor. A real grin touched her lips and not one of those half smile smirks that Slytherins were famous for. It was not the smile that said she knew more than she was letting on or that there was something terrible in store for him, because Freya felt no need to pretend in front of Evan. They had been friends since they were children, sometimes more than just friend, so Freya had long ago abandoned the need to hold up some sort of facade for Evan. She didn’t need to put of a front of the cruel and sadistic pureblood, and it felt nice to just smile. Merlin knew she hadn’t had much to smile about over the summer.

“Nope, I’m just early.” Freya said and walked out of the thigh high deep water and went to sit on shore where she could still keep her toes in the water. After an entire summer of Mrs. Mulciber’s endless lectures about how good women never did activities outdoors, or how quidditch was a sport for men and less suitable ladies, and how Freya must always, without hesitation act like the perfect lady she was born to be. All such sentiments made Freya want to strangle herself with their expensive curtains. “I don’t know if I could have survived another class. Thank you for saving me.”

[klarolicityswan]

[freyamulciber]

Skinny Love ☾ Evan & Freya

The only good thing about being back at Hogwarts was the fact that she could once again eat whatever she wanted and do whatever she wanted, and it was all because of the beautiful escape from her insufferable mother. All that her mother had been able to talk about over the summer was how excited she was that Eric Greengrass might be her future husband, but all Freya wanted to do was puke. Husband? She didn’t even know what she wanted to do when she graduated let alone if she wanted to spend the rest of her life with someone. If only some sense could be talked into her controlling mother.

When Freya got a note from Evan sitting a couple of rows ahead of her in their first period she was thrilled to read it’s contents. Hate looking back and seeing your pretty face bored. Lets skip and go to the Black Lake, tradition calls for it after all. I’ll meet you there after. Someone who understood her, at least Evan was on the same page. Freya ripped a piece of her parchment off of her desk and penned back in perfectly trained cursive (thanks to her mother’s endless calligraphy lessons)- I think you’ve been reading my mind. I wish we were already there. Meet you there if this class doesn’t bore me to death. 

By the time class was out Freya didn’t even need to look for Evan, no one needed to know they were going off somewhere together, and she preferred to walk on her own. It was easier to escape suspicion of professors that way. Before she had even gotten to the lake her shoes and socks were already off and she put her feet in lusting for the waters bliss. The lake would be cold soon so she had to enjoy it while she could.

[freyamulciber]

“Nice isn’t the particular word I would choose, but sure.” Freya commented not exactly thrilled to be thrown back into the politics of Hogwarts life. “Mostly just thrilled to be away from my intolerable mother and kick some Gryffindor ass in quidditch this year.” 

[freyamulciber]

“Touche my friend. But only because I know what’s it like to stumble out of a drinking binge.” Freya smiled dryly, “Don’t know if you heard but I am almost officially betrothed.” A humorless laugh escaped her lips, “To a prat nonetheless, so I will happily take that nap with you. As well as a quart full of ice-cream.”

[freyamulciber]

Freya raised an eyebrow and took a swig, “What you too classy now for the Fire Whiskey at the Three Broomsticks.” She chuckled, “Can’t say I’m shocked.”

[freyamulciber]

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, I’m just saying it would be slightly more entertaining.”

[freyamulciber]

Her eyes rolling happened completely on their own accord. “Who peed in your cereal this morning?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. Sure, this party wasn’t exactly her type of classy, but hey, at least she had booze. “I mean if you really want me to shove the liquor down your throat I can do that, but if I recall you’re pretty good at getting drunk all on your own.”

[freyamulciber]

“Hmmm,” Freya said taking a peek at how much she had in her bottle not being one to share. “I suppose you can have a little.” She said and then tipped the bottom of her bottle upward and poured a few shots worth into Marlene’s cup.

[rodolphustheloyal-blog]

“The quality in the Three Broomsticks really does never improve. Good job I brought along my own shit…want to have this pint that I just bought?”

[freyamulciber]

“Well you know what I say, if the party is missing you might as well bring it yourself. Hand it over, Lestrange.”