NLOWRW 7
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The Common Room was fairly quiet, curfew was fast approaching and the students left downstairs were enjoying the still Sunday evening.
Sirius sat at the table opposite James playing Exploding Snap. Sirius had been winning since James kept getting distracted by Lily.
She and Remus were on the couch quizzing each other's Ancient Ruins knowledge.
Peter was on the floor with a book and parchment working on an assignment for Charms, muttering to himself.
The portrait hole swung open, Remus who didn't look to see who it was, simply called out, "Cutting it close," before pulling up a card for Lily to guess.
"Sorry," Freya said, "I lost track of time." She walked over taking one of the last chairs close to the group.
Lily's head popped up from her notes, she wrinkled her nose, "Where were you?"
"I can't tell you," Freya shrugged, "I wouldn't want you to worry your prefect little head about how many rules I broke."
"Oh so it's for my benefit then?" Lily rolled her eyes.
"Absolutely," the blond flashed a bright smile.
"Well then next time, make sure you fasten all the buttons on your shirt."
Freya looked down, "Oh," she looked back up smiling weakly before fixing her shirt, "Oops."
"Oh your back!" Marlene excitedly said from the stairs. She practically skipped to Freya's chair, sitting on the arm.
"Thanks for the tip about the fifth floor, Marley."
A loud pop from the table caused Freya to jump, she looked at the table and Sirius's face was covered with soot, "What exactly were you doing sneaking around the fifth floor?" He raised one eyebrow, "Or should I say who?"
"Sirius, leave her alone," Lily scolded, "As if you have any room to talk," she turned her bright green eyes on Freya, "I'm in no way condoning this."
Something about the look in Sirius's face made Freya want to stir this pot a little longer, "Andrew Wells," Freya said simply.
"The Ravenclaw Quidditch captain?" Sirius asked, calmly.
"The very same."
"You can't date the enemy," he spat.
"Well see there are two things wrong with that sentence," Freya stood up, irritated, "First off who said anything about dating and two, hypocrite!"
Sirius was on his feet now too, "Fine you can't sleep with the enemy!"
"Again, say it with me this time HYPOCRITE!," She lowered her voice, "You can't sit here and look down on me because I decided to get my rocks off when you have been sleeping with Watts for weeks."
"That's different," he sputtered.
"How!?" Freya's hair was a bright red, her eyes flashed gold and magic sparked from her fingers, "You know what I don't care what's going on in your misogynistic head. Go french a Dementor," she snapped before stomping to the stairs and up to the dorms.
Marlene huffed and stood up, "You're lucky, I would have hit you."
Lily gathered her books and quickly said good night to Remus, "I still might," she glared at him.
Sirius sat down as the girls disappeared, "Don't say it," he said angrily to James.
"Oh, I'm saying it. You my friend are an idiot." James offered an apologetic smile, "I'm slightly curious though."
"About?"
"That was an obnoxious display for a girl you're only mildly curious about, wouldn't you say Wormtail?"
"Very," Peter squeaked.
"You know," Remus started as he crossed his arms and leaned back, "it almost looked like you were jealous."
"I'm not- fuck you Lupin!"
"Look Moony, I think he's blushing," James cackled, holding his sides as he laughed.
"Bloody wankers, the lot of ya!" Sirius cursed, getting up and quickly heading upstairs.
Sirius woke up early determined to talk to Freya before classes. He waited in the Common Room, watched almost every Gryffindor walk through except for one.
She wasn't in the Great Hall either, he noticed walking in with little time before lessons started, grabbing a few pieces of bacon and a slice of toast before heading down to the dungeon.
There she was sitting next to Lily laughing about something.
Sirius slid into his seat dropping his bag loudly. Freya didn't even flinch, ignoring him completely.
He cleared his throat, "Morning," he said quietly.
She acted as if he wasn't even in the room, Sirius didn't have time to push as Professor Slughorn had called the class to attention. He informed them they wouldn't be working in pairs that day. With the first Quidditch match of the year coming up on Saturday, Madam Pomfrey had asked for help restocking a few basic potions.
Once they were given their assignment both girls headed to the store room. James started setting his things up, "Awful cold down here today," he muttered.
"Yeah, guess she's still mad," Sirius replied, lighting the fire under his cauldron.
"We have a game Saturday, and I'd really like it if all of my players were actually speaking to each other."
"I'll fix it."
The silent treatment had lasted through all of their classes, Freya had even managed to get through practice without having to actually speak to Sirius.
She waited in the girl's locker room until she could hear nothing but silence coming from the boys' side.
As she stepped out and started walking away from the pitch, the path was dark, the sun almost completely set, giving Freya a nervous feeling.
So focused on making it back to the school she didn't think when someone wrapped their fingers around her left wrist.
She reacted quickly, balling up her fist and spun around making contact.
"Merlin's balls! What the fuck Fea!" Sirius yelled holding his hand over his eye.
Freya's eyes went wide, "I'm so sorry, I-" she stopped remembering she was still very upset with him, "wait, what the hell were you doing trying to scare me anyway?"
He pulled his hand away from his eye, which was already starting to turn a nasty shade of purple, "I wasn't trying to scare you, I was trying to apologise."
Freya pulled out her wand, lighting it and held it by Sirius's face, "Hold this, right here," she passed off her wand, dropped her bag, and began to dig through it.
"I've been trying to do it all day, but you won't talk to me."
Finally finding what she was looking for, "So you decided sneaking up on me was the best approach?" She stood up and stepped in front of him.
"In all actuality I should have known better," he shrugged, wincing a little as Freya dabbed a little bruise cream under his eye, "It's quite a violent reaction though."
Freya froze looking into his grey eyes, "Just because I had good parents doesn't mean my life has been all rainbows and sunshine," she finished applying the medicine, whipping the rest on her jeans, and closing the lid.
"Trade me," she said nodding to her wand and holding out the bruise cream.
Sirius gave a nervous chuckle as he took the small jar shoving both hands in his pockets.
"Well?"
Sirius was only confused for a moment before he realized how this all started in the first place, "Right? Umm I'm sorry, I had no right to butt into your business." He shifted his weight, back and forth, "and I certainly had no right to judge you for it."
Freya stood there arms crossed, almost sizing him up, wondering if this was genuine, "I'll forgive you, mostly because punching you in the face was oh so satisfying."
"At least you fixed me up afterwards," he said relieved.
Freya slid down the wall opposite of her Defense classroom, spinning her wand in her fingers, waiting for the professor.
"Brought you something," Sirius said, taking up the spot next to her on the floor, reaching in his pocket he pulled out a Honeydukes chocolate bar.
"Raided Remus's candy stash I see," Freya smiled, taking the foil wrapped bar.
"I would never," he replied shocked, before grinning, "I mean, I would and I did but it tastes good all the same."
Freya took the candy, breaking it in half and sticking the rest back in his hand, "Finder's fee."
"We should try and get one more lesson in before the weekend, if you still want my help that is, you could always just ask James."
"No," she said a little too quickly, "I mean I'd still like your help. Tomorrow?"
"Perfect."
Freya looked up hearing a group of girls giggling a little further down the hall, Freya turned her head and noticed they were all staring at Sirius.
"Your fan club's waiting," she tipped her head towards the girls.
"Ignore them, I usually do." He shrugged, fidgeting with the candy in his hand..
"Don't keep your adoring fans waiting on account of me." Freya waved him off, "Lily should be here any minute."
"Where is the lovely, Miss Evans?"
"James caught her coming from Arithmancy," Freya looked around Sirius and down the hall hoping to see her redheaded friend.
"And you didn't stay to save her?"
"Unlike James, Lily prefers a no witnesses approach when showing her affections to Potter."
"Speak of the devil," Sirius looked up to see his friend holding broken glasses and sporting a black eye, "Can you fix these for me? My depth perception is a little off." The messy raven-haired boy held out his glasses.
Freya stood up looking for the angry Gryffindor, finally finding her leaning against one of the statues in the hall, "Physical violence Lily, I'm ashamed." Freya laughed joining her friend.
"Believe me he deserved it." She grumbled still glaring at the full group of Marauders.
"I don't doubt it." Freya laughed. She turned her attention to the group of girls who'd moved over to Sirius. "It's like a cult," Freya gagged.
Lily made a disgusted face at the display, "I don't get it either, I mean sure he's handsome but not one of those girls is going to actually get what they want."
"Oh I'm sure a one or two night stand is somewhere on their lists," Freya snorted as Lily rolled her eyes, "Oh don't be like that, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. Besides sex can be a great stress reliever."
Lily covered her face with her hands, "You're ridiculous," she mumbled as Professor Prewett let a group of fourth years out.
Fabian Prewett was a young Auror who had picked up the cursed Defence Against the Dark Arts position at the beginning of the year. Lily and Remus both commented he was one of the best teachers they'd had for the class.
When the sixth years had taken their seats the red-haired professor looked over the class, "Today we are continuing our lessons on proper dueling. However, today will be a practical lesson working in pairs. Don't get too excited, Black and Potter, you'll be paired at random."
A collective groan filled the classroom but the professor brushed it off, "I know, I know but in a real duel, it's not going to be against you and your friend. We will rotate partners every class and then at the end of next week we'll have a little competition, the winner will receive 50 points for their house."
This seemed to make everyone feel a little better, with the exceptions of the Marauders who didn't care about house points. "I'll also be coming around to make sure all the rules are being followed, and that nothing that's going to be sending anyone to the hospital wing is thrown around." The professor pulled out a hat and started pulling names out, students pairing off with respective groans or excitement.
James had managed to be paired with Remus, Sirius was with Lily, Peter had lucked out and was partnered with a Hufflepuff. As the last few students remained it was clear today was not going to be an easy day for Freya.
"Fawley and…." He dug into the hat once more, "Ah, Snape."
Both students groaned, Freya had only witnessed his hatred for the Marauders but it was enough to not want to be paired with him.
Freya couldn't ignore the looks Sirius kept giving Snape, almost daring him to hurt her. They were broken down into a few more groups, Freya propped herself on one of the desks in the back and watched the first couple of rounds, Remus had managed to disarm James, who pouted about it for the rest of the class, Sirius was sporting a nasty looking cut but he'd managed to disarm Lily and hit her with a tickling jinx winning their duel. When the professor called the last group of pairs, Freya hopped down and took her spot across from Snape.
Even when they bowed he had a sneer on his face, she stuck her tongue out as she stood up and walked to her spot.
"Ready?" The professor asked, "Begin!"
"Expelliarmus," Snape yelled.
"Protego!" Freya yelled back, casting a bright blue shield, "Impedimenta."
Severus moved out of the way at the last second, "Levicorpus."
Freya ducked, the red light just barely missing her, "The fuck was that?" She snapped, catching the attention of the students around her.
"A spell, Fawley," he smirked, "Expelliarmus," he shouted again, this time catching Freya off guard, her wand flew out of her hand and clattered on the ground by Snape's feet, "Stupefy." He cast with a smile.
Freya threw her hands up, "Protego." Her wandless shield was nowhere near as strong as the one she'd cast while armed.
Snape's spell hit the wall of blue, shattering it and crashing into Freya's chest, slamming her into the wall. Snape laughed, some of the other class members had stopped to watch, James was trying to hold Sirius back as indiscreetly as possible, Remus had cast a silencing spell on him as soon as Freya had hit the wall, knowing he'd be yelling. She expected the professor to call the duel to an end but he stood to the side, "What now Fawley?" He asked curiously.
Snape realizing at the same time that this wasn't over, cast another jinx her way, Freya rolled out of the way, throwing out her hand and calling for her wand, in one fluid movement she was back on her feet, wand out yelling, "Anteoculatia!" The jinx knocked the greasy-haired boy backward, he shook his head looking for his injuries, stopping when the entire class burst out in laughter.
Freya admired her work, as Snape's hands went to his head, feeling the antlers that were now growing out of his skull.
"Finite Incantatem," Professor Prewett, waved his wand at Snape.
"Points for creativity Fawley. However, this round goes to Mr. Snape, next time disarm before you gloat," He waved his wand and returned the tables to their original positions, "Alright off you go, I'd like to see everyone working on their defensive spells for the next class." Freya grabbed her bag, "Fawley, hang back for a minute please."
"I'll meet you guys downstairs," Freya waved off her friends and headed back to the front of the class.
"Is this about the hex? It really was just the first thing that popped into my head when my ears stopped ringing."
"No, you followed the rules. Severus is on his way to lunch with everyone else. I'd actually like to talk to you about your wandless magic."
"We were taught basic stuff at Ilvermorny, really the shield and calling objects are about the only ones I've practiced by myself." She defended.
The professor shook his head, "I know the other professors are piling on the work but if you've got time I'd like to see some improvements with them, maybe even pick up a couple of offensive dueling spells."
"I uh-" Freya stuttered as the professor wrote out a slip, "This is for a book I know is in the restricted section, and should have plenty of information in it. I have a free period after lunch every day except Monday, so if you need any help let me know." He held out the parchment and Freya slowly reached for it, "If you don't have time I understand, it wasn't that long ago I was trying to balance school and Quidditch but I think it would definitely be beneficial."
Freya took the slip, "I'll try." Walking to the back of the class.
"Oh and Freya," the professor called out, causing Freya to stop, "Tell Mister Black, he needs to hold his temper next class. I'm a fantastic lip reader." She nodded again and headed down to lunch.
Friday night the Gryffindor Quidditch team made its way into the common room soaking wet from the storm raging outside, "I still don't get why you guys all threatened to leave practice, it's not like you've never played in this." James whined.
"I almost got struck by lightning, TWICE!" Freya snapped back, "Not worth it for practice."
"Yeah Prongs lay off," Sirius said, clapping his hand on James's shoulder.
"I still think we should have gone for another hour."
Freya pulled off her wet practice jersey, throwing it at James hitting him in the face, "Please shut up." She replied putting her hands on her hips, her undershirt was just as wet as her jersey but much lighter, "I think I just lost five pounds," she sighed, falling onto the couch.
James balled up the wet shirt, throwing it back to Freya who laughed, "I need a shower."
"I need food," Sirius said, sitting next to her.
"Dinner was three hours ago," Lily chimed in from one of the armchairs.
"And James had us out there burning all those useful calories!" Freya groaned, "Look I'm wasting away."
Sirius laughed, "To be fair, you're pretty tiny already."
"I prefer fun-sized thank you." Freya joked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Lily looked at the three remaining Quidditch players, getting out of her chair and pulled out her wand. James jumped behind the couch, "Merlin Potter, I was just going to help dry you guys out, I'm surprised Freya didn't offer."
"Wand's upstairs," the blond mumbled, leaning her head back on the couch.
"That's a bad habit," Sirius mumbled, copying her action.
"So is falling and breaking it, been there, done that, took hours and too many precious brain cells to replace it. I'll just hide behind you."
"Sounds like a great plan," Lily deadpanned, waving her wand over Sirius and Freya drying out their clothes.
"Thanks," they both mumbled.
Freya lightly smacked Sirius's chest, he looked up raising an eyebrow, "Food?"
"To the kitchens!" He said excitedly pulling Freya up from her spot.
Lily laughed at the pair, "Freya if you keep eating like them, you're going to be a hundred stone."
"I don't know what that means." Freya laughed.
"She's calling you fat." Sirius answered.
"I did not!" Lily argued, "I said she was going to get fat."
Freya smirked, "I've been eating like this for years, I thank Merlin for a fast metabolism."
Freya and Sirius headed down to the kitchens laughing about their last DADA class, Sirius had been paired with Snape this time and he'd ended up losing them fifteen house points for hitting the Slytherin with a slicing hex that caused enough damage Professor Prewett thought the injury should be treated by a professional.
As they walked into the kitchen the house-elves gathered around them, figuring out what they wanted they rushed off. Sirius sat at one of the empty tables, Freya following behind. When she sat down the candles flickered off a small scar sitting on her shoulder.
He leaned over the table, his finger brushed over it, "What happened here?"
"Werewolf bite," she replied simply, trying not to smile as she watched his reaction.
"But Moony said-" he sputtered.
"I'm not a werewolf," she shook her head as she shifted the mark away leaving perfect skin behind, "It wasn't a full moon."
The house elves brought over several plates, Sirius picked up a fry and popped it into his mouth, taking a second before he asked, "Is he why you became an animagus?"
"No." Freya quickly replied, picking up a cookie and breaking it in half.
"Are you ever going to share that story?"
Freya looked at the baked good in her hand no longer hungry, "It's not a good story."
"Does it have anything to do with what you saw last night?"
Freya thought back to their practice session the day before. Sirius had been focusing on memories with strong emotions attached to them and just one slip up on Freya's end pulled a dark image out of her mind.
A vivid flash of a fifteen year old Freya with a cut lip, bloody nose and a black eye was all she'd let slip through the cracks before pushing him out. Sirius had thankfully called it a night right after.
Freya shook off the heavy feeling that had begun to settle over her, "Unfortunately," she muttered.
Sirius's grey eyes roamed over Freya's face before he reached forward, stealing half the cookie Freya had forgotten she was even holding, "Enough nonsense, you ready for your first game tomorrow?"
Freya relaxed, smiling warmly across the table, "A little nervous but I always am, every game."
"I've seen you practice, you'll be fine," he smiled.
"Who are you bringing to the victory party? I'm sure you guys already have one planned."
"That we do Fea, and no one, Leola tried her luck but honestly she's beginning to annoy me," Sirius shrugged
"No!" Freya feigned shock, "Not Watts she's an absolute delight."
"I saw Fitch chatting you up yesterday." He quickly replied.
"Yeah, sure we'll call it that," she laughed, "That boy was so nervous he asked me for Transfiguration notes.. he's a 5th year. Poor little Bambi."
"Bambi?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"Muggle kid's story about a baby deer, and all his little woodland friends, it's all very innocent."
Sirius howled with laughter at the comparison of the younger Gryffindor, "Aww you never know you could train him up right."
"Or not," she replied, turning a face, "bad sex is one thing, having to walk someone through and it still being bad is just not a game I'm willing to play." She smirked, sounding confident, but Sirius noticed the tiny spot of pink creeping through her hair.
He looked at his watch, "We should probably get back, James will be bouncing around the dorm at 5 am."
"The game isn't till 11."
"He's bloody bonkers." He shook his head and stood up from the table.
Freya rolled over in her bed, light streaming from the crack in the curtains. She could hear someone moving around, "What time is it, Lil?" She asked.
The redhead pulled open the curtain, "How'd you know?"
"You're the only one neurotic enough to be up this early on a Saturday."
"You're up." She argued.
"You're dressed." Freya huffed, sitting up rubbing the sleep from her eyes.. Suddenly remembering they had a game today she felt sick and groaned, leaning her head back against the headboard.
"What's wrong?" Lily asked, concerned.
"Just jitters. Hey, you never told me what time it was." Freya quickly changed the subject.
"Quarter to 9," Lily replied looking at her watch.
"Shit," Freya swore hopping out of bed, running to the bathroom. She quickly brushed her teeth, throwing her unbrushed hair up.
"You should change your hair." Alice said getting out of bed, "red and gold you know, for the game."
"If I think about it when I get to the pitch, I will." Freya smiled back, throwing her gear into her bag. She grabbed her broom and her shoes and moved towards the door.
"You're going down like that?" Lily laughed.
Freya looked down at the baggy sweatpants and Gryffindor hoodie she was wearing, "I put a bra on what more do you want from me?"
"Nothing." Lily smiled innocently, Freya huffed, and walked downstairs. Lily looked at Alice, "Do you think she knows that's not her sweatshirt?"
"No, but Black's going to have a hippogryph when he sees it."
"How'd she even get it anyway?" Marlene asked finally, awake enough to participate.
"Oh he was super sneaky about it," Lily laughed, "She took hers off the other night when we were studying and Sirius swapped them."
"Cheeky little shit isn't he?" Alice asked.
"Marlene are you ok?" The redhead asked her friend.
"Surprisingly yes, I like Freya. Not to mention it's always super amusing when she puts Sirius in his place. I think they both need to stop being so stubborn." Marlene smiled.
"Their flirting is getting a little gross," Alice pointed out.
"Says the girl who snogs her boyfriend senseless every chance she gets."
"There you are," Sirius said as Freya stepped away from the staircase.
"Here I am." She smiled back, taking a seat to slide her shoes on, "Were you waiting for me?" She asked, looking around the common room for the other Marauders.
"Waiting impatiently," he laughed, "I was about to come up and get you."
"That would have gone over really well with Lily," Freya replied.
"I'm not the least bit scared of Miss Evans," he smirked back.
"Why am I not surprised." Freya rolled her eyes and headed towards the portrait hole, Sirius following behind to catch a glimpse of her sweatshirt.
As Sirius caught up with her in the hall she smirked at him, "I'd like my sweatshirt back, unless you've done something weird to it."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He replied innocently.
"So you're telling me if I take this off it's going to say Fawley with a giant number 3 on it."
He pulled out his wand, "If you give me a second it will. I forget you have an obnoxious sense of smell."
"We can trade back later."
"I'd comment about the size difference but yours seems to be the same size."
"The purpose of these sweatshirts is comfort, I can't do that in one that fits properly." She laughed as they walked into the Great Hall.
"Is he really skipping breakfast?" Lily asked as she sat down, earning a confused look from Freya and a laugh from Sirius, "Prongs will be elated to know you were thinking about him, Evans."
Lily rolled her eyes before focusing on Freya's nearly empty plate, "Honestly, what is with you Quidditch players, eat something."
"What's got your panties in a wad?" Freya asked, grabbing a piece of toast.
"Nothing." She grumbled, filling her own plate.
"No something's wrong and you need to tell me."
Lily didn't have time to do anything but groan since the source of her frustration walked over to the table. Leola Watts and two of her friends cast a sneering glance at Freya, "Can I help you?" The Gryffindor asked, turning around and dropping her toast on the plate.
"Little desperate don't you think?" Leola snapped, tossing her dark brown hair over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm not really in a guessing game kind of mood, save the riddles for your housemates." Freya reached for her bag and broom.
"Oh there's no riddle involved, you use that pathetic little magic trick of yours and weasel your way into some guys good graces-"
Freya stood, "I do not!"
"Oh really? That's not what Andrew said," Leola smirked but it quickly fell when Freya let out a loud, "Ha!"
"I don't see what's so funny."
"Well, your adorable attempt to embarrass me, of course," Freya crossed her arms over her chest, "Because you see, Wells has a thing for brunettes, while I like dirty talk. Fair trade in my opinion."
Watts looked shocked, Freya kept her face netral as she slipped her bag on her shoulder, "I have very little shame left sweetie, try a new approach."
Freya slammed her shoulder into the Ravenclaw knocking her back a step, "Bitch," she hissed.
"Thank you!" Freya cheerfully called back as she walked out of the hall.
Freya took her spot in front of the door to the field.
"You look like you're going to be sick," Sirius whispered as he got to his spot. "Not so feisty now."
Freya groaned back, "What if while I was sleeping I completely forgot how to fly a broom?"
"You're ridiculous, you know that right?" Sirius laughed, as Frank Longbottom's voice rang out over the field announcing the Ravenclaw team. The team mounted their brooms as the large wooden door lifted up, following James out and making a couple of laps around the field.
Lightning struck close to the castle sending thunder rumbling through the air, "Fawley, find that snitch quick." James yelled out.
"That's the plan," she replied looking off at the storm that was rolling closer.
Madame Hooch stepped out onto the field, setting the bludgers and snitch loose, Freya watched it slip off through the stands and readied herself to take off when the quaffle was released.
The bright red ball was thrown up and the game was on. Freya shot up taking in the whole field while keeping an eye on her Ravenclaw counterpart.
"AND POTTER'S GOT THE QUAFFLE, PASSES TO JOHNSON, BACK TO POTTER. BLACK SENDS A BLUDGER RIGHT INTO CARLSON. I THOUGHT BIRDS COULD FLY BETTER THAN THAT! POTTER SCORES 10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!"
Freya let herself celebrate for a second before circling the pitch moving lower. By her third lap, the score had been tied 20-20 and the rain started. Freya groaned as the little bit of sun was finally tucked away behind the thick black clouds. She zipped around the field dodging the other players as the rain soaked through her cloak and jersey and the Ravenclaw seeker finally decided to give up finding the snitch for himself and just follow Freya. She perched herself about eye level with the high stands and scanned the field again.
"WELLS HAS THE QUAFFLE, HEADED TOWARDS THE GRYFFINDOR GOAL, OI BAD LUCK AS HE TAKES A BLUDGER TO THE BACK COURTESY OF BLACK, POTTER'S IN POSSESSION, HE PASSES TO RODGERS WHO SHOOTS AND SCORES ANOTHER 10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR, what's this? FAWLEY'S SEEN THE SNITCH!"
Freya blocked out Frank's voice as she sped through the rain that was falling hard enough she'd probably have a couple of bruises when it was all said and done. The Ravenclaw seeker quickly caught up and slammed into her, Freya hit back, flattening herself to the broom pulling forward. Her hand shot out and wrapped around the little golden ball.
"FAWLEY'S CAUGHT THE SNITCH EARNING 150 POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR PUTTING THE FINAL SCORE 180 TO 20. GRYFFINDOR WINS."
Freya touched down jumping off her broom as the rest of the team hit the ground after her. Sirius ran up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and spinning her around, causing her to squeal. Setting her back down he whispered, "Looks like you remembered how to fly."
The rain continued to fall down and Freya turned around to face Sirius, most of the other players had made their way off the field. Sirius's eyes flickered to Freya's lips, she smiled looking up at the sky seemingly enjoying the rain "Well, well, she's talented on a broom,"
Freya groaned at the sound of Rosier's voice, she quickly turned around, "My god you'd ruin a wet dream you know that?"
"Learn to take a compliment, pet."
"I'll show you, pet," Freya growled, taking a step forward. Sirius reached out snatching her arm, "Don't!" He looked around, "There are still teachers everywhere."
"For once I agree with the blood traitor," Evan sneered, "I just came to tell you, you might want to practice a little more, just because you're going to be my wife doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you."
"On that note, I think I'll go vomit." She spit at his feet and stalked off towards the locker rooms.
Sirius stared the Slytherin down, "Back off Black, no need for her to suffer just because you're jealous." Rosier sneered.
"I promise I have nothing to do with her feelings for you. That bollocks attitude of yours did that just fine." Sirius said with a smirk.
"We'll see come New Years then won't we?" Rosier ran his hand through his wet hair and smiled, "I'll bet she tastes just as good as she looks."
Words forgotten, Sirius launched at the Slytherin, his fist colliding with Evan's nose. Stumbling backward he grabbed his face, "You'll fucking pay for that traitor." He pulled out his wand and trained it on Sirius.
"What in Godric's name is going on here?" Professor McGonagall had made it down to the pitch and looked between the two students.
"Just a friendly debate getting a little heated Minnie my dear." Sirius bat his eyelashes at the exasperated professor. She turned her attention to the other party who's wand was now by his side, "Is that what's going on here Mr. Rosier?"
"Yes ma'am, no harm done."
"Then I suggest you two get back to the castle before this storm gets any worse."
Both students nodded, Rosier leaving first and Sirius walking to the locker room.
Freya was sitting on the floor in front of the fire warming her hands when Sirius made it back to the Common Room, "Hey what took you so long?" She asked as he threw himself on to one of the couches close by.
"Punched your husband in the face." He mumbled into the cushion.
Freya twisted her upper body to look back at him, "Okay number one not my husband, number two, why?"
"Because," he sat up angrily, running his hand through his hair.
"That's not an answer." Freya raised her eyebrows before groaning and falling back on the floor, "Did you just make all of this worse for me?"
James came running in, hair sticking up worse than normal, "Pads let's go!"
Sirius glared at him before turning back to Freya, "I'll fix it, just- just make Remus go down to lunch with you, don't mind if he has a shitty attitude," Sirius got off the couch and joined his confused friend
Freya nodded, scanning the room for the werewolf not seeing him and remembering the full moon was Monday, she made her way up to her dorm to grab some sweets, shoving them in a bag. She quickly ran up the boys' steps and knocked on the door, "Open says me, I have treats."
"What kind of treats?" Remus replied from the other side of the door.
"If you open up there's three Honeydukes chocolate bars and a hot date for lunch if you're up to it." Freya jiggled the knob and slightly opened the door, "Please don't be naked." She put her hand over her eyes and pushed the door the rest of the way open.
"Not naked." Moony laughed.
Freya dropped her hand, "Damn," she laughed, holding out the aforementioned chocolate.
"I don't really feel like lunch." He shrugged.
"Double damn, well I guess I'll live on candy, my parents would be so proud." She smiled.
Remus happily accepted, walking back to his bed and patting the spot next to him, "Not that I'm complaining but what brings you up here?"
"Sirius thinks I need a babysitter because he pissed off Rosier." She shrugged, pulling a sugar quill out of the bag she'd brought.
"Ah." He said understandingly.
"You don't seem surprised."
"Sirius… he has a bit of a temper and I'm not sure if you've noticed but he's a bit… protective."
"I'll say, did you see him at the game, I thought the Ravenclaw seeker was bad about tailing me."
Remus laughed, "That's Padfoot."
"Are you ok?" Freya asked quietly.
"No worse than the other 135 times, give or take a blue moon." He shrugged.
"Would you rather I just pretended I didn't know?"
"No," he shook his head, pieces of his sandy blond hair falling in his face, "I was a little nervous when Padfoot first told us you knew but you've never been anything but kind to me."
"I don't normally make a habit of being an ass to nice people, you know, except Sirius but he asks for it.", Freya fiddled with the charm on her necklace and Remus caught sight of the tiny silver wolf hanging with the other trinkets, "Pads is going to be so mad when he finds out I was right." He laughed quietly.
"Right about what?"
"You're a wolf aren't you?"
"Very good Mr, Lupin." Freya nodded, "I'm honestly surprised it took you this long."
"Sirius is convinced you're like a labrador or something."
"I don't think anyone would actually want to keep me as a pet," Freya shook her head.
"He's got no reasoning behind it."
"He's going to shit himself when he sees her," She laughed laying back on the bed with her arm under her head.
"Any plans for that semi-public run?"
"I actually wanted to talk to you about that. Back in New Orleans we have lunar camps, larger Animagi help out keeping the wolves from fighting. I was wondering, if you're ok with it of course, if I could come out with you guys one night."
"I don't know Freya... I could hurt you. I can't imagine your form would be much bigger than Sirius's."
"I'm a red wolf so no, I'm actually the same size, if not a little smaller than him." She admitted with a shrug.
"You're not helping your case." He replied with an eyebrow raised.
"Honesty is the best policy."
"Can I think about it?" Remus looked down at the piece of chocolate in his hand.
"No, I want you to be as uncomfortable as possible, of course, you can think about it." Freya smiled and sat up, hopping off the bed, "Now where did that fucker hide my hoodie."
"Bet if you shift you could find it."
Freya smiled mischievously, "Yes but then I wouldn't get to go through all of his stuff."
Remus laughed pointing to Sirius's bed and trunk.
After a couple of stolen shots of Firewhiskey, Freya had fallen asleep on Sirius bed listening to Remus talk about some of their past pranks.
Sirius walked into the dorm after helping James procure everything they needed for the party, eyeing Remus who was sitting in his bed reading. The werewolf looked up and then looked at Freya, "Bore her to sleep did you?" Sirius laughed quietly.
"Telling her stories about you." Remus quipped, returning to his book.
Sirius shook his head and walked over to his bed, sitting on the side. He looked down at the sleeping girl, blond hair falling over her face, he resisted the strong urge to move it. Instead, he leaned over and loudly whispered, "I prefer the ladies in my bed naked."
Freya opened one eye, looking at the smirking Marauder, rolling over she laughed, "Only if you beg a little."
Not missing a beat, "If done correctly I wouldn't be the one begging."
"And I'm going downstairs before this gets gross." Remus quickly got up and walked out of the room.
Freya, realizing they were now alone and in his bed, quickly sat up, "Let's remember which one of us is the dog here."
"You wound me." He put his hand on his chest and leaned back a little, "You ready to go greet your adoring fans?"
"You're the one who has an actual fan club. I'm pretty sure they're starting a newsletter and everything. One of them even asked me if I wanted an' I love Sirius Black pin'."
"Please stop." Sirius put his hand over her mouth.
She grabbed Sirius's hand and pulled it away from her face, "I should probably get downstairs before I become the Harlot of Gryffindor." She laughed standing up stretching her arms over her head.
"Yeah, you're probably not making any friends being up here with Remus all afternoon."
"Clearly not worth being friends with then." She smiled quickly before heading downstairs.
The party in the tower was in full swing, Lily had enchanted a muggle record player and it was currently blasting CCR through the common room. Freya finally breaking away from the excitement joined Lily by the stairs, "Hello, gorgeous," Freya smiled. Lily waved back, "Who did Leola sneak in here with?"
"Don't know, don't care," Freya shrugged as she looked over towards the Marauders. Somehow Watts had managed to fall back into Sirius's good graces and was sitting in his lap as the rest of the guys looked ready to run.
"He's an idiot," Lily said quietly.
Freya stopped mid sip, looking at her friend with a raised eyebrow, "I don't need comfort. Who he chooses to spend his time with is not my problem."
Seeing the gears turn behind Lily's eyes Freya waved it off and walked towards the balcony doors. She caught the triumphant little smile Watts wore as she walked past. Determined to be the bigger person Freya shook her head and stepped outside.
Sirius oblivious to the small exchange continued to listen to Peter replaying the match. James however saw the two girls and already didn't like the raven-haired bitch so he decided to stir the pot. Smirking from his armchair, he leaned forward, messing up his hair a little and said, "Did you see when that git Lockhart tried to knock Fawley off her broom?"
Sirius perked up, shifting Leola off him and leaning away from her, "Yes!" He said excitedly, "She slammed him back good, probably would have actually knocked him off if she wasn't so small."
"Ugh, can we talk about something other than Quidditch?" The girls' dark brown eyes flickered to the window that looked out onto the balcony. James looked over his friends who seemed equally unimpressed with her question and simply said, "It's a Quidditch victory party."
She huffed falling back on the couch, Sirius looked out into the party, "Speaking of victory, where is our Seeker?"
"Why do you care? I'm right here?" Watts snapped.
"I'm aware," Sirius replied.
She rolled her eyes and got off the couch walking out into the hall.
"Thank Godric." James sighed, leaning back in his chair.
"She isn't that bad," Sirius defended.
"Whatever you say, Pads."
"Yeah she was pretty awful," Peter agreed.
"Her voice was like a Mandrake being molested," Remus added, laughing.
"Oi!" Sirius yelled, "It's not like I was going to marry the bird, she's a great distraction." Sirius got up, starting to walk away from the group when James said, "Freya's outside." Sirius turned around glaring at him, Prongs looked back with a cheeky smile.
"Oh fuck off." Sirius stomped off in the direction of the drinks while James sighed and got up.
"You can't be mad at him," Moony commented, "You told him she was off-limits."
"When does he actually listen to me?" James didn't wait for the answer as he stepped across the room and out onto the balcony, "Good thing the rain stopped."
Freya jumped, spinning around to face James, "Shit! You scared me." She laughed.
"Sorry," James slid his hands into his pocket, "What are you doing out here anyway?"
She looked nervously around Prongs and then back at him, "Can you keep a secret?"
"Have you met me?" He laughed in response, walking over towards the railing she was leaning against. Freya bent down picking up a lit cigarette she'd hidden when he'd startled her, "Thought you were Lily… or Sirius."
"I get why you'd hide it from the lovely Miss Evans, but why Padfoot?"
"While on my hunt for my sweatshirt, which I didn't find, hence me still wearing his," she rolled her eyes, "I found his stash of contraband, and stole a couple, you know as payback."
"Oh I'm sure I can help you with way better payback, but out of curiosity how many did you steal?"
Freya reached in the pocket, "A whole pack." They both laughed as Freya handed one to James who conjured his own little flame, showing he'd done this once or twice.
He took a puff of the cigarette and looked at Freya, "He fancies you, that's why he does it, tugs on your last nerve."
"That is the stupidest word," Freya flicked her own smoke sending down far below, "It doesn't matter anyway, I, unfortunately, might be mar- marrie-ugh I can't even say it".
"Married," James offered.
"Yeah, that," Freya gagged, "by New Years," she shuddered.
"And if you don't?"
"Why are you so concerned?"
James huffed, "I'm not!" Realizing his tone he quickly tried to recover, "Curious."
"Heard it kills cats, not sure about deer." Freya smiled.
"I see you've figured mine out."
"I wasn't sure but I had a good feeling."
"I'm a stag thank you."
"Isn't it the same thing?"
"If we're splitting hairs?" He shrugged, "Yes." He flicked the butt out into the darkness and linked his arm with Freya, "Come on I heard Marlene has Elf Wine."
"Oooh," Freya squealed, as James led her inside.