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Freddie shrugged, keeping his eyes on the ground in front of him. "Maybe. If they're being unreasonable."

The sky rocked back and forth. Freddie clambered out of the hammock, nearly twisting his ankle as he hit the ground. He should have been more careful, but he was fuming. Chores in exchange for his guitar? It was a gift - she shouldn't have taken it away in the first place. "She can take my...

No, Freddie wasn't asleep, but for all intents and purposes he was consciously unavailable. Auntie Thalia had been nagging him all day about his attitude and when he'd finally, finally managed to get her off his back, he'd discovered that she'd confiscated his guitar. As if that was going to put...

Freddie tried not to cringe as the boy picked the tarantula up with his bare hands. Who did that? More to the point, who kept a tarantula as a pet? He could have excused the fact they were creepy and gross if they were interesting to play with, but they didn't seem to have much to offer in the...

Freddie Lagowski · Character Development Please feel free to ask more questions! Thank you!! Freddie's age at the time of writing: 11 Last updated: 18/04/25 PERSONAL QUESTIONS What is his real, birth name? What name does he use? Wilfred Kenneth Lagowski. He goes strictly by Freddie -...

What the hell-? Freddie stepped back, not politely, but in sheer disbelief at what he saw. Disbelief that she could possibly want the exact book he had come to take away, and disbelief that she would step right in front of him to get it. Without thinking, or rather, thinking only of the...

“Yeah, pretty sure,” said Freddie. He was leaning over, holding the basket carefully in place, as if Wilfred might have the strength in one of his tiny tarantula legs to lever it up over his own body. Well, you never knew. “He did. His whole life probably just flashed before his eyes. Sorry...

Hiding was a strong word to describe what Freddie was doing in the empty classroom. No, no, he wasn't hiding. Recuperating - yes, that was more like it. He’d managed to get himself into a mostly comfortable position at a desk in the corner, a good book in hand, legs stretched out under the...

Thank Merlin Freddie had good impulse-control, or else the spider would have become abruptly two-dimensional when he looked down and saw it by his foot. He got as far as lifting his knee, then shifted gears and staggered backwards. That was Wilfred?? A tarantula? Freddie, for whom the thought of...

Freddie wished he hadn’t said that. He just… felt the need to justify the hat’s decision, somehow. At the same time, he felt a bit sick. What was he trying to prove? Was be already expecting to screw up? The boy startled at the flash of black feathers, snatching away his hands. What the…? Was...

Freddie frowned. Was this some kind of trick? Was he going to look under the couch and get shoved on the floor? Was that other kid hiding under there, waiting to grab him? He didn’t trust either of them one bit. Curiosity, however, got the better of him, and taking a generous step back he bent...

Freddie had only come back for his pen. It had slipped out of his pocket when he'd fallen asleep on the sofa by the fireplace - and here it was, just as he'd expected, trapped between the cushions. He brushed off the lint, pocketed it, and headed for the door. Wilfred? Who was calling him...

Freddie might as well have been caught stealing the guitar, for the look of horror that flashed across his face when Priyanka came in. He made a swift enough recovery, to an observer, though he hung the guitar back on the rack immediately. "Hi," he said. "Priya. Do you go by Priya, or Priyanka?"...

10/10, beautiful, the green, the red, her smirk, AHH, *chef kiss*

That wasn't an apology. That wasn't even nearly an apology. Freddie stood completely still, but a storm swirled inside him, just beneath the surface. Don't. Don't. It's been two days. Don't hit him. What - so I'm just supposed to let him talk to me like that? He'll do it again. He'll tell all...

Had Freddie thought logically about it for a moment, he might have realised the book had slipped off his lap when he'd dozed off, but nobody could fault him for being a bit groggy. He scowled. He did not snore, he had that on good authority, by which he meant his own. OK, maybe Luke had...

Vanity - Whoops :r yess sounds great, I just need to think of something Freddie would need help with. He tends not to ask for help. I have an idea but I'm gonna PM you!! Cyrus - Yesss she'd love to watch him play and would somewhat shyly give it a go if he offered to teach her something. Would...

Freddie didn't miss much about home, but he did miss his guitars. He owned several: a run-of-the-mill acoustic, a vintage yellow electric that had cost hundreds of dollars, and a cheaper electric that he didn't feel so guilty about shredding. Susie had assured him there were loads of guitars in...

https://hogwarts.nz/threads/frogs-and-toads-around-the-world.126298/ Okay I apologise for how long this got but I had to provide context :r I didn't godmod in the end!! It's so funny because I genuinely came up with half of this story the other day while just brainstorming his childhood...