Druid Girl

Freya du Lac Druid | Ravenclaw | Fifth Year I wish I was like everyone else...but...I'm cursed. Maybe you'll find out one day. (Part of the Hoggywarty Hogwarts RP)

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Sweet Dreams are made of this || Morya

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

The silence that hung in the air was blissful to Freya, who wanted nothing better than to cry her heart out and feel sorry for herself. Head on knees, her chest heaved when she shakily drew breath, the soft pit-pat sound of her tears falling to stain her wet pj’s. When he broke the spell of silence over them, she drew her knees closer to her. Deep down, Freya knew he was only trying to help but another part of her didn’t really want to listen.

"Normality might be an illusion, but for once…just once I’d like to catch a break,” she stressed, her blood shot eyes starring intently at him. “What would I give not to be a werecat or to have the sight.”

“Oh Mordred,” she cried, edging closer back to him to lie her head down against his crossed legs. “Some nights I wake from the most terrible dreams and I know…somehow I know they’re real.”

[theblackknightofhogwarts]

Looking across at her, Mordred knew she hadn’t been listening to him the second she opened her mouth. But he needed to be supportive no matter what.

"Freya," he started quietly "You have to remember we have these gifts for a reason. We are different for a reason. And I know it sucks, and I know you never asked for it, but this what being a druid is. Its hard, and its messy and its downright terrifying ninety percent of the time, but trust me, wasting time wishing you were someone different when all you can be is who you are is not worth it in the long run."

Placing Clarent on the ground next to him he wrapped his arms around freya, as she sneakily found her way back to his lap. Watching Clarent run his body along side of her in pure cat affection Mordred listened to the fireplace beside them, Freya’s voice the only other thing to be heard over it.

Hearing her finish Mordred couldn’t help but let the silence wash over him. He didn’t know exactly what to say, as he never had to counsel someone who had the sight before. But holding Freya made it seem all the more necessary for him to say something. running his hand along her cheek he looked down at her wondering what he could do to make this better. I mean dreams were tricky even in the normal wizarding world, add extra magic on top of it and yea you had a recipe for disaster. 

"Well maybe they are real, for someone, somewhere. But they aren’t real for you in this moment" He said quietly.

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Gazing up, her big brown eyes focused on him alone, she timidly suggested, "But what...what if it's happened before? - centuries ago."

Instantly she regretted it, knowing she should never have mentioned it. All this talk of dreams and visions was cause enough for the re-surfacing of her stranger dreams. And as he caressed her cheek and advised her so reassuringly, Freya wanted to believe Mordred had all the answers though she knew deep down he would not.

"I mean," her voice more enforced, moving to crouch on her legs a better position for her explanation. "I've dreamt more than once before of these events. Sometimes a dark knight always with his helmet on, other times I see a battlefield with dead knights. Though usually I dream of a lady all dressed in a gown of blue and occasionally her friend...maybe enemy. I'm never sure."

"But I know they're real...or at least they were," her voice full of uncertainty. "Why would I dream of them if it was not important? Or I'm just acting crazy? Sometimes I feel like that!"

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

What are we even doing here? || Freya & Merlin

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

"The lake!" she exclaimed a little bit too enthusiastically for any sane person. Everyone knew she was a regular visitor of lake, but what everyone didn’t know was…well…it’s hard to explain. Definitely she liked the lake, but it went beyond that initial feeling. She was obsessed with it. That might seem a little extreme, but Freya was deeply and inextricably drawn to that particular body of water. When Freya was with the lake she felt as if she was home. Weird. But true. And yeah it didn’t make much sense to her either. 

Calming down a little, with a shaky breathe she replied, “I m-mean … that’s re-eally cool! The lake. Yep. It’s cool.” Overcome with embarrassment she looked away, concentrating on her shoes. Merlin must have been thinking that he’d wound up with some crazy chick.

At Merlin’s guess, there was a metallic click as the invisible bolt unlocked allowing the door to creakily swing open. Pushing the door open further, she gestured to Merlin to enter first and as he passed her, with a grin Freya complimented him. “Good guess.” That’s what she liked about the Ravenclaw system of entering the Common room, as long as you had a logical or creative answer, the door would surely allow passage. Freya’s own guess would have been dreams.

Calling up the rear, she entered the familiar airy common room; filled with slender glossy white pillars of alabaster, all hues of blue and gold cloth and leather bound books covered all vacant surfaces. Tapping his shoulder, Freya couldn’t be laugh at his amazed face, pointing to the staircase that was hidden by the huge statue of her house’s founder, Rowena Ravenclaw. “So do you like it?”

[dothismerlin-dothatmerlin-deact]

"Thanks." Merlin watched in amazement as the door opened at his answer. He felt a little proud of himself, honestly. Part of him wished Arthur Pendragon were there to see this accomplishment so the boy would stop calling him an idiot.

Merlin raised his eyebrows at Freya as the entered, thinking of how she seemingly got so excited about the lake but then just grinned. It was cute, to be quite honest, how she was so crazed by the idea of the lake. And now that Merlin thought about it, he had seen her by the lake quite often through the years. There was a whole time in second year when he went out of his way to go near the lake to see if she was there. 

"Well since you’re taking me to the Ravenclaw common room I’ll have to take you to the Slytherin common room sometime! You can see our lovely lake bottom view for yourself." He said, fully intending to make these words come true. Sure he was quite sure you weren’t supposed to take students of other houses into your common room but Merlin was never really one to follow rules exactly anyway. He was about to saunter into the Ravenclaw common room anyhow.

Once inside the common room he took in the new surroundings. It was different than the Slytherin common room, much different, but no less spectacular. The cool and gold draping the tall white pillars and there were books in every direction. He jumped a little when Freya tapped his shoulder and his jaw snapped shut then he laughed. “It’s amazing! Why do any of you even need the library when you have this place?” He gestured around him. 

He looked to where Freya was pointed and just barely spied the stair case. So that was the way up then? If he had more time he’d like to have a look around the common room but that could wait until later. For now there were more exciting things for him to show Freya. He took a step towards the staircase. 

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Stepping forward, she took her place next to Merlin and joined in marveling the general splendor. She didn't do it enough, that is to stop and smell the roses.The golden afternoon light spilled into the room, turning the empty desks closest to the desks gold, Midas touch. It was quiet for a Sunday afternoon. The Quidditch Team were hard at training and the rest of the house were elsewhere. It was just them and a few rowdy first years sat by the fire playing wizard chess.

"You'd be surprised but it can get rather crowded up here sometimes. Besides the school library has charms about it that makes it endearing," she said with a grin on her face.

He was quick, Freya had to admit as she watched Merlin take a first few steps towards the stone stairwell. Freya couldn't help but smile at him as she followed him. "Up, up, up the stairs. Till we come to the doorway".

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

All I Do is Dream of You || Freya and Martin

[mybroomnow]

The Hospital Wing wasn’t far - they were lucky on that point at least. Had they been up in Freya’s common room Martin would have just laid down and denied any symptoms until people stopped trying to persuade him to move. “Muggle orphans are good,” Martin nodded again. A sudden wave of nausea and lightheadedness overtook him, and Martin stumbled over to the wall. “Ah- um F-freya?” his voice sounded weak as he pressed his forehead to the cool stone, “can we- can we stop for a second?”

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Releasing Martin, Freya watched as he stumbled to leaned against the stone wall for support. “Yes of course. We can stay here as long as you need,” she reassured Martin, rubbing his back slowly. “Are you okay?” asking out of habit, for Freya knew from his pallor he was feeling worst than before. His reply was an indistinguishable groaning.

Looking back over her shoulder, she could spy the open doorway from their current position. So close and yet so far, she thought as Martin’s chest began heaving. Panicked, Freya clearly imagined the Hospital’s bucket before casting “Accio” with a twirl of her wand. For a moment nothing seemed to happen, then she heard it before she saw it. Speeding through the air was the wooden bucket she’d summoned. Grabbing it as it came closer she handed it to Martin. “Hope this helps.”

[mybroomnow]

The hand on his back was probably meant to be comforting, but Martin felt no better. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to focus on not throwing up as the acidic taste of bile teased the back of his tongue. Next thing he knew there was a bucket being pressed into his hands, and the redhead clutched it tightly to his chest. With a groan Martin slid down onto the floor, using the wall for support on the way down. “Thank you,” he cracked open a blue eye to look at the girl. Soon after his eyes unfocused as the world spun suddenly and he tried to remain conscious. “I need- I n-need to lie down.”

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Watching the boy slump down against the wall, Freya felt like a useless by-stander for she could do nothing to help him. He looked even worst than when she'd met him. Whatever was wrong with him, it was beyond her knowledge.

"Oh no no!" shaking her head, at Martin's statement of lying down. Crouching beside him, she tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Please Martin. Look!" Pointing diagonally down the corridor to the Hospital Wing. They were so close! "Com'on! We're almost there. Just down there. Only another half a meter and then you can lie down," trying her hardest to persuade him. "I promise."

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Could Be Blue, I Don't Mind || Freya & Gabriel

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

"Is it terrible that I already want holidays again?" Grinning at him. The essays and mini tests were starting to creep on her and the daunting prospects of O.W.L.S, the ever building pressure becoming overwhelming. She should have been inside studying her arse off but like Gabriel had said it was too nice a day. "Maybe I should just drop school and become a professional cat-herder".

[tricksteringtrickster-blog]

He laughed at that, “Well you certainly wouldn’t have to worry about any more tests.” He grinned widely. “I figure that I’m going to take up traveling, I already do it during vacations, why not make it full time?”

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Giggling, she smiled back. "It is one of the many perks about becoming a professional cat-herder. Though I have to say I like your suggestion better. To travel full time would be so amazing," she sighed, imagining how awesome it would be. "Where would you go next?"

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Sweet Dreams are made of this || Morya

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Beyond her glassy, wet eyes Freya could just make out the blurry endearing face of Mordred. No matter how many times Mordred religiously wiped the tears away, which now steadily streamed down her face, she found no comfort from the loving, reassuring gesture. She was wound tight, and was edgy as cat on a hot tin roof. 

"But you don’t understand," she pleaded anxiously, as she quickly grabbed onto his wrist tightly. Unsure if it was the firelight or her over-wrought and tired eyes planning tricks on her mind, suddenly the visage of Mordred changed. He still looked the same, maybe slightly older, but his expression was harder and tired for one so young, and he wore traditional chain mail like the knights of the old tales. It was only for a second, but it caused Freya to freaked out immediately. She pushed away from her boyfriend quickly back to the wall, drawing her knees up her chest to protect her.

"I-I jus-st want tooo be nor-rmal," she choked, her tears renewed and falling more rapidly this time.

[theblackknightofhogwarts]

Sitting there watching her push away from him was almost more than Mordred could bear. See he was only trying to help her, but of course it was obvious he hadn’t helped at all, which was slightly frustrating. But the young Ravenclaw tried to push that to the back of his mind, realizing that in this moment it was not about him. It was about Freya.

Pulling his legs crossed underneath him, Mordred sat, wondering how to fill the silence left by Freya’s sobs. But there was nothing he could think of that would not run the risk of making her even more upset, so he just sat there for a few moments composing himself against the reality that he didn't know what to do. 

"You want to know something I’ve learned over the past few years?" Mordred said quietly finally breaking his vigil, as he desperately tried not to make it seem like he was forcing his words or his presence upon her."Normal is a an illusion Freya. See what would be normal for a spider, would be absolute chaos for a fly." 

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

The silence that hung in the air was blissful to Freya, who wanted nothing better than to cry her heart out and feel sorry for herself. Head on knees, her chest heaved when she shakily drew breath, the soft pit-pat sound of her tears falling to stain her wet pj's. When he broke the spell of silence over them, she drew her knees closer to her. Deep down, Freya knew he was only trying to help but another part of her didn't really want to listen.

"Normality might be an illusion, but for once...just once I'd like to catch a break," she stressed, her blood shot eyes starring intently at him. "What would I give not to be a werecat or to have the sight."

"Oh Mordred," she cried, edging closer back to him to lie her head down against his crossed legs. "Some nights I wake from the most terrible dreams and I know...somehow I know they're real."

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Sweet Dreams are made of this || Morya

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Fleeing from boy’s rooms, her heart racing, Freya ran down the spiraling stair case. She had intended to curl up on the cold stone stairs, excepts for the dancing shadows in the periphery of her vision was an all too familiar reminder of the vivid nightmare. Instead her flight lead to the circular area of the common room where she nestled nearish to the crackling fireplace that cast a warm safe glow keeping the dark away.

It was not too long before she was joined by two more. The kitten heedless hastened to her side, purring as he rubbed his lithe body against her leg. Mordred approached her slowly, his hands out before him patting the air making soothing noises like if calming a terror-stricken animal. Crouching before her, rubbing soothing circles over her arm waiting patiently for her reply.

Up until now, Freya had planned to tell him with a stiff upper lip that everything was fine. Give him the usual rundown…life was stressful…you know that kinda thing. She didn’t want to worry him. He had enough on in his own life to deal with than burden himself with her troubles as well. Dashing a few tears spilling down her cheek, she muttered “It was just a bad dream”.

[theblackknightofhogwarts]

Sitting there, waiting for Freya to calm down, Mordred had to resist scooping her up into his arms. She was scared, and while he might have found the action comforting the last thing he wanted to do was make her feel uncomfortable. No he’d just keep doing what he was doing, waiting for her to come or rather, waiting for her to speak to him. 

But when she did Mordred’s heart just about melted.

"Freya," He answered quietly, brining a hand to her cheek, wiping the tears with his thumb. "Two years of spending my summers without proper running water has taught me more than to believe bad dreams are just bad dreams."

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Beyond her glassy, wet eyes Freya could just make out the blurry endearing face of Mordred.No matter how many times Mordred religiously wiped the tears away, which now steadily streamed down her face, she found no comfort from the loving, reassuring gesture. She was wound tight, and was edgy as cat on a hot tin roof. 

"But you don't understand," she pleaded anxiously, as she quickly grabbed onto his wrist tightly. Unsure if it was the firelight or her over-wrought and tired eyes planning tricks on her mind, suddenly the visage of Mordred changed. He still looked the same, maybe slightly older, but his expression was harder and tired for one so young, and he wore traditional chain mail like the knights of the old tales. It was only for a second, but it caused Freya to freaked out immediately. She pushed away from her boyfriend quickly back to the wall, drawing her knees up her chest to protect her.

"I-I jus-st want tooo be nor-rmal," she choked, her tears renewed and falling more rapidly this time.

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

What are we even doing here? || Freya & Merlin

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Beaming at Merlin, she linked arms with him and proceeded to turn around to the opposite direction. “We’ll have to back track a bit,” she explained, giving him an apologetic smile for the inconvenience. “We Ravencalws live up on the fifth floor in one of the towers. I don’t know about the Gryffindor’s but I think we get a pretty good view of the castle grounds. We look west over the quidditch pitch, the forest, the lake and you can even see the Herbology greenhouse from up there!”

Up many stairs they went together until they stood in front of a giant size wooden door without a keyhole or doorknob. Instead an intricately gilded bronze knocker in the shape of Ravenclaw’s totem animal, the eagle, looked down upon them both. Freya was unsurprised when the knocker spoke in it’s soft musical voice, supplying her with the daily riddle “At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen.” Thinking for a moment, she turned to Merlin with a puzzled face. “Do you have an idea?”

[dothismerlin-dothatmerlin-deact]

Merlin spun around with Freya and went along with her without question. He also grinned but he wasn’t sure if that was just his personality or if it was because she linked arms with him. Which was stupid. Because he had no sort of crush on her, of course, Not anymore at least. Not that he would admit.

"Sounds nice!" He nodded. "I wouldn’t know much about views of the grounds. Down in Slytherin we have a lovely view of the bottom of the lake. Seaweed. Rocks. Water. The occasional mermaid and things like that. …Oh and sometimes the giant squid comes by!" He smiled at Freya. Yes the grounds were nice and he was sure the view Freya spoke of was spectacular but he could see the grounds from classroom windows and such. The Slytherin common room was the only place with the sight of under the surface of the lake and he liked it like that.

He also liked the fact that it was just one staircase down to the dungeons to get to the Slytherin common room instead of up and up to somewhere like Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. He huffed in relief when they finally reached the large door of Ravenclaw tower. He looked it up and down and then watched Freya go and give it a knock . He had heard of how one got into Ravenclaw tower and he straightened up, preparing for the riddle.

He frowned at the ground when it was over, trying to peal through possible answers in his head. What was something that wasn’t out during the day but came out at night? The moon was something he thought first. But the riddle said ‘they’ not ‘it’ so it was several things. He looked up at Freya and shrugged. “Stars?” he questioned.

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

"The lake!" she exclaimed a little bit too enthusiastically for any sane person. Everyone knew she was a regular visitor of lake, but what everyone didn't know was...well...it's hard to explain. Definitely she liked the lake, but it went beyond that initial feeling. She was obsessed with it. That might seem a little extreme, but Freya was deeply and inextricably drawn to that particular body of water. When Freya was with the lake she felt as if she was home. Weird. But true. And yeah it didn't make much sense to her either. 

Calming down a little, with a shaky breathe she replied, "I m-mean ... that's re-eally cool! The lake. Yep. It's cool." Overcome with embarrassment she looked away, concentrating on her shoes. Merlin must have been thinking that he'd wound up with some crazy chick.

At Merlin's guess, there was a metallic click as the invisible bolt unlocked allowing the door to creakily swing open. Pushing the door open further, she gestured to Merlin to enter first and as he passed her, with a grin Freya complimented him. "Good guess." That's what she liked about the Ravenclaw system of entering the Common room, as long as you had a logical or creative answer, the door would surely allow passage. Freya's own guess would have been dreams.

Calling up the rear, she entered the familiar airy common room; filled with slender glossy white pillars of alabaster, all hues of blue and gold cloth and leather bound books covered all vacant surfaces. Tapping his shoulder, Freya couldn't be laugh at his amazed face, pointing to the staircase that was hidden by the huge statue of her house's founder, Rowena Ravenclaw. "So do you like it?"

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Could Be Blue, I Don't Mind || Freya & Gabriel

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Sighing in relaxation, she turned to her head to see that it was Gabriel lying next to her. Though she’d never spoken to him much before, there was the underlying everyone knew everyone vibe in the Ravenclaw Tower. “So what brings you out here?” breaking the silence in the conversation.

[tricksteringtrickster-blog]

"Escaping studies for a while." He replied, watched the clouds float back, "It’s a nice day after all, no reason to stay up in that musty tower with an old book layered with ever more dust, /boring/."

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

"Is it terrible that I already want holidays again?" Grinning at him. The essays and mini tests were starting to creep on her and the daunting prospects of O.W.L.S, the ever building pressure becoming overwhelming. She should have been inside studying her arse off but like Gabriel had said it was too nice a day. "Maybe I should just drop school and become a professional cat-herder".

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

OOC:

Hey guys I'll be away for a few days. I'll be back soon

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

What Are Men Compared To Rocks And Mountains... || Freya & Sally

Breathing in the air, Freya caught the wafting scent of pine and cedar, and the fresh smell of earth after a heavy deluge of rain. Exhaling, she relaxed as she diverged from the familiar path to Hogsmeade village. She had been looking forward to the trip to the village for some time, but enchanted by the allure of the magical forest Freya was overcome with the need to break into a run. Frolicking in the forest, she latched onto a tree hugging it fiercely.

[sallysparrowgryffindor-blog]

Sally always got excited when the time came for trips to Hogsmeade. She loved to explore the village and all it had to offer, always looking for somewhere new that she hadn’t discovered yet. This trip she found herself drawn to the surrounding forest, captured by the calming sounds that seemed to envelop the place. Upon finding a fallen log, Sally sat down and closed her eyes, letting the piney smell fill her nose as the birds chirped in the trees.

She couldn’t be sure how long she was sitting there before she was disturbed by an approaching girl. When she opened her eyes, Sally was somewhat surprised by what she saw. She noticed an older girl, possibly only one year above her if she remembered correctly, running towards Sally at great speed before stopping to grab hold of a tree, clinging to it tightly. Unable to look away, she continued to watch the girl, thoroughly intrigued and simply waiting to see what she would do next.

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Inhaling the sweet woody smell of the hazel tree as she exhaled, Freya nuzzled closer to the trunk, the bark rough and ragged on her delicate skin. She ran her finger across the tree, tracing the oblong cracked surface bark. Whispering an inaudible apology to the tree, it had been such a long time since Freya had last visited the forest. For she knew the forest better than most. Every tree, from the proud oak to the stout holly, was known to her.

Whether it was in the call of a twittering sparrow or the sensing of a strange intruding presence, Freya turned to see the bewildered and intrigued face of a younger witch. She immediately jumped away from the tree, proceeding to brush down her clothes to become presentable. She almost felt like saying to the girl, who was still starring fixed at herself 'haven't you ever seen someone hug a tree before?' But she didn't. Instead all she could stammer out was, "W-hat are yo-u doing here?"

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

All I Do is Dream of You || Freya and Martin

[mybroomnow]

He sputtered a bit at being called a drama queen, but didn’t protest too much. Martin still had some sense of humor left, he could tell she was joking. And she knew he was as well. Somehow her playing along distracted him from his internal distress. “The griffin thing sounds nice,” he nodded to himself, “maybe say I saved a group of orphans from it.”

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Nodding approvingly at the suggestions, she further suggested “Perhaps muggle orphans?” Not that there was many muggles in the surrounding area, for Hogwarts was secluded but it added to dramatic flare of their hypothetical falsehood. Laughing to herself, besides nobody would believe them. Martin didn’t even sport any visible injuries. Oh well. Maybe their griffin had headbutted Martin in the stomach. Dumb luck on his part.

[mybroomnow]

The Hospital Wing wasn’t far - they were lucky on that point at least. Had they been up in Freya’s common room Martin would have just laid down and denied any symptoms until people stopped trying to persuade him to move. “Muggle orphans are good,” Martin nodded again. A sudden wave of nausea and lightheadedness overtook him, and Martin stumbled over to the wall. “Ah- um F-freya?” his voice sounded weak as he pressed his forehead to the cool stone, “can we- can we stop for a second?”

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Releasing Martin, Freya watched as he stumbled to leaned against the stone wall for support. "Yes of course. We can stay here as long as you need," she reassured Martin, rubbing his back slowly. "Are you okay?" asking out of habit, for Freya knew from his pallor he was feeling worst than before. His reply was an indistinguishable groaning.

Looking back over her shoulder, she could spy the open doorway from their current position. So close and yet so far, she thought as Martin's chest began heaving. Panicked, Freya clearly imagined the Hospital's bucket before casting "Accio" with a twirl of her wand. For a moment nothing seemed to happen, then she heard it before she saw it. Speeding through the air was the wooden bucket she'd summoned. Grabbing it as it came closer she handed it to Martin. "Hope this helps."

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Choc Frogs || Freya & Gwen

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

You are a life saver! I was starting to think I was going to have to eat my entire weight in chocolate frogs by myself.

I’m Freya by the way.

[gwenthefairmaiden-blog]

I’m Gwen. Nice to meet you. Well I’m here to help and improve my collection of cards at the same time. I have quite a few extras of some people.

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Lovely to meet you Gwen.

Ugh same! I've got about eleven of Circe. Any time I get chocolate frogs I always end up with one of her cards! So if you are short of a Circe card I'm giving them away.

[theblackknightofhogwarts]

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[ladyofthehogwartslake]

OMG YOU'RE GONNA BE HERE SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CANT WAIT...I'll be seeing you soon ;)

p.s. remember it's pronounced 'Straya and to the left of the terminal there are friendly (debatable) kangaroos...the most popular form of public transport. May or may not have to tie your own kangaroo down sport.

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Choc Frogs || Freya & Gwen

I forgot how good chocolate frogs tasted. Does anybody want one? I accidentally bought way more then I needed.

[gwenthefairmaiden-blog]

Accidentally? Well if that’s the case, I’ll be happy to take a few off your hands. I’ve been needing to get some.

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

You are a life saver! I was starting to think I was going to have to eat my entire weight in chocolate frogs by myself.

I'm Freya by the way.

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

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I forgot how good chocolate frogs tasted. Does anybody want one? I accidentally bought way more then I needed.

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

What are we even doing here? || Freya & Merlin

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Shooting Merlin an amused sarcastic look, which included a roll of her eyes, Freya gently nudged the Slytherin’s arm playfully. Secretly she envied the boy, brimming with confidence. Though Freya had tried to adjust to her cursed life, picking up the remnants of her old life, it had changed her more than she had realised. The once bright young witch had been transformed into a timid, fearful girl, forever looking over her shoulder and never trusting anybody much. Of course her parents counseled her to make friends but they never realised just how hard her curse burdened her from making friends. That was why she was glad of Merlin’s friendship and trust, for it was a breathe of fresh spring breeze to her gloomy persona.

After a while of traversing the corridors endlessly, slowing her pace Freya queried, “How much further Merlin?” Guessing that he had not decided on a specific locations, she suggested the Ravenclaw Tower. “There’s the Ravenclaw attic. It’s bigger on the inside and hardly anyone goes there. To tell you the truth I think hardly anyone knows about it!”

[dothismerlin-dothatmerlin-deact]

Freya nudged him and Merlin grinned even more. Merlin made a note that, before now, Freya always seemed to be a quite type. Pretty and friendly enough, oh yes, but not very talkative or outgoing. Now she seemed more open with him, perhaps this was just a situation where you had to get to know the person before they opened up. He hadn’t known her long though, they’d only just started talking. Merlin liked to think that showing her trust was allowing her to open up and show him trust, though. Whatever it was, he was glad to get to see this side of her. 

Merlin turned on his heal to look at Freya, eyebrows raised. “Hm? Ah… ” His thoughts hung in the air as he thought about their ending location. He couldn’t quite pick out the perfect empty classroom in his mind, they all had the threat of someone accidentally walking in which Merlin couldn’t have. “I don’t know.” He finally answered honestly. Freya, however, had an idea better than any of his. He grinned. “That sounds perfect! Yes! You lead the way.”

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Beaming at Merlin, she linked arms with him and proceeded to turn around to the opposite direction. "We'll have to back track a bit," she explained, giving him an apologetic smile for the inconvenience. "We Ravencalws live up on the fifth floor in one of the towers. I don't know about the Gryffindor's but I think we get a pretty good view of the castle grounds. We look west over the quidditch pitch, the forest, the lake and you can even see the Herbology greenhouse from up there!"

Up many stairs they went together until they stood in front of a giant size wooden door without a keyhole or doorknob. Instead an intricately gilded bronze knocker in the shape of Ravenclaw's totem animal, the eagle, looked down upon them both. Freya was unsurprised when the knocker spoke in it's soft musical voice, supplying her with the daily riddle "At night they come without being fetched, and by day they are lost without being stolen." Thinking for a moment, she turned to Merlin with a puzzled face. "Do you have an idea?"

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

All I Do is Dream of You || Freya and Martin

[mybroomnow]

"If I don’t die first," Martin said with a groan. He managed to shuffle along at the same pace as her, silently glad that she was steadying him. While he felt steady at the moment, Martin felt like he might tip over at any second. He just felt so wrong and it was terrible. “If I don’t make it, tell them I died in some really cool way. Like saving somebody’s life or in a dramatic quidditch accident.”

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

"Are you always such a drama queen?" Freya mused, laughing a little as she shook her head. "Riiiighhht…gotcha," winking at Martin. "So what shall it be bludger to the knee perhaps or there is always the classic griffin slaying option."

[mybroomnow]

He sputtered a bit at being called a drama queen, but didn’t protest too much. Martin still had some sense of humor left, he could tell she was joking. And she knew he was as well. Somehow her playing along distracted him from his internal distress. “The griffin thing sounds nice,” he nodded to himself, “maybe say I saved a group of orphans from it.”

[ladyofthehogwartslake]

Nodding approvingly at the suggestions, she further suggested "Perhaps muggle orphans?" Not that there was many muggles in the surrounding area, for Hogwarts was secluded but it added to dramatic flare of their hypothetical falsehood. Laughing to herself, besides nobody would believe them. Martin didn't even sport any visible injuries. Oh well. Maybe their griffin had headbutted Martin in the stomach. Dumb luck on his part.