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Freya's eyes followed Andromeda's daughter, Nymphadora, as she made her way to the swings. Before her gaze returned to Andromeda, who had joined her on the picnic blanket. While Freya had picked out an array of randomised snacks, it was no where near as impressive as Andromeda's. Despite Freya's attempts at seperating herself from her Macmillan ways of disorganisation, and scatter-brained approach. It was clear that she was no where near the same league as Andromeda for organisation. "It was more of an impromptu hurry to the shop, if I'm honest." Freya remarked with a chuckle.

"This," her hands directing towards Andromeda's picnic, "has put me to shame." Although her tone was warm, grateful to the woman for sharing. "Similar, I had the day off from the madness of political reporting, and decided to trade in the endless buildings for a bit of nature. How are you? It feels like it's been forever."

Andromeda smiled softly and made her way over to join Freya, keeping her eye on Dora at the same time. After the horror of what had happened on New Years it had been difficult to let Dora go too far. Afraid her sister or anyone could snatch her up at any moment. “Not too far Nymphadora.” She called, watching as her daughter made her way to the swings closer to where they sat.

Finally she turned her attention back to Freya, a small laugh falling from her lips. “That sounds like quite the set up you have.” She set her bag aside and began to pull out an assortment of sweets and fruit and small sandwiches as well as water and juice. “Behold my need to always be prepared.” She joked. “Help yourself.” She nodded at the question. “I had the day from the hospital and it was just too gorgeous to stay inside. What about you?”

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It wasn't like Freya to be glad of a scandal-free week, her job typically relied on government mishaps, or parliamentary shortfalls of some kind. But for once, Freya was glad of a bit of breathing space. "Ah, give it a few days," Freya paused, "-if not hours and we'll both be wishing we could eat our words."

"As a child, yes." Freya remarked, "do you make a habit of playing hide and seek with intention? As an adult, and why may I ask?" She snorted a laugh, although she was teasing. There was a slight influx of confusion at Clyde's admission.

"We're scandal free this week in the most disappointing way." Clyde said, shaking his head in mock sadness. He didn't really have exciting news for her today. Things at the Ministry were calm, as they were supposed to be until Clyde had orders otherwise.

He watched Bonnie stalk the beetles with fondness. The little critter had done so much for him. "She doesn't like other ferrets. Which is odd, usually they enjoy company.

"Ever played hide and seek? It's like that, but with more intention."

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"Hobbies?" Freya asked, intrigued, "which have you tested out so far?" Hobbies had always been an odd topic of conversation in the Macmillan household, it was a household filled with creativity and perhaps a little too frivolous at times. When Freya lived with her parents, creativity and outlandish hobbies were encouraged more than the basics. Freya, in an act of rebellion, tended to be a bit more by the book, albeit she could never shake her love of a writing. "I love to read, although I should try to read a bit more, life just tends to get in the way."

"I’m glad to hear that." Hurting anyone was the last thing she ever wanted. Her gaze dropped briefly to the books in her hands as the comment about reading reached her. A soft smile curved her lips. "I’ve been trying to pick up new hobbies." She looked up again, curious. "Do you enjoy reading?"

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"You could," Freya retorted with a slight smirk, "but I might not make it easy for you. I am very fond of Holland Park." It was true, the area had been somewhat of a place of calm amongst the madness. Even on it's busy days, it was interested to hear others as they passed by, muggles who had no idea of the darkness revealing itself amongst Wizarding London. But mostly, the park was a place to try and avoid thoughts of such negativity, a place to simply sit back and enjoy the flowers. "We're of a similar thought process, muggle London seems like the perfect place to get away. Any other favourite spots that I could perhaps steal in retaliation?"

The wizard hadn't really expected to run into anyone he knew this afternoon, his purpose set on taking space for himself amidst what seemed to be an endless flow of news he was not entirely ready to deal with. Freya was an acquaintance at best, a bit older than him and never having shared much throughout the years, but perhaps that was exactly what he needed-- a chat with someone who barely knew him or what he was going through at the moment. "So I could easily steal it from you too, steal from the stealer." Peter joked before joining her, crouching down to seat beside her. "I was taking a walk, trying to get away from some stuff, in general. What about you, Miss Macmillan?"

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Freya shrugged, Clyde had got her there. "Well, the fact that I'm off the clock still stands. It's a Saturday, so I'm not listening to any information about your ministerial department." A brief pause, "unless it's a scandal." Freya supposed that she was being slightly hypocritical as she sat surrounded by books and documents about the Ministry. But she would argue that it was leisurely research. Still though, Freya readjusted on the picnic blanket so that the documents were somewhat out of view. Figuring that was a whole different topic of discussion.

"Have you ever thought of getting her a sibling?" Freya inquired, her parents were Dragonologists, and her brother had somewhat followed in their footsteps with an interest in animals and magical creatures. Freya always thought about getting a pet, specifically a cat, but she hadn't quite gotten round to it.

"Hiding lessons?" Freya laughed, "I'm intrigued to know what a hiding lesson entails."

“Technically I’m always off the record.” He said he made himself comfortable. That was the nice thing about being an anonymous source: no traceability. Plus the fact he got to leak minor secrets about the Minister. That was always a bit of a plus.

“It is very hard to capture her essence in a photo.” Clyde said, watching his pet move from the root to start stalking a beetle. “She’s always better in person.

“If that’s what helps you sleep at night.” Clyde said with a grin. “If you ever want actual hiding lessons let me know.”

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"I'm quite alright," Freya reassured with a nod. Taking a moment to glance down at the stack of books in the other woman's arms. There was an awful lot of them. "I suppose that you're an avid reader?"

Alara steadied the stack of books in her arms, just managing to keep them from toppling over. She took a moment to glance over the blonde, checking for any sign of injury or distress. “No need to apologize,” she said with a reassuring smile. Her gaze drifted toward the nearby window, taking in the display for a brief second before nodding in agreement. “It really is lovely.” Her attention returned to the witch beside her, concern softening her expression. “You’re alright, aren’t you?”

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Freya recognised Andromeda's voice as soon as it fell into earshot. The blonde was fond of Andromeda and her husband, Ted. Her eyes followed Andromeda's eye line, chuckling slightly as she saw Dora frolicking around the park after a butterfly. Oh to be young, and not have a care in the world. Without thinking, Freya began to stack up the paperwork below her, focusing her attention on Andromeda.

"No, please sit." Freya invited with a warm smile. "I've got strawberries and lukewarm Apple Juice with me, if that sounds inviting. I was going to bring prosecco but figured that might look a little bit lonely." It perhaps looked a little sad that Freya was supplied with so much for a solo trip to the park, but sometimes a little rest and relaxation was needed. "Are you both out making the most of the good weather?"

It was rare that Andromeda had days free from work, it felt as though she were at St Mungos more than she was at home these days. Still, when they'd told her to take a day off she couldn't object. She'd been putting in plenty of time, often staying over her shift and she'd been exhausted and in desperate need of a break. Though Ted had to work, she'd decided it was the perfect day to take Dora out and enjoy the beautiful weather. Also to let Dora run off some of that pent up energy she always seemed to have.

She had a bag over her shoulder, having come prepared with a blanket and plenty of snacks and things to drink for both her and Dora. She smiled as she watched Dora run ahead, chasing after a butterfly she seemed determined to catch. "Not too far Dora!" She called after her, knowing it was likely she hadn't even heard her. Still it healed something in her to see her daughter so carefree, able to be a kid. Hearing a familiar voice call her name she turned, studying those around her before she spotted Freya and smiled. "If you'd like I can pretend I hadn't seen you and let you go back to hiding?" She teased as she made her way closer, keeping an eye on Dora at the same time.

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Peter was a few years younger than Freya, however, it was impossible not to be aware of the troublesome foursome from school. She reckoned her younger sisters would be more familiar with the four, they were closer in age after all. Perhaps it was curiosity which resulted in Freya bringing Peter's attention to her, or perhaps she was just seeking some company on her visit to Holland Park. Raising an eyebrow as he sat down beside her. "Don't worry, I can't quite claim this park either. I initially stole it from my older brother."

"What brings you to muggle London? Freya inquired, giving into her curiosity.

After a short visit to the Ministry to deliver one of his latest repairs, Peter had decided to go out on a walk to clear his mind. He'd focused on keeping his thoughts on the object that he'd been working over the last few days, a pair of glasses that allowed its user to see even in the dark, which had been working defectively and temporarily blinding the users. It was far better to think of the charms involved to make it work rather than the many doubts that haunted him daily now. He felt left behind by everyone around him, as if the world was moving at a pace he could not follow, not for lack of trying or habilities, it felt like it was a path simply not meant for him. It also dawned on him that his talents were being overlooked, even by his fellow Order members as he'd offered putting together magical objects that could certainly help them in missions but was instantly dismissed.

There were all too many concerns weighing heavy on his mind and he almost didn't notice it was him who was being addressed. The wizard stopped on his tracks and turned around to see to whom the voice belonged to, a subtle smile settling on his lips as he walked over. "I didn't know this was claimed territory." He attempted a casual joke, taking a seat beside the witch for he could use small talk to distract himself from his trainwreck of thoughts. "No need to give up on this lovely park just yet, I shall stay clear from it if you request it."

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GRACE VAN PATTEN as LUCY ALBRIGHT TELL ME LIES (2022-)

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“Well, I’m off the clock, and you’re off the record.” Freya remarked, quickly. Although her tone was light, clearly jesting as she spoke. Typically, their conversations played out as Clyde being her ‘anonymous source close to the Minister of Magic.’ It was an arrangement that worked, and it was beneficial for her to have relationships within the ministry. And over time, Freya did actually find herself beginning to consider him a friend of sorts.

Her eyes cast over to the tree, where Clyde’s ferret currently was nibbling at the roots intently. “So this is the famous Bonnie?” Freya laughed, “the photo on your desk doesn’t do her justice.”

“It’s a warm day,” Freya countered his insult of her hiding spot, “I just took the hiding in plain sight approach.”

“Hiding?” Clyde asked in mock surprise, clutching his chest. “From me? Ms. Macmillan, I’m hurt. It is hardly my fault your favorite hiding spot is also near Bonnie’s favorite trees.” The ferret in question was already nibbling at the bark along the base of the tree in excitement.

“Who hides out with a picnic basket anyways? You need to up your game.” He said as he sat down next to her. She really did need to get better at sneaking. Maybe he ought to give her lessons or something.

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Despite her pureblood background, Freya felt an extreme sense of comfort in the muggle world. Perhaps it was the quiet, some of her favourite moments were in this park, head tilted back in the sun just listening to the birds, or watching as people passed her by. Muggle London had no clue about the war that raged on outside of their view, instead there were people walking around content, shopping in their hand, completely unaware of the hatred directed towards them from blood supremacists. To them, magic was nothing more than an slight of hand or a good storybook.

Freya was glad that her parents, despite all their faults, never instilled hatred into their children. Perhaps that came from her grandmother, her parents were far too interested chasing dragons through Bulgaria to know of the political standing of Muggle London. Smiling at Ted as he approached, Freya found herself blinking as he took a funny pair of earmuffs off his ear. She was even more perplexed to hear sound coming through them. “Did you charm your earmuffs, Ted?” Her eyes evaluating the contraption that now lay beside them. “They don’t look to be very warm either.”

“It’s busy,” Freya agreed, glancing round them as Londoners tutted when tourists stood in their way, “but perhaps that is the best place to hide.” The blonde stated matter-of-factly. Freya opened her mouth to ask how Ted was, and the family when he mentioned the pages that surrounded them. “Some old Ministry reports, and other newspaper clippings. It’s for the Prophet.” Some of it was also for her own research, but of course, she wouldn’t give that away too easy.

Ted often left the magical world. Wanting to keep his roots and to remember that there were parts of the country still untouched by war, he liked to mingle with muggles and to forget the weight that seemed to increase on his shoulders with every passing day. Choosing scenic spots for his daily runs was one of his favourite things to do. Through sheer luck, he'd chosen Holland Park today. Literal luck - he'd thrown a pin at a magical map of London and obeyed when it floated around the city before plunging into the small patch of Kensington park. He was feeling quite pleased about his good fortune. These were pleasant surroundings and the park was filled with tourists as well as Londoners.

It was as he rounded a corner, narrowly avoiding a dog that darted across his path while chasing a squirrel, that he caught sight of Freya. They'd been housemates at school. It'd taken a while, but he'd grown to trust her. Pulling his headphones from his ears, the sound of Call Me by Blondie dissipated and he laughed at the witch's words instead.

"If you wanted to hide, this isn't the best place." Smiling a moment longer, he attended to his cassette walkman and stopped the music with a click of a button. Then he joined her on the grass, shrugging off his jacket and letting his pulse relax back into a resting rate. "What's all this?" Nudging one of her papers, he inclined it at an angle to get a look at the words.

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Freya was perhaps a tad distracted after spending far too long on her lunch break. It felt like one of those days that no matter how much she rushed, Freya was still running late. In fact, Freya was quite close to admitting defeat, and taking the afternoon for herself. Eyes lingering in the window of Flourish and Blotts a bit too long before she collided with another person. The force of the collision knocking her back slightly, but Freya reached out to attempt to steady the other person. "Sorry."

"Are you alright?" Freya asked, slightly breathless. "I wasn't looking where I was going, I partly blame Flourish and Blotts for the distracting window display."

where: diagon alley who: open Alara hadn’t meant to rush,technically, she had the afternoon off,but a part of her always felt better staying close to the bakery, anchored by the comfort of familiar places. She was just stepping out of Flourish and Blotts, a stack of books in her arms, when she collided with someone heading in. “Sorry about that,” she said quickly, steadying herself. It took her a second before she looked up to see who it was.

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GRACE  VAN  PATTEN,  tell  me  lies  season  2  premiere  !

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who : open to anyone

where: Holland Park, London

Spring 1980 had begun to bloom, the weather bright and the air crisp, it seemed a different cry from weeks earlier, when rain hammered down on the windows of her apartment. Holland Park in London was perhaps her favourite place to come for moments of quiet, located just outside of the muggle borough of Kensington. It was rare to see many from the Wizarding Community there, which was most times was an added benefit of going.

Freya Macmillan sat upon a picnic blanket laid strewn the grass , arms behind her, leaning back in a somewhat relaxed stature. Pieces of paper, and books lay around her. All in research of her next story, but to a passing muggle, presented as nothing more than a few magazines.

Taking a brief recess from researching, Freya was watching passing walkers, her eyes catching on one person, somebody she recognised. In a positive mood, Freya called out playfully,. "Here I was thinking I'd found an undiscovered spot in London." Her tone getting lower as the person approached, "It seems I'll have to find a new hiding spot now. "

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GRACE VAN PATTEN as LUCY ALBRIGHT TELL ME LIES (2022-)

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"It just dawned on me, life is as fleeting as the passin' dawn. And I shoulda told him twice, I believe in something bigger than both of us. I miss goin' out to bars, shootin' stars, not worryin' about what's left of us. "

BASICS

name : freya dawn macmillan

age: 27

birth date: august 27th

birth place : newquay, cornwall

zodiac: virgo

wand : 9" Apple Wood with Unicorn Hair Core

Gender & Pronouns - cis female, she/her pronouns

Sexuality - bisexual

Relationship Status - single

Occupation : journalist at the daily prophet

Affiliations - neutral

APPEARANCE

hair colour : blonde

eye colour : brown

height: 5'7

piercings: ears pierced

tattoos : butterfly on her hip

scars : burn on her upper shoulder

FAMILY

parents:  edward macmillan (father) and majorie macmillan (mother), ernestine macmillan (grandmother)

siblings: older brother (aged 30,) older sister - (aged 28) younger sister- (aged 24) and younger sister (aged 22.) - ALL WANTED

MAGIC

Blood Status - pureblood

House - ravenclaw

Patronus - swan

Boggart - dragons

biography - tw child neglect, burns

chaos surrounded freya macmillan from the moment she was born. the middle sibling of two Dragonologists, there seemed to never be a dull day between her parents, the siblings and the dragons. Born at the Macmillan's family residence in Newquay, Cornwall, the young Freya found comfort in just being home. Having parents with such an exotic career meant that the family was consistently travelling, hopping from place to place in pursuit of finding the rarest Dragon Egg. As a child, Freya always wound up feeling homesick, despite the beauty of the areas and the cultures, Freya was well aware that if it wasn't for the comfort and companionship of her siblings that she would have been ravaged with homesickness. She longed for steadiness, a routine, a life that didn't revolve around moving every six months.

perhaps her siblings were that one constant, a love that was never yielding. as much as freya adored her parents, they were constantly vying for greatness, to be the most excelled in their field. most of the time their pursuits meant that the macmillan children were often left to their own devices. With five children and limited adult supervision, their household had a habit of running rampant. Her brother held the a fascination for herbology, while her older sister donned the walls with colours and photographs. however, freya was the story-teller, constantly reading books, and making up her own short stories. lulling her two younger sisters to sleep at night with outlandish stories. Her two younger sisters were quite the pair, two peas in a pod, or as her grandmother referred to them as the 'troublesome twosome.' Although confident in their own quintet, it seemed like when their parents were around, the children all vied for their parents attention. The more reserved of all the siblings, Freya often found herself overlooked by the extravagant pair.

At seven years old, in one bid for the pair to bond with Freya, they took her out dragon spotting with her older brother. Tailing behind their parents, Freya walked with her older brother hand in hand, glancing over her shoulder at every crack and crunch. Her brother putting her mind at ease as he pointed out types of flowers, along their walk. It was in this moment that her father lifted freya onto his shoulders, to glance at a nearby dragon. A dragon that's breaths spurred fire in their direction as they approached. Catching the fabric of the right shoulder Freya's jacket and burning through to the skin, all that Freya could recall of the incident was falling to the ground, screams and shouts of her older brother and the panic of her parents.

Back at the Dragonologists, the resident healers were dedicated to treating Freya's burn. Her parents were apologetic, trying worm their way into their into Freya and her brother's affections. Pleas that came to no real avail on Freya's behalf. It wasn't long after that her grandmother, Ernestine Macmillan called for the children to return to Newquay, citing safety concerns and preparation for her older brother's admission to Hogwarts. Begrudgingly her parents accepted, with firm conditions that they would move back for a short time to adjust the young family into a routine.

Of all the places which Freya had visited, Cornwall was by far her favourite. The Macmillan mansion sat on a grassy verge nearby the beach. Where her parents thrived with fire, Freya thrived surrounded by water. Her grandmother firmly filled the void within all the Macmillan children, a powerhouse of a woman. She spent her afternoons teaching the children how to bake, taking them to the seaside, and encouraging their interests with home-schooling. A few months after, her parents decided to take a new position in Bulgaria, and after a heated discussion with her grandmother. It was decided that the Macmillan children, would be staying in Newquay. Freya can still recall their feeble attempts at reconciliation upon their departure, an attempt that was met with nothing but frost from the young Freya.

Her older brother heading off to Hogwarts seemed to rock the boat with her siblings, for the first time in their life, their tight-knit group had been separated. It felt like there was a missing part, a piece of the jigsaw gone. Two years later, it was her older sister and year later it was Freya.

Stability rocked, Freya found her first few months at Hogwarts incredibly difficult. Surrounded by mountains and castles, rather than sand and sea. One positive was being around her siblings once more, of course, she missed her two younger sister and her grandmother. But she found herself pouring her heart out in her letters, relaying in vivid detail the magic, and wonder of Hogwarts.

A somewhat quiet young woman, Freya found herself with a small but close-knit group of friends. Surrounded by loved ones, Freya flourished at Hogwarts. Studying hard and graduating with good grades at the end of her seventh year.

Her position at the Daily Prophet began with puff pieces, and her first published article advising readers, 'How old witches tips and tricks could revolutionise the modern home." Writing had always been her form of solace, but as the world grew more dangerous, Freya found herself less interested in writing punchy pieces for the paper and instead found herself interested in writing about the political landscape of the wizarding world and it's impact on everyday life.

Driven by ambition and passion for the war on looming her own doorstep, Freya has attempted to push herself to the forefront of war reporters within the Daily Prophet, and is willing to get herself into some tricky situations to prove herself as a serious journalist.

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Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry dated October 26 1921