- Messages
- 294
- OOC First Name
- Mika
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single
- Sexual Orientation
- Asexual
- Wand
- Curly 9 1/2 Inch Swishy Willow Wand with Unicorn Hair Core
- Age
- June 20th '38 (20)
Freya had long since known that the people she most frequently bothered had lives outside of her, but had only just come to the conclusion that she didn't quite know what to do with herself when they weren't around. It was almost as though she simply ceased to exist when she wasn't performing for a crowd. She supposed she could find some cause or other to occupy her time with, but pulling out the energy to pretend to care about something sounded exhausting and Freya was not interested. A lot of her time alone had been spent in the library, but she was increasingly feeling that uncomfortable itch that came from building habits that made her predictable, so that was out of the question.
The abandoned classroom on the second floor wasn't the best place for Freya to hide if she didn't want to be found, but it was quiet enough to let her have a rare moment of self-reflection. Freya hated the idea almost as she thought it, and mentally slammed that emotional baggage back into the griefcase where it belonged. She put down a handful of dried flowers next to the weird little shrine to the school's cats that she'd made back in first year. She suspected it was the house elves who kept clearing it away, but Freya was determined to make it stick one of these days. She'd "borrowed" a black cat that belonged to one of the Ravenclaws, or at least she thought so - Freya didn't exactly track down the owners to ask for permission before luring away their pets, but the cats themselves didn't seem to mind following her around. She stuck her tongue out her temporary companion and ran her fingers through the cat's soft fur.
The abandoned classroom on the second floor wasn't the best place for Freya to hide if she didn't want to be found, but it was quiet enough to let her have a rare moment of self-reflection. Freya hated the idea almost as she thought it, and mentally slammed that emotional baggage back into the griefcase where it belonged. She put down a handful of dried flowers next to the weird little shrine to the school's cats that she'd made back in first year. She suspected it was the house elves who kept clearing it away, but Freya was determined to make it stick one of these days. She'd "borrowed" a black cat that belonged to one of the Ravenclaws, or at least she thought so - Freya didn't exactly track down the owners to ask for permission before luring away their pets, but the cats themselves didn't seem to mind following her around. She stuck her tongue out her temporary companion and ran her fingers through the cat's soft fur.