After the awkward encounter with her siblings at the Ministry’s Halloween party, Annalise knew that she needed to corner her twin and talk this all out sooner rather than later. She had left it for far too long, really, had given into her coward side. Freya would never show it, and to anyone else it would look like indifference or annoyance, but Anna could tell right away from their interaction that her sister was hurt. And really, Annalise couldn’t blame her. Freya was no dummy, of course she had figured out by now that Anna was avoiding her, and Anna was sure that she had connected the dots to the attack on the ministry. Maybe it was hypocritical for Annalise to feel weird about Freya fighting and not Evan, but it wasn’t the same, not really. Fighting as a Death Eater wasn’t Evan’s choice -- it wasn’t what he wanted. But Freya had willingly signed on. Still, Freya was her twin, and that meant something to Annalise. She had thought long and hard about where she stood in this war, and she had come to the decision that her mother had not made: she stood with her family.
Annalise decided that this confrontation would go over better if they were in private, so she returned home one afternoon and waited for Freya to come back to the flat. Anna had been staying with Priya during her soul searching, but she had to admit that it was nice to be home. And once she sorted things out with Freya, she would be able to relax. Annalise hadn’t fully figured what her decision meant -- did standing with her siblings mean she should become a Death Eater? Or was it enough to keep going the way things had been? Somehow, it didn’t feel as if they could go back to the way things had been. So what?
After a couple hours of waiting, Annalise felt jittery, and stood up from the couch to enter the kitchen. Maybe she’d start baking something, and Freya could join in when she arrived home -- that would be an icebreaker, and even if not, at least it gave Annalise something to do with all of this nervous energy. She had her hands elbow deep in a batch of dough for scones when she heard the door open, and she froze, her stomach going wild with nerves. “Freya?”
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