#freya001

[macwalden]

where: Diagon Alley who: Walden MacNair and Frya Avery ( @freyasavery​ )

Walden could be doing so many other things during his day off. He could start his drinking early and station himself at the nearest pub. He could bother Jasper at the Leaky Cauldron or spend a galleon or two in that clandestine poker ring at one of the penthouses in Virtue Alley. Instead, Walden found himself being pulled along Diagon Alley as he dragged his heels.

There were not a lot of people that Walden found it hard to refuse. Especially if the requests they make wouldn’t end up with him bedding them in one way or another. Freya just happened to be one of the select few that Walden could just barely resist. And she knows it too. That’s why instead of closing the door on her face when she asked him to come along with her, Walden begrudgingly wore a large sweatshirt and allowed Freya to pull him along.

“Could you please tell me where we are going? Because if we’re just going to buy ingredients for your next cookies, I swear to Merlin, Freya...”

[princesaelvira]

@crwnprncssfrya

Elvira was absolutely going nuts being left inside her own head all the time, so when she finally shook off the fear and guilt she made a quick trip to find her other favorite Bernadotte. Freya just had this way of understanding everything and she had to figure she would be the best person to go to right now.

Unfortunately, when Elvira reached her door she began to second guess herself. She knew it had been too long since she had seen the woman and that she should have made a better effort to keep in contact, but when she wasn’t talking to Riley--well, speaking with his twin sister didn’t seem the proper answer either.

“Freya? It’s El.”

[witchykol]

into the fire | kol + freya

Kol was skeptical. A woman had shown up, claiming to be a relative of theirs. His older sister in fact, but he had only met her quickly in passing before deciding it was too much. Why would their parents keep this secret? Why had it taken so long for her to come back? Was she going to be different than his other older siblings? It was a lot to take in. But his curiosity was getting the better of him. He had to know for certain what was going on, that what she was saying was true and real.

So he sought her out.

“Finn seems to believe you,” he said in lieu of a greeting. Finn, while a bit distant, had treated Kol better than Elijah and Klaus. Kol felt he could at least trust Finn, as they were both on the edges of their family. Finn being maybe a little more disliked than Kol himself. But he saw Finn for who he was, and Finn had spoken up for Freya.

Approaching her, Kol studied her face. There were some similar features, she looked more like Finn than he did. Reaching out, he meant to take her hand and bow, but instead he was met with what felt like a shock. Dropping her hand he moved back, mouth open slightly as he was unable to find the right words. “What was that?” he finally asked, eyes searching her face and watching her even more closely than before.

[ofthebcnes]

who: @freyasavery​ where: dmle when: workday

Whether the employees of the DMLE liked it or not, Amelia had always taken a particularly hands-on approach to her position. Even as she was rising up the political chain, she’d made sure to check in on all the various subjects of the department; it was good for job performance, she figured, knowing that the boss could come by at any moment. Amelia liked to think she helped, too, and besides - there were few better ways to win her approval than to impress her on one of these impromptu visits. Long overdue for a trip down to the Obliviators’ wing and long bored of the endless paperwork, she stepped off the elevator with nothing more than the click of her heels to alert her presence. Making her way down the corridor, she offered smiles to those hard at work, raised eyebrows to those messing around, and the odd tip to some of the newer recruits. It was no surprise to find Freya hard at work when she reached the woman’s desk, and Amelia’s expression was approving, some of her hard demeanor falling away. “Morning, Freya.” She certainly didn’t choose favorites, and she certainly didn’t trust the Avery surname, but she would always appreciate those who were damned good at what they did. “Working on anything I should know about?”