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Marius and Freya: A Wizard and Yet Another Pendragon

Marius had been cooped up by his father for years. In a lot of ways, his being sent to learn under the tutelage of Balthazar had been the greatest thing that happened to him. He had to learn things still, and he had to do a lot of chores, but besides that, he was free to roam and do as he wished. Another bonus was that he was allowed to go to the events at the castle. He and Balthazar had been invited to a dinner with King Arthur and his family. Marius usually hated formal gatherings, but this one would be different. Marius hadn't been to the castle in quite some time. Merlin had all but locked him up when his powers began to develop and he missed out on a lot. He had been rather close to the Pendragon children before he was forced away. Now was his chance to be friends with them again. Particularly Freya, who was his age. He wasn't sure if their friendship would pick back up easily, or if they would go through an awkward period where they had to get used to one another again. However, he thought it best to just smile and hope for the best. He finished getting ready and then he and Balthazar went to the castle. They were ushered into the dining hall and made to take their seats. They rose again when the royal family entered. Then they were allowed to sit and were served. Marius found himself next to Freya and some royal figure he didn't know. He turned and smiled politely. "Hello, Princess Freya. It's been some time." He said cordially.

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An Honest Mistake | Freya and Georgia

The theme park was, Georgia had to admit, huge and kind of awe inspiring. Then again, Georgia had never really been to many theme parks in her life time, so she probably wasn't the best person to ask. She'd decided today was going to be another day, a day where she would be good, and since they'd touched down, she'd decided to drop the cigarettes until they got back to bast camp (but she wasn't totally giving up her vices, she'd still snuck her vodka bottles into her suitcase). And so, she felt a little bit empty, her fingers slightly lost, considering they weren't clamped around a lit cigarette, and her lips strangely soft. That, she supposed, was the plus of not smoking, your lips didn't dry out insanely quickly. 

One thing she'd been surprised about, was the prevalence of alcohol in the theme park, and she'd inevitably found herself in the bar/restaurant/creche that was chilling in the corner of the park. Georgia was like a moth and a flame with cheap drink, and even though this wasn't that cheap, it was cheap enough. Dropping down onto a bench outside Georgia nursed the cheap cider that she'd bought herself, and dropped her head back, sunglasses on her face as she soaked in the sun, taking occasional sips of her cider. 

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Paris Holds The Key To Your Heart | Freya and Georgia

Paris would never ever grate on Georgia's nerves she'd decided. Ever. Compared to both America and Britain, the heat was a nice middle ground, the sun was bright but not blinding, and the booze was cheap but not toxic. There was the downside of the city naturally, but every city had it's seedier side. That was part of the ride with inner city life. Everyone accepted it. But, that said, there was something truly magical about Paris. Georgia wasn't sure what it was (though she was sure it had something to do with the wide array of attractive, nicely accented men wandering around), but she'd locked into Paris as a city, and didn't want to let go. At all. 

She'd spent most of the days however, inside the house. Bar the first day when they'd arrived, and they'd almost been obliged to go out and be a tourist, she'd only gone to the city in the evening, when the museum's and shops were closed and the city began to let down it's hair. That was the sort of Paris she liked, not the stuffy, closed up place that it could be in danger of falling into during the day.

Sitting in the bay window downstairs, with a lit cigarette dangling out of the window, and a book open on her lap, Georgia found herself looking out of the window and onto the city, where she could vaguely see the point of the Eiffel Tower. It was one of those days, where the weather was duller than normal, but it was perfect because there'd be no tourists. The only thing holding her back was her lack of company. She spent plenty of days alone, and in company, but she wasn't really...close with anyone. Not to the point that the program was supporting, and it felt a little odd to shout around, asking who wanted to go out, or even just targeting people in their rooms. They'd most likely turn her down and get a restraining order on the blonde, and that would suck.

Instead, she decided, she'd people watch. People came up and down the stairs all the time. When she found someone who seemed malleable enough, she'd persuade them to go out with her. That was a plan. It was a shitty plan...but it was a plan