-September 1994-

The girl sat in the ship, looking at the mermaids in the lake. She smiled and waved to them, as the only girl in Durmstrang, Freyja was excused from the rowing that the other boys had to do. She was also forced to stay beneath deck, this was annoying for the girl but she was used to it after the days of travelling. The rowing was the exercise for the boys to do, as well as a punishment.

"We're here." Came a familiar voice, the one of her messy best friend- Poliakoff. Freyja smiled and took his offered hand, he pulled her up. The best friends walked up, above deck. Freyja's eyes shone at the sight of the castle.

"It's amazing." She said, smiling happily and Poliakoff rolled his eyes. He went to grab a staff and watched as the students of Hogwarts walked into their school. Freyja walked over to Viktor Krum and her headmaster, Igor Karkaroff. The students, all dressed in brown walked in single file off the ship. The boys were all wearing smart suits whilst Freyja was wearing a brown shirt and pleated skirt, along with her usual heeled boots and key necklace. Over this, she was wearing her large black fur coat and black leather gloves. Freyja's pale blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and a brown bow was in it. Freyja walked beside Viktor, her face becoming still as they waited for their school to be called. Soon it was and Freyja watched as the boys walked in, slamming their staffs to the floor, soon they started to do acrobatics and then she and Viktor walked in, her headmaster behind her. Viktor and Freyja stood aside as Igor greeted Dumbledore, once they were done the students of Durmstrang went and found seats. Freyja had been instructed to stay with Viktor during the feast, so when he walked over towards the table decked in green, Freyja followed him and sat down next to the older boy. She smiled when Poliakoff sat down on her other side. She joined in a conversation with Viktor and a younger pale boy.

"I nearly went to Durmstrang you know, my father he wanted to send me." Said the boy, pompously. Freyja didn't like him already.

"Viktor, jeg er ked af, at Quidditch på denne år, jeg altid nyder at se dig spille." Said Freyja, returning to her native language.

"I know, Freyja, but we're all going to enter." Said Viktor, looking at the girl who muttered "Almost all."

Poliakoff sighed, from beside her, he made her jump in surprise. Once he realised this, he smirked. "Freyja, it doesn't matter that you're younger than us. At least you're here, cheer up." He said, pulling Freyja close. She smiled and leaned on him.

"I still don't get why I'm here." Said the blonde girl, sighing. The boys on either side of Freyja rolled their eyes.

"You're not allowed to stay alone at Durmstrang, surrounded by boys without Karkaroff." Said Viktor, "Remember?"

This time, it was Freyja who was sighing.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Asked Poliakoff, looking at Freyja. Her plate was empty, and had been for a while. Viktor sighed and placed a bowl of Fish Soup in front of Freyja and Poliakoff handed her a spoon. Freyja moved her spoon around the bowl, not eating anything. Soon, the meal was over and Freyja stood up, after Viktor and Poliakoff had stood up. The three of them walked back to the ship, and the boys took Freyja to her private cabin. She walked into the room and closed the door, sighing. Freyja changed into her PJ's- a blue tank top with a pink tank top on top as well as a pair of shorts. She then pulled on her hoodie and slipped on her blue slippers. She smiled and let her hair down and placed her sleeping mask on. Soon, Igor Karkaroff walked in. He looked at Freyja.

"I noticed that you didn't eat much at dinner." He said, looking at his daughter.

"Wasn't hungry." Said the blonde, shrugging. She pulled her sleeping mask on her face and laid back onto the bed.

"You're not sleeping in the middle of our conversation." He said, lifting up her sleeping mask. "Is this about what your grandparents said?" He asked, Freyja sighed and looked at her father.

"No father." She muttered and he nodded, but didn't look convinced.

"I'm going to allow you to stay here for Christmas, for the Yule Ball." Said Igor, watching his daughter. "I'll leave you to sleep now, if you need anything call the house elf. We are purebloods and I cannot constantly watch you."

Freyja nodded and fell back onto the bed as her father walked out of the room. He was like two different people, the father that she knew and loved, and the pureblood extremist deatheater. The second the door was closed and locked from the outside, she stood up and ran to her mirror. She looked at herself, studied herself.

"Am I fat?" She asked, turning to the side. "Am I too fat to be married? Do I even want to be married? I'm only sixteen. Who would they marry me to? Anyone from this school, and I heard the word pureblood being thrown around a lot in the green table."

The blonde sighed and walked back over to her bed, pulling out a book. She read until she felt too tired, after placing the book on her nightstand and pulling her sleeping mask on, she fell asleep.

A/N- Okay, so whenever she's alone with people from Durmstrang or her father, she speaks Danish. Unless I write in Danish, when she's with students of Hogwarts, she speaks English with an accent. Also:

MY TRANSLATIONS AREN'T 100% ACCURATE

Translations:

Jeg er ked af, at Quidditch på denne år, jeg altid nyder at se dig spille.

I'm sorry that Quidditch isn't on this year, I always enjoy watching you play.