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Freddie, who had been quietly feeding Monty numbers and other bits of information about the match, suddenly burst out laughing. He almost felt like a real commentator - but it was better than that, because he didn't have to say anything. Merlin - it must have been nice not to mind making an...

Co-referee? Freddie grinned. See, he was useful, after all. He could keep track of the scores.

Yes! Freddie grinned, clapping, as Leda caught the snitch. The team could probably neither see nor hear him, in the dark, so far away, but he couldn't quite bring himself to whistle or whoop. It might come out all squeaky or half-hearted and Monty would think he was shy. Maybe he'd give it a go...

Freddie, who felt a bit too old for the ground group but was determined too young for the sky group, followed his family into the field just to watch. He was a little aggrieved at having been left out, but realistically, his age was only half the problem. Still, he could stand here and cheer...

Freddie was quiet as he listened. Yeah, yeah. Big school. Fresh start. Auntie Thalia had been over it with him a hundred times before. He'd made no promises. Coming from Susie, though… Maybe it was worth thinking about. “Yeah,” he said, after a while. There was a cloud of gnats up ahead; he...

Freddie broke into a run. They'd tell on him, he knew it, he wasn't getting away with this, someone saw it, they'd tell Susie, she'd get mad at him, even though he'd done it for her... He'd been at Hogwarts for less than a week and he'd already ruined everything. Everywhere he went, he ruined...

Freddie half expected the girls to grab him, but he wasn't quick enough to do anything except brace. Pain rocketed across his scalp and down his neck as he was yanked one way, then the other, the world a blur of skin and nails. The second pull caught him off guard and stumbled backward, breaking...

Freddie glanced up at the girls. A step back? Yeah, sure - in a second. There was just one thing he had to do. He turned to the Gryffindor. His fist shot out. Quick and clean. Straight to the stomach. Maybe that would teach him - maybe that would teach all of them. Don't talk about Susie. Don't...

Freddie had been on his way to the great hall when a poster in the courtyard had stopped him in his tracks. Student Defence Association. Something something something, duelling. Huh. A duelling tournament? The date on the poster had long passed - someone had obviously forgotten to take it down -...

"OK. Priya," Freddie repeated. It didn't escape his notice that her eyes lingered on the piano in the corner. It was a nice one, vintage, shiny, and, if his experience with the guitars was anything to go by, probably in tune. He suspected some kind of charm was at work. In any case, he was...

Freddie turned, prepared to defend himself, or at least to let loose some coarse remark. By the skin of his teeth he managed to contain it. "It locked on me," he said. "Someone locked it. My stuff's in there." He shouldered the door again, just in case he hadn't given it enough force the first...

This line from @Vanity Mettlestone after Freddie kicked a door =)) I absolutely love it

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...