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Sirius and James, loaded down with treats from the kitchen, scrambled into the common room well past curfew.
James stopped short, almost falling over when Sirius slammed into his back, "What the-" Sirius started.
James hit his shoulder and pointed towards the fireplace. Freya had fallen asleep at one of the tables, bent over a book.
Sirius offloaded his part of their haul on James before walking over to the table, he carefully slid the book away. Closing it and moving it to the side, the gold le ttering on the dark leather front caught his eye, Clouding your mind: A Legilimens Guide to Occlusion.
Sirius quirked up an eyebrow, What are you up to?
He pushed the book aside and leaned down and whispered, "Fawley, wake up."
"I'm not sleeping," she mumbled.
"No? Well then you snore when you're awake," Sirius barked out a laugh.
She sat up stretching her arms above her head, "We all have our quirks," she groaned.
"Nope pure perfection right here," Sirius smirked.
His hand found its way back to the book as he slid it back across the table towards Freya, "Interesting read I see." His hand still resting on the cover.
"I like to know things," she shrugged as she stood up, reaching for the book.
He pulled it back towards him, "Pretty advanced magic, not something the library has just lying around."
"Give me my book," Freya growled, tired and frustrated she was not looking forward to a battle of wits.
She shot forward, reaching for the book but Sirius was faster snatching it up and moving to the couch. He propped his feet up and started thumbing through the pages.
"Why are you so aggravating?" Freya crossed her arms and glared at the black haired boy.
"Why are you so secretive?" He continued flipping pages not making eye contact with Freya.
"I asked first."
"It's part of my charm," he laughed, "Your turn."
"I'm a boring girl that likes to read, I don't know what else you want from me," Freya shifted her weight just a little, confused as Sirius smirked.
"While your words sound very convincing, you, dear Fea, have a tell."
"Please enlighten me," Freya sat at the other end of the couch, ice blue eyes staring daggers at Sirius.
"Oh no, if I tell you then you'll make a conscious effort to stop," his smile widened as he finally met her eyes, "I also like to know things."
He closed the book and held it out, Freya paused a moment, sure that the second she reached for it, he'd childishly move it back out of her reach.
As if he could read her thoughts, his smile disappeared and he nodded towards the book before quietly saying, "You can trust me."
Freya snatched the book holding it close to her chest.
Sirius just chuckled, hopping up from the couch, "Night Fea."
"Night," she replied.
Freya sat there for a few minutes with a heavy feeling, thinking maybe Sirius meant that trust could extend beyond the book.
Shaking it off she walked upstairs to get some real sleep, there were still two more days of classes before the weekend.
Freya, Lily, and Remus sat at a table tucked into the far end of the library.
Freya scribbled the last line of her transfiguration essay, "Done," she sighed, leaning back in her chair.
"Let me see," Lily leaned over picking up the parchment.
The blond tilted her head back, looking up at the ancient ceiling, wondering how many bricks were between each wooden joist.
"Have you asked him yet?" Freya heard a whisper to her left.
"No he's always around that Fawney girl," another voice replied in a not so quiet whisper.
"I think it's Fawley," the first girl corrected, effectively getting Freya's full attention.
She sat up, turning her head just a little, catching a glimpse of the two Ravenclaw's.
"Whatever," the second girl sneered, throwing her long black hair over her shoulder.
She glared at her brunette friend, "The point is, he sits with her at meals, walks with her to class. Seems like Sirius is the only one who can't see she's not worth his time."
"I'm sure you'll find a way around that."
Freya had heard enough, her hand slid across the desk knocking a pile of books to the floor.
She locked eyes with the bitter one, Freya watched as crimson soaked the Ravenclaw's face, realizing she'd been overhead.
Freya leaned over picking up the books and shoving them into her bag. Lily, who was biting her lip to keep from laughing, slid Freya's essay back across the table.
"Who is that?" Freya muttered.
Lily looked over her shoulder, "The girl with the long hair is Watts, I'm not what her first name is."
"Thanks," Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Freya stood up and walked over to the two girls, "Sorry my mere presence seems to upset you," Freya smirked at the girl who was blinking up at her, "But I can assure you I'm not the reason he's not acknowledging you."
"Oh please," the Ravenclaw snapped, "You know exactly what you're doing. If there's a Marauder around you seem to be close by," she jerked her head towards Remus, "Oh look there's one."
"Yeah we were studying."
Watts rolled her eyes and looked at her friend, "I think Gryffindor whore has a nice ring to it don't you?"
Freya bit her tongue hard enough to taste blood. She resisted the urge to knock a few of the girl's teeth down her throat by quickly leaving the library
Sirius and James were playing Wizard's Chess when Lily and Remus walked into the common room.
The redhead made her way to the dorms while the other joined his friends.
"You seem to be missing one," Sirius looked up from his game.
"Freya didn't come through here?" Remus asked, taking the empty seat, "she left the library an hour ago, I figured she'd come up here."
"Nope," James replied, cutting his eyes between both of his friends.
Sirius sat up tall in his chair looking around the common room, "You got the map?"
The messy haired Gryffindor nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded stack of parchment. He laid it out on the table taking another look around before tapping it with his wand mumbling, "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."
Red ink spread across the parchment, James leaned over it closely scanning every inch, flipping the pages slowly, "She's not on the map," he said quietly.
"What are you talking about," Sirius reached across the table snatching the map, repeating James's actions a little more frantically, "That's impossible," he said finally.
"Unless she's not in the castle," Remus said reassuringly, "We haven't finished the grounds, or the east wing on the fifth floor."
Sirius slowly combed over the map, feeling slightly better seeing Rosier and Malfoy in the Slytherin Common Room.
Sirius ran his hand through his hair and leaned back in his chair, "You're right. Maybe she went for a walk."
Freya slid quietly through the portrait hole, only shaking out the dark red locks once the door closed behind her.
"Well isn't that a handy little trick?" Freya froze as Sirius's voice rang out from the fireplace.
She slowly turned, surprised to see James, both boys wore a smirk but it was he who spoke first, "I think it's time you answer some questions, Parks."
Her eyes went wide and she looked at Sirius in shock, "You told him?!"
"He told me," Sirius shrugged, as he patted the spot on the couch.
Freya didn't move, instead looking at James, "How did you-"
"We'll get to that," James cut her off, "You want to explain how you just materialized on the seventh floor?"
"I what? I walked through a door and into a hall…" Freya's shock quickly turned to confusion, "a hall I know no one was in."
"There's no door there, just a long hallway and a terrible troll painting," Sirius argued.
Freya smiled, "There is if you know where to look."
Sirius looked hurt, "You can't possibly expect us to believe you know more about this place than we do."
"I didn't say I knew more." She rolled her eyes, "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," she said as she finally plopped down on the couch.
Sirius narrowed his eyes at her, "You smell like dirt."
Probably because I've spent the last four hours rolling in it and chasing enchanted squirrels. Freya tried not to laugh, "Not the point now is it?"
Sirius opened his mouth to reply but James cut him off, "Deal."
He nodded his head to the enchanted parchment laid out on the table, Freya stood up and walked over. Her eyes full of amazement as she looked over each labeled dot, "You guys made this?" She said quietly as her fingers ran over their three dots, hers boldly labeled F. Parks.
"We've been working on it for a few years now," James beamed, "Your turn."
Freya tore her eyes away from the map, meeting James's hazel ones, his face full of seriousness.
She moved back to the couch leaning against the armrest and tucking her legs underneath her, "My mom told me about a room, only shows up if you really need it."
"The Come and Go Room? That's a myth," Sirius argued.
"She called it the Room of Requirements but either way it's not a myth," Freya crossed her arms.
"How exactly did your American mother know about it?"
"All these assumptions."
Sirius stopped, looking at James quickly before turning his head back to Freya, his expression was hard to read, "You're not a Fawley cousin, are you?"
Freya shook her head, "Quite a bit closer actually." Her eyes traveled down to her hands.
"I wanna see it," James suddenly burst out, "the room."
Both Sirius and Freya looked up at him, the latter asking, "Now?"
"Why not?"
"I mean, I bust in here looking like Lily because it's," she looked at her watch, "One in the morning."
Sirius laughed, "Too bad you can't share that little talent."
"Pity," she replied flatly.
"Tomorrow then," James announced standing up, "After practice."
"Okay? Wait that's it?" She asked, twisting around.
"I just wanted to know why the map wasn't working. It's one in the morning, everything but my bed is irrelevant."
Freya gave a little nod as James walked towards the dorms.
She stretched her arms above her head, yawning before looking back at Sirius, he was watching her intently, "What?" She asked.
"Just calculating the amount of time it's going to take for you to burn yourself out, doing whatever it is you're doing," Sirius leaned into the opposite corner of the couch.
The firelight flickered off his face, making his smirk just a little more mischievous.
"Oh it'll be a while, caffeine and spite have never led me astray," She chuckled, "Besides I'm not up to anything. Some insecure witch said something that upset me and I needed a little joy."
"Joy?"
"I'm confused by your confusion, yes joy."
Sirius sighed, "This is going nowhere fast."
"Actually it took us a while to get here," Freya laughed again.
Sirius scowled at her, "Why are you so secretive?"
"Why are you so nosey?"
"Merlin, you're ridiculous, you know that?"
"One of my many fine qualities."
He slapped his palm to his face and groaned, "I can't believe I'm saying this," he sighed, "But can you please be serious?"
The smile Freya wore faded to an annoyed expression, "I'm not secretive, I just don't offload my problems onto other people."
"I asked, it's not offloading."
"Why do you even care?" She snapped, "You've known me for what two weeks, not even. Realistically you should not be this involved in what makes me tick."
"You know what? Fine, don't tell me. But you should know out of everyone in this tower, I'm the expert at secrets."
As he stood up to leave, Freya covered her face with her hands, "My summer was eye opening and not in a good way. Trust was a problem before all of this nonsense."
Sirius stopped, turning to face Freya, her blond hair now grey like storm clouds.
He slowly moved back to the couch, "How much closer?" He asked, Freya lifted her head confused.
"You said earlier you were closer than a cousin, how much closer?"
Freya bit her lip, feeling torn, "My mother is Sofia Fawley, she didn't die twenty years ago, she died in May," Freya finally choked out.
Fiddling with her hands again, she avoided the look she was sure Sirius was giving her, "On May twenty-third three unknown magical signatures entered our house… and now… I'm here."
"You know why Lady Fawley said she died right?"
Freya met his gaze before shaking her head.
"Because a deal had already been made. Something that always made me smile… knowing Walburga was Orion's second choice."
Freya sat straight up, "Wait you mean to tell me that-"
"If your mother hadn't dropped everything and ran away, one of us probably wouldn't exist? Yes."
"Not exactly the direction I was going but ok…" Freya shook her head, "How do you even know this."
"My father keeps his old school things locked away in the attic, and since I was told not to touch it,"
"You touched it," she rolled her eyes
"Of course," he beamed, "Anyway, there are about a dozen pictures of a woman who looks just like you. He'd even stuffed the contract in there."
"More or less than a goat?"
"Way more. Gold and property if I remember correctly."
"So you knew this whole time who I was and you didn't say anything?" Freya said slightly angry.
"I assumed but you don't seem to be too fond of that habit," he smirked.
Freya stopped the smart remark, biting at her lip again, "So I just don't sign anything, simple."
"Yeah, sure, except one small problem."
"What?"
"Oh, just this little thing called magic."
Ok, not so simple.
"The book," Freya said at a whisper.
Sirius cocked up and eyebrow, "The one you had last night?"
"Yeah. You asked where it came from but honestly I couldn't tell you. I woke up Monday and it was on the end of my bed."
Freya stood up pacing in front of the fire, the exhaustion she'd felt when she'd returned to the Common Room long forgotten, "This is just getting more frustrating," she groaned.
"I'm missing things aren't I?" Sirius suddenly asked from the couch.
Freya stopped pacing, tilting her head up, "You are but… I think I am too.. I'm not sure how everything lines up yet," she started moving again, scrunching up her face in concentration.
Sirius waited, watching her from the couch. After a few moments he spoke, "Fea."
She looked up at him biting at her thumb, "Hmm?"
"Go to bed," there was no humor in his voice.
"Excuse me?" Freya crossed her arms.
"Go to bed, you won't be able to figure anything out if you just collapse."
She rolled her eyes, stifling a yawn as she turned towards the fire, "I'm fine, If you're tired, you go to bed."
Sirius sighed, annoyed. Getting up from the couch, crossing the space in a few steps.
Freya turned around and smirked, "You know considering you're almost a foot taller than me you'd think I'd be, like super intimidated right now."
"So you're aware I could probably just throw you over my shoulder and cart you upstairs?"
"Ah those damn sexist stairs, guess I'm hanging out down here," she shrugged as she started to turn back towards the fireplace.
True to his word he snatched her up and before she knew what was happening Freya was looking at his back.
"Sirius Black what the fuck! Put me down!" Reaching up for her wand
He just laughed getting to it first. Freya expected him to stop once he'd reached the bottom of the stairs but with a small pause and a tap of his wand he continued.
"Black I swear I will hex you into next week!"
Another chuckle before he set her down, "In you go."
"I hate you," she grumbled, snatching her wand from his outstretched hand, "Do I want to know how you know how to get up here?"
He nervously ran a hand through his hair, "No," he said simply before shoving his hands in his pockets.
Seceding to the fact that Sirius wasn't going anywhere until she was in her dorm Freya turned away without another word.
Sliding down against the door once it was closed, Freya put her head in her hands, What did I just do?
Freya sat at the table in the Great Hall, her head leaning on her hand. Blue eyes fixed on Lily's spoon as it stirred her tea without assistance.
Lily picked up the spoon tapping it on her cup, "Are you alright?"
"Hmm," Freya blinked, "Yeah I'm good."
Marlene plopped down on the bench with a bright, "Good morning," loading up her plate, "You got back to the room awful late last night," the blond smirked, "And was that Sirius I heard right before you came in?"
"Freya," Lily hissed.
"Oh keep your pants on," Freya rolled her eyes, "I certainly did."
"Pity," Marlene laughed, "I speak from experience, it's a great time."
"Well I've lost my appetite," Lily stood up, "see you ladies in Charms."
"What made Lily sick," Sirius laughed taking her place.
Alice laughed as she gathered her books, "Funny enough, you."
"Not the reaction I normally get from a girl but can't win them all I guess," Sirius leaned over the table, "Can we talk?"
Freya, who still hadn't pushed back her anxiety about last night, stood up, sliding her bag onto her shoulder, "I think we shared enough last night, don't you?"
Sirius called after her but she didn't stop or look back until she'd reached her class.
A person should win a medal for successfully avoiding Sirius Black.
A feat Freya excelled at most of the day, ducking out of classes as they finished, skipping Potions all together, something she'd pay for later.
After practice she walked out of the locker room and her luck had finally run out.
"Oh Fea!" Sirius sang out as he and James jogged up the hill to meet her.
Sirius threw his arm over her shoulder, "I didn't tell him anything," he whispered.
Freya tilted her head, meeting his eyes.
"I told you I'm a master of secrets," giving her a small smile he moved his arm.
Freya couldn't place exactly what she was feeling as the three made their way to the seventh floor. She'd be lying if she said there wasn't a small bit of relief mixed in due to Sirius's words.
As they approached the empty wall Freya stopped, "You have to pace in front of that space, there," she pointed to the middle of the wall, "And really concentrate on what you need the room to be."
James eyes the blank brick before turning his hazel eyes back on Freya, "Where do you go?"
"Oh, umm," she stuttered, "Somewhere I feel safe. I let the room take it from there."
"You do this a lot?" Sirius asked from the wall he'd been leaning on.
"Twice," she shrugged, "After the Rosier incident, and last night."
"Right then," James chewed his lip for a moment before letting out an excited gasp.
He scrunched up his face as he paced up and down the hall.
"Wicked!" Sirius exclaimed as a wooden door appeared.
"Now the real test to make sure it isn't just a hidden loo," James smirked and pulled open the door.
They walked in, greeted by the warmth of a giant fireplace, crimson couches facing it with a table in the middle.
Tall windows covered in gold curtains sat between several book shelves.
"Real original Prongs," Sirius rolled his eyes.
"What is it?" Freya asked, still taking in the bright colors.
"The Potter's sitting room."
"You could fit my whole house in here," Freya said in awe. She schooled her face as the two Gryffindors looked at her confused.
"I'll leave you to it," Freya said as she turned to leave, "Just can we keep this between us? I'd hate to lose my quiet space."
"Marauders' honor," James replied with a small smile.
Feeya woke up late Saturday morning finally giving in and getting some much needed sleep.
She sat up rubbing her eyes and looking around her dorm, empty.
Not bothering to do much more other than tie her hair up and throw on her sweatshirt, slipping on her shoes as she stepped out.
Sitting at the far end of the table trying to tune out the bustle of conversation around her, Freya quietly set up her coffee.
She jumped as a voice came from behind her, "My father wouldn't have put forth half of what he did if he knew how you presented yourself in public."
Freya spun her head around and looked up into the eyes of Rosier, "Flattering," she groaned rolling her eyes.
"You'll be accompanying me to the village today," his tone implied there was no room for argument.
Freya's attitude however did not agree, "Get bent," she snapped, looking back at her coffee.
Evan leaned down, placing his hands on the table, caging Freya in, "I'm going to enjoy adjusting that attitude for you."
Freya smiled, "Not as much as I'm going to enjoy this," she snapped her elbow back and the Slytherin let out a howl of pain before he collapsed on the floor, holding his groin.
"Ten points from Gryffindor," Snape said from the Slytherin table, he'd apparently watched the whole encounter.
"For defending myself?"
"I saw no reason for violence Fawley," The greasy haired Slytherins sneered, moving quickly to Rosier's side.
Freya glared at them as the two left the Great Hall, Rosier shouldering Sirius as they passed each other in the doorway.
"Pissing snakes off early this morning I see Fea," he ran a hand through his shaggy hair as he took a seat.
"Well it's like eleven thirty so not early, still morning though so you can have partial credit." Freya shrugged, picking up her coffee cup again and finally taking a drink.
"What did he want?"
"He not so politely asked me to come to the village with him," she snorted a small laugh, "Even if he wasn't a piece of shit I would have said no."
"Bet that's not a word you hear too often, Black," Lily said with a laugh as she took the seat next to Freya.
"She wasn't telling me no," Sirius replied with a cocky smile.
"If it would wipe that smirk off of your face I would," Freya stuck her tongue out.
"Well then I'll save my invitation for a day you're not as sassy," Sirius smiled and with a wave of his hand he got up from the table and walked out of the Hall.
"You're coming with me," Lily announced as she stomped her way to the couch.
Freya looked up from her book confused, "I'm not really a ride or die type, I have questions."
Lily, clearly not amused, "A what? Nevermind, we're going to talk to Professor McGonagall. You losing those house points for defending yourself, it's bothering me."
"And here I sit without a care in the world," Freya sighed looking back down, "Let it go Lily, if you're that worried about it I'll impress Slughorn or something."
"I will not let it go," she huffed.
"I'd run Fawley, that's the look she gives me every time I call her Lilykins," James laughed as he flopped into an empty armchair nearby.
He ran a hand through his messy hair, "What have you done?" He asked, smirking.
"I haven't done anything," Freya slammed her book closed.
"And that's the problem," Lily crossed her arms.
"I think I'm going to need a bit more detail," James said looking between both irritated Gryffindors.
Freya groaned, "Lily is mad because we lost house points."
"Just give me one reason you won't go talk to a professor," Lily countered.
"Because, it will still be my fault… if I didn't want the unwanted attention I should have done x,y,z, differently," Freya chewed on her lip for a moment, "While I certainly went about it the wrong way, I shouldn't have let him rile me up, I do not regret the outcome."
"Wait!" James sat up excitedly, "You really hit him, I thought Padfoot was taking the mickey out of me."
Freya blinked a couple of times," I'm not sure what the second part of all that means but, I elbowed him."
James looked like he was going to explode with laughter until Lily pointed at him, "Don't you encourage her."
"Lily, you're sweet but this really isn't a big deal, please just let it go," Freya begged.
Lily pursed her lips," This time," she warned before turning around and walking back towards the portrait hole.
Freya looked at James before settling back into her spot, "Not often I see you alone."
"Just came from the pitch," he replied, "made a stop by the kitchens of course."
Freya looked past him to the window, raising an eyebrow at the weather outside, "It's pouring, not the greatest flying weather, were you that bored?"
"And then some. Peter is off doing Godric knows what, Remus is in the Library and Sirius is on a date with some Ravenclaw, who's voice makes me want to pop my own ear drums in case you were wondering," he finished making a face.
"I wasn't," Freya deadpanned a second before a nagging feeling made her ask, "Who's the unlucky Ravenclaw?"
James snorted a laugh, "I'd say Pads is the unlucky one in the situation, Leola Watts, she's this vane little witch, who-"
"Oh, we've met," Freya bit back several bitter words before sending James a small smile, "Bet I could kick your ass at Wizard's Chess."
"Oh, you wish."
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