𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 - 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏

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her eyes open softly, her cheek slouched on the wall of the train. a faint red mark left where the wall was pressed against her smooth cheek. she blinks as she yawns looking around the compartment that she is sat in. she looks at her watch a a strand of her shiny brown hair falls in-front of her face. it's three in the afternoon, another hour to go.

freya is on the train from paris to london on the request of albus dumbledore. he heard of her magic that most wizards had heard of. that she could become one of the most powerful witches of the time. when he heard of this he didn't hesitate to pick up his quill and send her a letter. he asked her to practically pack up her life in paris to move to london to help the order.

freya is probably one of the people who would actually move. freya is a half-blood, her mother was a muggle born named aubrey howard and her father was a pure-blood named warren howard. her parents both died by being attacked by death-eaters and were murdered in her family home. when she got home from work, she found them dead on the floor of her kitchen.

definitely not freya's happiest memory but not long after she received the letter from albus and was happy to do whatever to bring down those horrid death-eaters.

freya opens one of the muggle books her mother had leant to her, she didn't know the name of it though. The front cover and front page along with the top of the book had been destroyed due to the destruction that the death eaters had unleashed on the home she had lived in for many years.

a moment later a lady with a trolley filled with a selection of muggle foods knocked on the door. freya opened the door and the lady glared at her. the lady had awfully cut dyed red hair, her fringe is ragged and hair is in two plaits that have chunks of hair sticking out either sides. her glasses are emerald which do not compliment the red of her hair and her frown is giving her wrinkles.

"would you like anything?" the lady groans, not much emotion in her boring voice.

"could I please have a peppermint tea?" freya smiles at the woman who rolls her eyes which freya finds rude.

freya focuses on the woman's forehead and makes three bludges stick out of her really bad fringe. freya takes her tea from the woman and places it down on the table in the compartment. the woman leaves and freya shuts the door, chuckling to herself a little.

she sips the tea while watching the trees rush pass the window ever so quickly. freya has never been one to cause mischief not wanting to upset her parents ever. there was never any reason that freya felt like she would always disappoint them came from no where. she was the brightest witch at her school yet still felt self doubt but that is with everyone.

her parents loved her dearly and would not care if she got in a few fights or planned a few pranks but freya honestly believed that they needed her to be a literal angel. when her parents passed away she felt that the angel that used to calm her and keep her from doing mischievous things had loosened their grip on her.

freya loosened up, tried new things, got rid of her clothes and got new ones feeling a need for everything to be changed and that she had to change everything. that angel still remains in freya most of the time making sure she doesn't actually go off the rails.

once the tea in freya's cup has disappeared she sat back into her seat and closed her eyes for a moment letting all the pressure and annoyance wash away from her mind leaving her in a very calm state.

eventually she reached london, she got off the train and collected her trunk, it was a light blue with her initials printed into the side and onto the handle of her trunk. she carried her trunk through king cross station and made her way out of it. prior to moving to london she decided to buy a small bungalow to herself. she felt that she wanted some place of her own, not knowing her long she would stay in london for.

her heels clipped the hard concrete floors, she wears a pair of tall cream stilettos, a pair of sheer black tights, a grey plain skirt, a white button-up shirt and a light pink cardigan. her brown hair is down, framing her face, with her deep brown eyes peering around the train station.

she walked to a private area and removed her wand from the pocket of her cardigan and apparated herself to her new home. she unlocked her door and walked into the small, empty house filled with only a couch in the living room and a large mattress on the floor of her bedroom.

she placed her trunk in her bare bedroom, near the window. freya kicked her heels off then sat on the low mattress and she sighed thinking about her new life and how different it would be to her life in france but was interrupted by a knocking coming from her front door. she sighed again and stood up, walking on the cold wooden floorboards with her bare feet.

when freya opened the door standing there was albus dumbledore and a ginger with a very beautiful smile on her face.

"hello albus," freya says, before looking at the ginger while leaning on the door frame, "and you are?"

"oh, yeah, i am lily, lily potter," she chirps, looking quite excited.

"nice to meet you lily," freya smiles, a boy appearing behind lily, he's taller with brown curls and brown eyes.

"this is james potter," lily says, looking lovingly at the boy who appeared behind her, obviously her husband.

"hi," he says, with a smile.

"hello," freya smiles back. "would you like to come in, it's not decorated or anything i just got here like five minutes ago," freya says, moving backwards.

"only, for a moment, we wouldn't want to disturb you freya," albus says.

"you wouldn't be disturbing me, my life is quite boring to be honest," freya says.

"well, then," albus says.

The three people enter freya's little home, looking at the chipped paint on the bare walls and only a couch on the floor. she sits on the counter top of her kitchen as the other's just stand. james stands with a very relaxed posture with a calm look plastered across his face. lily stands with her arms crossed but looking very happy and quite excited. albus stands like he always does, quite formal and his face looking very blank.

"so, freya the potters will be hosting a meeting at there home tomorrow at eight pm, lily or james will pick you up-" he says, until freya cuts him off.

"is it far from here?" freya asks.

"no, not that far," james says.

"then just give me your address and i will apparate there," freya says.

"freya, please just let james or lily take you," albus says.

"fine then," freya says.

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