Rosalind didn't teach. Freyja wasn't actually sure what she did when she wasn't around anyone else. She just went missing for hours on end.

But it presented the student with an opportunity when she entered the library to do a bit of research in any way she could. She wandered to a random section to pull a random book to research a random topic and broaden her random knowledge. She found another redhead in the same section and was surprised to see her. None of the others had managed to find her; she didn't attend regular classes.

"Beatrix," she greeted.

The brown eyed girl looked at her briefly before looking back at her book, looking bored as ever. "Freyja," she sassed back.

With a sigh, the redhead moved to join her fellow. They sat and read together in silence before it became obvious Beatrix was fake reading. Freyja took that to mean she'd be open to other "entertainment". "So, is it just history or are there other subjects you simp over," she quipped lowly.

A smirk pulled at Beatrix and she let out a subtle laugh. "All sorts," she answered just as quietly. Her smirk was glued to her face at the minimum level of psycho.

Freyja hummed. "Are you still pursuing the espionage scene? Because I knew a subject that'd be perfect."

Psycho turned smug and the more experienced warrior knew she had her fellow. "Mind magic."

Freyja leaned in. "Or, as I call it, reading people." She sat back straight, watching Beatrix's face crumble with confusion. She smiled, pleased to be back in the front seat. "You are awfully fond of your father figure, not your real father, and not a real challenge to decipher. But you want more. Single parents are hard to separate from their kids. Kids don't want to be separated either. But life does as it always does and it gets in the way of that precious balance. But it isn't easy." She sat back, a smug light in the backs of her eyes.

Beatrix looked the girl up and down. "Respect. Why mention all this?" she asked.

The blue eyed girl sighed. She was less smug, more sympathetic now. "Rosalind is using that. She's not giving you any attention so you fixate on her instead of your dad. But she's an idiot who doesn't understand people near enough as she thinks she does so she's doing the opposite."

The electric fairy looked down. She thought before looking back up at Freyja with tear-filled eyes. "I thought she'd want to impart wisdoms and teach me. I thought she'd be my mentor, but she's only interested in you and Bloom."

Freyja sat forward, moving very slowly. Out of pain or compassion, she wasn't sure. She placed her hand on top of Beatrix's. "Because she thinks she knows your full potential." She smiled and it bordered on manic. "But she doesn't."

Beatrix eyed the other air fairy with wonder. How on earth did an orphan understand such pain? Was she a Mind Fairy after all? That would be the perfect twist.

But the other air fairy just smiled... tiredly. "People who know forget I had parents before I became what I am."

*

The two redheads walked the halls of Alfea in unison, everything down to the footsteps aligned. It was a chilling scene, two of the most powerful first years banding together, and it gave most of the students pause. But the teachers, those who knew Freyja, students who knew her heart even if they didn't know her, they felt warm, like hope finally peered through the windows.

They returned to their shared suite and Freyja was laughing at something Beatrix said. Only, the rest of the girls were having some secret meeting. The gentler air fairy tilted her head then checked her phone. Beatrix's eyes widened before she laughed at the low brightness her counterpart used to keep other eyes away. Freyja put her phone away, a bit put out. No text. She didn't know there was a suite meeting and that stung a bit. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Uh..." Bloom eyed Beatrix obviously.

Freyja glanced at her, stepping inside so Beatrix would so she could shut the door. "She's cool," she insisted, shutting the door. "What's up?" The redhead slipped out of her jacket, hanging it up.

"Uh... just... talking about Sky, actually."

Freyja stepped over to the blonde. She made a face. They were talking about Stella's toxic ex in front of her? "Really?" she clarified in a mumble as she sank down.

Stella nodded, seemingly fine with it.

Beatrix slowly sank down beside her new friend and it was a little awkward, but the suite got around it, as they did most of the rules.