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Freya stood in the shadows of the Fawley Mansion, taking in the tall front windows, even with the curtains open the rooms behind them looked dark and uninviting. She shuddered, recalling a phrase her mom commonly used when talking about this house, the unhappiest place on earth. From what she could see it was an accurate description.
With a sigh she rolled her shoulders back and stepped up to the door, dragging her trunk behind her. The golden snake knocker sat proudly on the dark wooden door, Freya slowly reached her hand up letting the metal hoop hit once before quickly drawing her hand back. The fogged glass on either side of the door prevented her from looking into the hall, Freya had no idea if she had been heard.
The door swiftly swung open causing Freya to jump back. She was greeted by a small elf, who looked at Freya with wide amber eyes, her mouth open just slightly, almost like she was surprised.
"Hello," Freya smiled, hoping to ease the elf, "I'm Freya Parks."
"Forgive Lollie, Mistress Freya," she bowed before staining back up and fiddling with her tea towel dress, "Lollie thought, no matter.." she trailed off.
"Lollie, I believe my grandmother is expecting me."
"Yes!" Lollie squeaked, "in the parlor, Lollie will show, young mistress," with a snap of her long fingers Freya's trunk was gone and Lollie was walking into the house. Freya's eyes scanned the wall in the dark hallway, feeling a greater sense of dread with each step.
"Lollie is that the girl?" The voice of an older woman drifted into the hall from the only open door.
"Yes Madam," the little elf bowed before ushering Freya inside with a sorrowful look on her face. Freya stepped into the large room, the walls were a deep scarlet, black accents throughout, the bookcases, the light fixtures, even the fireplace, which seemed to be made from black marble. Freya noted the jar of floo powder on the mantle and tucked that away for the future.
"Take a seat," the elderly woman gestured to the couch, Freya cautiously lowered herself on the expensive-looking furniture. She watched as her grandmother continued to stand.
Sofia's voice sounded once again, Intimidation is Agatha Fawley's bread and butter, she craves that power. Freya shook it off and looked up at the old woman in front of her, clearly in her 70's her silver hair tied back in a bun so tight it seemed to stretch out the wrinkles on her face. Freya momentarily wondered if she took her hair down if her face would just melt together.
"Do you know who I am?" Lady Fawley asked in a stern voice, Freya nodded but it wasn't enough to appease the witch, "Use your words," she snapped.
"Yes.. ma- ma'am." Breath, Freya thought, it's only for a couple of months.
Agatha's eyes scanned over Freya as she paced in front of her, "That muggle attire will serve no use here, I'm sure your mother never bothered with proper clothing, second hand or otherwise."
"They weren't practical at home. I have my school clothes," the younger blond witch offered weakly.
"I think not," Lady Fawley snapped, "Something will be arranged," she waved it off with her long boney fingers.
Freya watched as the woman continued to pace the room lost in her own thoughts but never actually looking away from Freya. An uncomfortable amount of time passed before Agatha spoke, "Lollie!"
Freya did her best not to jump at the sudden sound, she looked at the elf as she appeared with a crack.
"Take her to her room, we have details that need to be discussed at dinner." And before Freya could form a response Lady Fawley was gone.
Freya followed Lollie back to the front of the house. As they reached the stairs she noticed pictures were missing, "Lollie?" Lollie stopped and turned her bright eyes on the young witch, "What happened to the paintings?"
"Madam moved them, when Mistress Sofia left," Lollie quickly turned around, with a small cough, continuing up the stairs. Freya swallowed past the lump in her throat and remained quiet as they approached her door.
The candles sprang to life as the door opened, Freya groaned, "Of course, it's fucking snakes." Brass serpents slithered up the bedposts, more carved into the wooden legs of the desk. Dark green walls encasing large antique furniture made the room feel cramped, I think I may actually be in hell. Freya thought as she rushed over to the only window, opening the thick curtains. Feeling a little better until she caught the disappointed glare of the house-elf, "Sorry," she smiled weakly.
"Lollie will come get Mistress for dinner," she bowed and went to leave the room Freya called out, "Please don't call me that, just Freya is fine." Lollie nodded once more and closed the door.
Freya heard the faint pop and sighed walking over to the bed and falling on it face first, at least the bed's comfortable. Her solitude was broken about a half-hour later as the door swung open once more and a different elf walked in, a stack of clothes floating behind him, he grumbled as he walked to what Freya assumed was the closet. With a wave of his hand, the clothes were hung neatly in the small space, shoes lined up under them.
"Hello," Freya said politely, sitting up.
He grumbled, "Brimley brings Miss Freya proper clothes, she should change quickly. Dinner will be ready soon."
"Okay," Freya hopped off the bed as her unhelpful guest left. Opening the closet doors she thumbed through the various fabrics, finally settling on a blue tea dress with three quarter length sleeves. Once she changed she let out a sad sigh as she said goodbye to her comfortable clothes for the foreseeable future.
She stood in the mirror twirling a piece of long, blond hair around her finger while admiring the intricate flower pattern on the fabric of her dress, the red roses stood out against the pale blue and gave Freya an odd sense of satisfaction.
"That was one of Mistress Sofia's favorites," Lollie squeaked from the door, Freya spun around, hand on her chest, "Sweet Laveau, you scared me Lollie."
Lollie bowed her head, her ears falling a bit, "Lollie apologies, she only wished to tell Mis- Freya, that dinner is ready."
"It's ok, thank you Lollie," she tugged on the tight sleeve that fell just above her elbow, smiling a little. She followed the elf into the hall and back through the house.
Freya stepped through the double doors and cringed at the obnoxious long wooden table, the only comforting part about this room was the smell of roasted chicken and potatoes coming from somewhere nearby.
She walked over to the only other seat with a plate in front of it. Agatha didn't even turn her head as she spoke, "A letter from the school arrived just after you, The Headmaster needs you to choose your classes before they can send you your supply list. Fill it out and send it with Lollie this evening."
"Yes ma'am," Freya replied over the lump in her throat.
"Your marks are...impressive," Lady Fawley choked out as if she didn't want to give the compliment, "Potions seems to be your best subject, your mother had a faculty for that as well."
The grumpy elf from earlier, popped through the doorway with a tray levitating behind him. "What other skills do you have?"
Freya's bright blue eyes snapped back to her grandmother, "I- I can cook, and umm play the piano," she offered.
"Hmm," She eyed the elf as he plated the food.
There it is, Freya thought, just ask, you know you want to.
"Now, as far as anyone here is concerned your mother died the night she left, you're a distant cousin. A Fawley cousin."
"What the hell's wrong with Parks?" Freya regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.
Agatha slapped the table and turned a stern eye on Freya, "You will not speak like that in this house. This will be your only warning," she turned her gaze back on her meal as Freya began to pick at her plate, "You'll have classes during the day, hopefully, the tutors I've hired can find some redeeming qualities. No one picks up a suitor based on looks alone."
Freya's fork hit the plate with a clatter, "I'm sorry, a what now?"
"A suitor, a proper witch must wed a proper wizard. Something your mother failed to understand," the last statement was dripping with venom, "No arrangements can be made until you're 17 of course but the rest of these girls have had years to make a name for themselves."
Freya stared at her plate as the old woman continued to ramble on about how her blood status wasn't ideal but it may work in their favor as the Malfoy's and the Rosier's had decided to branch a little further out.
"I see your mother's old clothes fit," Lady Fawley suddenly turned her full attention back to her sulking granddaughter.
"Yes ma'am," Freya nodded before looking back down at her food.
"Good. The second floor east wing of the house is off-limits, Lollie can show you the library tomorrow, you'll find everything to help with your lessons, just because you're not being graded does not mean I will tolerate poor performance," the warning slipped out effortlessly as she snapped her boney fingers, Brimley was back, clearing the plates, bowing to Agatha as she stood, she looked down at Freya once more, "Disappointment is not an option Freya."
The younger witch shuddered as her grandmother left the room, getting up from her seat and heading upstairs.
The words control and composure bounced around Freya's head more than normal over the next few days, it had quickly become clear that the Fawley's were not good people, magical or otherwise.
Freya fought back the extra tingles of magic when her instructor used words like Mudblood and half breeds, referred to muggles as less than, all while praising the sacred purists.
Her lessons in etiquette were no better, the teacher couldn't have been older than thirty but she had no patience and impeccable aim when smacking knuckles with her wand. Her twenty-minute rant on why proper ladies don't drink coffee was an entirely different matter.
Freya absentmindedly stared out the window, swirling her spoon in the small white teacup, hoping the honey and milk she added would make it tolerable. Her mother had mentioned a garden but Freya had yet to wander far outside her room, scared to upset the lady of the house and not wanting to experience the punishment she knew Agatha was capable of.
The brown-haired instructor rambled on about proper greetings, titles of the rich and famous as Freya silently referred to them. Truthfully all it did was make her more anxious for the weeks to come when she would have to put these lessons into practice.
Another wack across her hand brought Freya back to her current problem, "I asked you a question," the instructor said sternly, "Get up, I want to see your curtsey." Freya slowly moved from her chair, internally pushing down any emotion that threatened to take control. It was ten knee throbbing minutes before the teacher was satisfied and sent Freya on her way.
Freya collapsed on her bed after a couple of hours in the library and a terrible dinner, mentally exhausted. She laid there for a moment before her finely tuned sense of smell caught something different. She rolled over and sat up, on her desk was a candle, the sight made Freya smile. Her feet hit the floor as the door opened and Lollie walked in with a tray, "A package for Freya came today, Lollie hid it before Madame saw," Freya spotted the tray behind Lollie, with a flick of her little wrist the silver tray settled on the table, "Lollie put the chocolates on your trunk," the elf bowed and smiled and Freya.
"Thank you Lollie," Freya picked up the mug from the tray, letting the scent of the chocolate wash over her.
"There was more of that in the box," eyeing the cup, "Freya needs only ask if she wants more," Lollie bowed again before walking out of the room.
Freya sat down at the desk, reaching out for the tall homemade candle, she closed her eyes smelling vanilla, and honey with a pinch of jasmine, she didn't need to read the letter to know who sent this particular care package, "Thanks Vera," Freya whispered out loud, lighting the candle off the one on her desk, grumbling a little because she still wasn't sure how strict the ministry was about underage magic here.
Finally picking up the letter and running her fingers over the bright pink ink, laughing quietly thinking about how her mother hated the bright colored ink, and thanks to Vera, Freya had a steady supply to write home with.
My wonderful Freya,I wasn't sure what to send, or if you would even get the package. The stories Sofie used to tell me about Lady Fawley still make me shudder but if there's ink on the paper then it reached its intended target. Ella and Davis have been taking turns at MACUSA trying to find out why they blatantly ignored your mother's will.
Of course, they are ignoring Davis because of his age and Ella, well with her standing in the magical community she's not getting very far either. Freya paused staring into the dancing flame of her new candle, So there had been a will. So I think it's best, for now, sweet girl to make the most of this terrible situation. We're all helping out at the shop until you say different, we've had to take a couple of the more advanced potions off of the list but it doesn't seem to be hurting business. I'm not sure why but before everything happened your mom set up an account at Gringotts, everything has been sent there along with your share of the apothecary's profits each month. Don't worry about us, I'll keep you updated. On a lighter note, I should have a batch of your favorite incense ready about the time you start school so I'll send them with your next package.
While I know it's hard, be brave, remember the goddess you were named for, use the candle, and breathe. But when all else fails show them what those sharp teeth can do.
All my love and more,Vera
Freya moved from her chair folding the letter up and slipping it into her trunk. Moving back to the desk she grabbed the chair slipping it under the doorknob, Witches never think of the muggle tricks first. Freya smiled to herself before sitting on the rug in front of her mirror, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths, feeling the extra surges of magic bouncing around desperate to be let out, she pondered a moment about the best approach. Letting her eyes flutter open taking in her reflection, her bright blue eyes had been replaced with a chocolate color, long blond hair now shoulder-length dark brown and wavy, the narrow bridge of her nose just a bit wider.
She'd pick this shift anytime she was upset with her mom, giving herself her father's traits. Sofia hated it but never missed a beat, "Well at least now your face matches your attitude," she'd snap through the hall usually followed by grumbling, "Acts just like her damn father."
Tilting her head Freya watched her reflection as the dark brown locks twisted into Shirley Temple ringlets, aqua in color, bright violet irises. She laughed as the pig snout she'd been thinking about came to fruition. Hearing something in the hall, Freya shook her head and jumped up, checking her appearance before moving the chair and slipping into the bathroom. She quickly turned on the tub and moved back to the door, she distinctly heard the door to the hall open for a moment and then close again.
Freya slid down the bathroom door, Just two more months.
Freya paced around the parlor, the dress Agatha had her wear made sitting terribly uncomfortable. It was the middle of July and Lady Fawley had been pleased enough with Freya's progress to start seeing suitors.
Just play along, you're almost seventeen. Freya kept the thought on repeat almost like a mantra to keep her from losing her mind. She heard her grandmother's voice echo down the hall, "I must say Walburga this is highly irregular," she sounded angry, "When you confirmed the meeting I assumed you would be bringing your eldest child."
"That filthy blood traitor is no son of mine, took off, no doubt to the Potter's. Regulus, however, shows great promise…"
Freya tuned out the rest of the conversation from the hall, moving to the window and throwing it open. She fought back the urge to just climb out and settled for enjoying the breeze. A light knock on the door caused Freya to turn around, Lollie walked in with a bow, "Lord Black for Mistress Freya," the little elf smiled as she stood back up.
"Thank you Lollie," Freya gritted her teeth, trying to smile politely at the younger boy in front of her. Lollie quickly slipped out of the door closing it behind her.
"Odd little elf," Regulus stated as he moved to the couch running a hand through his jet black hair that fell just above his ears.
"She's something," Freya replied nervously, fidgeting with the edge of her dress.
"You don't have to curtsey or any of that nonsense," he waved a hand sitting down.
"Oh thank Morganna," Freya huffed.
"Would you like to sit?"
"I don't believe I'm capable," Freya waved a hand over her dress, "I'm actually amazed I can breathe."
He gave a small laugh, "I've never been big on mythology, Freya the goddess of love?"
Freya smirked, "among other things, war, death, and fertility. There was also a legend that she could change the fates." Pretty ironic since mine seems to be sealed, Freya pulled at her fingers, "Sorry I ramble, Regulus that's a star right?"
"Yes," he groaned, "it's a family thing, my brother, my father, his sisters, I could ramble off facts of my own if you'd like."
"Not unless you want to," she laughed in response, finally taking a chance getting as comfortable as she could in one of the high back chairs. The two spent the next hour talking about the school and Quidditch, topics that seemed to come fairly easy to both of them. As she watched Lollie lead him back into the hall Freya knew it was too much to hope all of her little meetings would go that easily.
Vera laughed as a crimson-haired ten-year-old Freya threw open the shop's front door, throwing a stuffed dragon and heading to the table that had been set up for her. "You're so angry for someone so little," she said watching the girls tantrum.
Vera turned her attention to the tired-looking blond walking in behind her daughter, she closed the door gently and walked over to the high counter, laying her head in her arms.
Vera walked over and laid a hand on her arm, "What happened?"
Sofia lifted her head, "She threw a boy. Knocked him right across the playground. Lucky his mother wasn't paying attention, I fixed everything before it got out of hand." She turned her attention to the younger version of herself, sitting at her table reading the battered copy of Charlotte's Web for the hundredth time, "I'm not sure what to do anymore, I can't just keep her locked up we've seen how that works, Ben isn't keen on replacing all the windows again."
"I've said it before I'll say it again, you have to let her dip into her quarter magic, she was born here, it's hers to use."
"Giving Freya access to more magic isn't going to help her control what she's already got," Sofia snapped.
"Neither is keeping her locked up like fucking Rapunzel, Sofie. Laveau's ghost you act like we're worshipping the devil, power isn't good or evil, it's how you use it."
"It's not the answer and that's that!" Sofia stomped her foot for effect only earning a laugh from her friend.
"I have another idea," Vera smiled walking around the counter and over to Freya, "Charlotte's Web again?" She asked crouching down to meet the girl eye to eye.
"You know it's my favorite," Freya kept her eyes scanning the pages not really reading, "I didn't mean to hurt him, he was being mean and I just wanted him to go away."
"Ma douce fille," Vera pulled Freya into an award hug, "Let's go to my house, we can smell the candles and I'll help you make it all better, hmm?"
Freya freed herself from the hug giving her surrogate aunt a small smile and a nod.
Sunlight poured through the window causing Freya to stir from her very realistic dream, she could still smell the incense her mother burned to keep the shop from smelling like various potion ingredients. Swinging her legs over her bed and padding barefoot across the floor, she kneeled in front of her trunk and pulled out the very same copy of Charlotte's Web. It was even more worn now the cover and the spine more tape than anything, corners of pages torn or had been folded down so much the creases would never fade.
With a small sigh, she slipped the book back into her trunk. She stood up stretching her arms over her head before the excitement of the day hit, I get to get out of this house!
Freya's Hogwarts supply list had come a couple of days ago with little more than a week before she had to get on the train. Just seven more days until sweet, sweet, freedom.
Freya quickly dressed and made her way downstairs, trying her hardest to contain her excitement. Lady Fawley stood in the dining room looking as if she'd been waiting for Freya, "Lollie will be taking you to Diagon Alley, she'll show you around but she won't be able to linger, I need her for things around here. I assume you know how to feed yourself?"
"Yes ma'am," Freya replied confused.
"I have an event tonight, you'll be on your own."
Freya bit her cheeks to keep from smiling, A shopping trip alone and a chance to check out the second floor, jack-fucking-pot.
Agatha's voice cut through Freya's thoughts, "Do not embarrass me, Freya," her voice dripping with disdain, "While I'm impressed with your progress, I can't help wonder if it's not all an act," the older witch circled Freya as she spoke.
Oh, it's an act, if I wasn't afraid to go to prison I would have killed you the first time you referred to my dad as a pathetic muggle.
"Lollie!" Lady Fawley yelled when Freya didn't respond. With a small crack, the elf appeared beside Freya, "Is Mistress Freya ready?" The elf bounced on her toes.
"Show her the shops explain the account," Agatha addressed Lollie before turning her eyes back to Freya, "The Leakey Cauldron has a floo, the Fawley Nest will bring you to the fireplace in the parlor, Lollie will open it when she returns." With a nod to the elf, she quickly moved out of the room.
One thing Freya was grateful for was her grandmother never seemed to stay in the same room long. Even at meals, she seemed to be finishing up as Freya was walking in even though she was never late.
Freya didn't have time to dwell on it though, Lollie grabbed her hand and with a pop, she was pulled magically to their destination. Freya's stomach lurched as her feet hit the ground, "Holy hell Lollie! A little warning next time." Freya laid a hand on her stomach suddenly, very thankful she hadn't eaten yet.
"Lollie apologies, but Madam has a long list for Lollie to do unless Mistress Freya says otherwise."
"I told you to stop calling me that," Freya hissed, she bit her lip and changed her tone "and no, there's no reason for you to get in trouble, just show me to the robe shop and I can find my way from there." She added a small smile to reassure her favorite house elf.
Lollie looked unaffected and smiled proudly as she turned around and led the way down a cobblestone path, they stopped in front of a store called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Lollie quickly explained the accounts for the shops she'd need and Freya was content in knowing her grandmother thought she was penniless. Shortly after the little elf was gone with a pop and Freya was off shopping.
She pretended not to notice the odd looks she got from the older shop owners or how when she said the name Fawley their eyes would widen just a little. Her plan of asking each shop owner the way to the next store had worked fairly well with one exception, she'd been zigzagging around the alley for hours and she was starving. She gave her name to the younger girl behind the counter and intently listened to the directions to the 'Leaky'.
She walked down the street making sure not to miss any landmarks, there was only one turn and she didn't want to miss it.
"Miss Fawley!"
Freya groaned at the male voice behind her, Master or lord? Shit, shit. Freya spun around and took a chance, "Lord Malfoy, how nice to see you."
The pompous blond in front of her smirked as he replied, "You should have informed me you were making your way to the shops, I would have been happy to escort you.'
"A last-minute decision," and one I would not have made any differently. Freya smiled politely, hoping something would draw his attention away from her.
Lucius's grey eyes bored into Freya's, "Pity."
Suddenly he was too close, his eyes roamed over Freya and she stepped back, "Well I better finish up, lots to buy," she moved to turn away from him but Malfoy snatched her arm, Freya looked down and back at grabby.
"Why such a hurry, surely you could use a tour."
Freya attempted to pull her arm away but Lucius held tight, "Let me go," she said calmly not trying to cause a scene. His grip only tightened, as he seemed content on intimidating her to accept his request. Freya was having none of that, "Move your hand before I relocate it for you," she almost growled the threat.
Malfoy's retort was cut off as a voice called from behind him, "Oi, Malfoy, in the wrong alley ain't ya?"
Freya looked around Lucius and saw a tall black-haired boy, arms crossed over his muggle Black Sabbath t-shirt. Another boy with messy black hair and round glasses walked up, "Looks like she wants you to leave her alone," he copied his friend's stance staring at their target.
Malfoy released Freya's arm fully facing the other two, "That's Lord Malfoy to blood traitors like you."
"Well, that's original, been taking lessons from Walburga have you?" The first boy snapped.
That must be Regulus's brother. Freya shook it off and cleared her throat, "Well as much as I'd like to be a part of this verbal pissing contest, I really do have things to do." She cringed trying to backpedal her snark, "Thank you for the offer Malfoy but Lollie already showed me around, I'll see you at school." She quickly looked at the other two, "Thank you," she mouthed silently before continuing on her search for food.
"Lollie I'm home!" Freya called out as she stepped out of the fireplace, the elf in question popped up next to her.
"Did Freya eat?" She asked excitedly.
"I did, thank you Lollie, but I wouldn't be opposed to some coco," Freya smiled back.
"Right away," Lollie snapped her fingers moving Freya's bags to her room and then was off to the kitchen with a pop. Freya made her way through the hall and up the stairs, stopping at the landing she always skipped. She stopped to listen, making sure Lady Fawley was indeed gone, finally she put her hand on the brass doorknob giving it a turn, gasping a little in surprise that the door opened right up, everything is telling her this was a trap. Freya paused in the doorway looking down a short hall that only seemed to have three doors. She took a breath and stepped in closing the hall door behind her. Opening the only door on the left, she almost cried at the sight, it was a full potions lab, the shelves were almost bare but the cauldron and the work table were still set up as if someone had just quit in the middle of something.
Resisting the urge to explore further she moved across the hall, the first door led to a glorious bathroom, bright gold tile, across the walls, black on the floor with the central focus being a large black bathtub in the center of the room. There was another door to her left that looked to lead to the same room as the door in the hall, she grabbed the knob and pulled it open. Freya's jaw dropped, the bedroom she'd just entered was covered in dust and cobwebs. The once bright yellow canopy now a dull tan that matched the bedding years of sun bleaching and neglect to blame. Freya noticed a stack of painting leaning against one of the dark wooden dressers.
Careful not to knock the rest over she pulled the first one away laying it on the floor, she ran her hand over the dust-caked canvas, revealing the painting underneath, "Fuck me sideways," Freya muttered. This definitely explained the looks she got today, if she didn't know better she would have thought the portrait was a mirror, A sixteen-year-old Sofia Fawley stood proudly with her green and silver robes a badge pinned to her chest. Freya looked back at the stack counting five more and willing to bet Agatha had one of these done every year before her daughter went to school. No wonder she hates being in the same room as me.
Freya move the painting back and walked around the room, spotting little things she remembered her mom talking about, golden sparrow bookends holding up long-forgotten copies of potions books, a white jewelry box that if Freya dared to open would play the Hogwarts school song, the thing that interested he most though, was the desk. Sofia mentioned on more than one occasion she charmed a drawer to open only at her touch.
Freya walked over reaching for the drawer and tugged at it, it stayed shut tight, figuring her luck had run out for the night she turned to leave. She almost missed the faint click, spinning back to the desk, the drawer was open just a crack. Freya slowly walked over reaching for it, looking inside she saw one item, a wand. Picking it up she noticed a small crack in the handle but nothing that would have put it out of commission. She slipped the wand into her pocket, closing up the desk and retreating to her own room.
Freya woke up the next morning and couldn't leave her room, calling for Lollie seemed to do no good either, trays were sent up for meals but even then no one entered her room. She spent most of the first day pacing worriedly, burning her stress-relieving candle almost down to nothing. The second and third she tried to read but couldn't keep her thoughts at bay, every minute seemed to increase her nervousness.
Two days before she was supposed to leave for school Freya couldn't take it anymore, she yanked on the handles of her window only to find they wouldn't open, picking up a book off of the desk she threw it only to have it bounce off the glass.
"I learned a few things the first round," Freya froze in place as Agatha's voice entered the room, "Honestly Freya, refusing help from Lucius, he's your best option."
Freya spun around, "I didn't need his help, which I told hi-"
"Enough!" Agatha snapped with a wave of her wand, Freya was silenced and stuck to the spot, "You, will, not, disappoint me again Sofia." Two slashes of her wand and Freya fell to the ground, burning pain in her back, "Anything to say?" The old woman asked looking down.
Freya bit back tears but refused to speak.
Another flick of her wand had Freya screaming on the floor, her concentration lost as she felt tingles of magic flow through her scalp. The spell ended and Freya opened her eyes to see the bright white hair falling over her face.
"I guess the rumors were true." Without another word the wicked bitch of the east was gone.
French translation
My sweet girl