ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ғᴀᴋᴇ → ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

↳ 38: PDA

FREYA LET THE J PENDANT necklace dangle from the air. Using Wingardium Leviosa on it to float above her as she laid on the luxurious carpeted floor of their living room was the most activity Freya had done for the day.

           While it was nice to be in a grand manor with elves doing everything for you, Freya didn't feel any warmth in the house. In fact, the fact that it was so huge made it only feel so cold.

           Froyce was somewhere in the house — probably in the library, Freya assumed. Her father was at Mungo's, as usual. It was a Monday and it was only late afternoon so it was expected. And there she was, in front of the fireplace and wallowing at the memories from the necklace floating above her.

           Freya hated herself that she couldn't give James back the thing. But then again, it was the only thing he had given her — material wise. It was all she had left from James. And letting it go was going to be hard.

           "I thought you were trying to get over him?"

           Freya didn't even look to her side to see who spoke. There were only two of them in the house — unless there was a burglar but Freya knew Froyce's voice anywhere. "I am. Staring at the things that remind you of him until they don't remind you of him anymore is therapeutical."

           Freya could practically feel Froyce rolling his eyes. "Okay, first," Freya heard his feet pad onto the floor and heard his weight fall on one of the couches. "Everything reminds you of him."

           It was Freya's turn to roll her eyes but she would be a lying girl if she said Froyce was wrong. "And second," he leaned forward, settling his elbows on his knees and then looking down at Freya on the floor. "You don't know anything about therapy."

           "And you do?" Freya said sarcastically.

           "I know enough to know that while this is a possible method, it doesn't apply well with your personality," and with that, Froyce grabbed the floating necklace and slumped back on his seat.

           Freya sat up and turned to him almost immediately, "Ha-ha, okay, give it, genius." She swiped the necklace from her brother, him only smirking and shaking his head.

          "I thought you agreed for Sirius to court you?"

          "I did," said Freya, pocketing the necklace as she said so. "Haven't you seen the gazillion bouquet of random flowers in the drawing room?"

          "Those are from him?" Froyce's eyes went wide. "I thought it was from Dad's many admirers."

          It was true. Their dad was not only a super talented and helpful healer, he was also a good looking one. That's why it wasn't a question why their mother fell for him. He was attractive and a hardworking person. He was husband material.

          "I thought so at first," said Freya, smiling at the memory. "But then I saw the tags."

          "Has dad seen them?"

          "I don't know what time they were sent. I didn't even feel dad come home last night and I didn't even see him leave earlier." said Freya, shrugging. "But yeah, a part of why I was lying down here was because I was thinking of reasons to tell him if he asks."

          "Tell him it was from Sirius, tell the truth," said Froyce, leaning forward towards her again. "You cant be ashamed of what Sirius gave. You have to give the guy props here. Heck, I know I do. I would've believed those flowers were from anyone but Sirius playboy Black."