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↳ 35: THERAPY

NO ONE WAS ABLE TO make Freya Merse talk the following days. Besides for educational reasons, Freya refused to talk to anyone — not even her friends. Yet, when asked if she was fine, she would reply she is. She even smiled. But then quickly dismisses the topic.

          Lily knew it was her fault. And though she wanted to apologize, she didn't knew how to approach her best friend. Freya wasn't exactly glaring at her or any indications that she's mad but she wasn't technically talking to her either. So, Lily decided to just leave her for a while.

          "Hey, you missed dinner, again."

          Freya looked up from her bed to see Sirius standing by their dorm doorway. He was wearing a sad yet cocky smirk and Freya couldn't comprehend how he managed to do that. "I am not even going to ask how you got in here."

          Sirius chuckled and then walked in the room. As he did so, he threw a wrapped sandwich at her direction to which Freya caught. "Eat."

          Freya grinned upon seeing that the sandwich was ham and cream cheese and she shook her head amusedly. Sirius rose an eyebrow and said, "What's funny?"

          "How'd you knew this was my favorite?"

          "We dated, Freya," said Sirius, as if it was the obvious, but it only made Freya smirk.

          "If I recall, you didn't do relationships, Sirius."

          Sirius deadpanned. "Do you want the sandwich or not?"

          Freya laughed but nevertheless, started unwrapping the sandwich. Sirius wore a proud smile as the girl took a bite from it. It was funny how Sirius was sort of being Freya's therapist the past days. He was the one to always ask her how she was even if she refused to talk. She didn't want to tell him she was thankful because his ego might swell.

          Sirius then walked towards her direction and then sat on Mary's bed — which was in front Freya's. "So..."

          Freya rose an eyebrow as he chewed. Sirius couldn't suppress a chuckle, "How are you?"

          "We see each other everyday, Sirius," Freya pointed.

          Sirius rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

          Freya managed not to zone out and just burst her heart out. She was tired of crying, really. So, she only shrugged at the handsome lad. Sirius sighed both from exasperation yet understanding. He offered her a small smile to which Freya gladly returned.

          "Go down to the common room with me?"

          Freya rose her eyebrow as she took another bite from her sandwich. "Why?" Is this a therapeutic thing?

          Sirius shrugged, "You need to not spend your free time in your dorm." Definitely therapeutic.

          "And I should care because?"

          Sirius rolled his eyes, "Come on, Freya."

         "No."

         "I'll chew your homework," Freya wanted to laugh at his threat but Sirius as a dog had once chewed all her essays before and it was not okay. So, she sighed and stood up.

         "Fine, but there better be something to drink down there."

         Sirius smiled in triumph and stood up as well. The two walked out the sixth year dorm room and started descending the stairs.