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With a small scrape, a piece of paper slid across table from his right and stopped abruptly upon having collided with the edge of his textbook. He unfolded it carefully and with ease, he was skilled in passing notes due to the fact that James always found something in his mind that was so important during class that he needed to show Remus.

When he opened it, he instantly recognized Freya's neat, curly handwriting spread across the top of the paper. The same handwriting that dashed across countless letters addressed to Remus every summer. Each one was signed the same way - Love, Freya. The same handwriting that lined the front page of the numerous books she gifted him each holiday.

What kind of person is you know who looking for?

Remus's eyebrows began to furrow upon reading the note, but quickly rested back in their rightful position. It didn't take much thought to realize that the mysterious subject of the girl's note was in fact, Sirius Black. This was the last thing Remus wanted to talk about at the moment. Sure, Transfiguration wasn't his favorite subject; and sure, up until this very second he had been counting down the minutes of the class. However, Remus would prefer any academic topic over the subject of Freya's crush on his best friend. He decided to scribble a few words that would hopefully delay the conversation until the end of class, or forever if he had his way, onto the note.

I haven't a clue who you're talking about.

Remus folded the paper before sliding it to his right. He then focused his attention on the second paragraph of page thirty-seven. To his disappointment, the folded page arrived next to his sweater covered arm once again.

Remus, you know who.

I'm afraid I don't.

He practically chucked the paper back at the blonde this time. Freya gave the note a quick skim before looking at him with wide eyes and nodding her head to Sirius. Their friend sat a few wooden desks in front of them with James. McGonagall had moved Sirius and James to the front of the class one day, as she had grown tired of storming back to their previous seat choice in the back multiple times each class. Her gaze lingered on the two boys like a hawk.

Remus sighed before he snatched the paper back, dipped his quill in ink and began to write. He felt Freya staring at him for a response while she chewed anxiously on her chewing gum.

I'm not encouraging this.

Why not?

Because, you'll only end up hurt.

I truly admire your over protectiveness, and love our friendship.. but we are two of your closest friends. Could you stop just this once?

Freya had no chance to maneuver the note back across the table to Remus because McGonagall's eyes had already made contact with the note in her hand. Within seconds, the parchment had flewn from Freya's grasp and into the teacher's instead. Remus gulped as he watched the older woman's eyes scan across the page several times. They even seemed to widen after what looked like the third time through.

"You two," she stated, "will stay with me after class is dismissed."

Freya's eyebrows furrowed. What had they done? They'd been caught passing notes numerous amounts of times. Peter had accidentally caught one on fire once and that hadn't even resulted in so much as a detention. James had written Lily over thirty (all ignored) in one class the previous year, and had only gotten in trouble with Lily about it.

Freya and Remus weren't the only one confused. Sirius and James had turned around to face them with their eyebrows raised. "What the hell did you write on there?" Peter mouthed from across the room where he sat beside Mary. Lily, who sat with a gaping Marlene, simply stared at the two with a look of disapproval.

Class seemed to drag by slower than ever as the two students wondered what would happen after it was dismissed. Finally, the bell sounded for them to leave and they sat still in their seats as everyone filed out as fast as possible. Sirius hesitated at the door, sent Remus a look of curiosity, then decided to walk out after James.

It wasn't until two minutes after the class had emptied that the door swung open and none other than Albus Dumbledore walked in. His robes trailed behind him with their usual celestial airiness. The gleam in his eye was present, but tainted with what could be labelled as concern. McGonagall did not look in the least bit surprised at the Headmaster's entrance. In fact, she greeted him with pursed lips, handed him the note, allowed him a brief moment to read over it before he nodded slowly as if contemplating something interesting. Freya's cheeks burned a red that she knew her makeup would be unable to hide. What was so interesting about her love life?

Dumbledore paced the small classroom before suddenly turning. He opened his mouth after a short moment of wording his next words in his head before he allowed himself to speak, "How long have you two been planning contact with Lord Voldemort?"

Freya's mouth dropped so low that her jaw ached because of her action. Remus jumped from his seat with clear anger and shock drawn across the scars on his face.

"What?" he exclaimed widely. Freya noticed the familiar animalistic anger that she often saw glimmering in his eyes when he was infuriated.

"You know who," Dumbldore quoted from the parchment, "Lord Voldemort is becoming known as this by those who fear to say his name.

Dumbledore examined their gaping expressions and gestures towards Remus. "Mr. Lupin seems to think that it is dangerous for you to go about your wishes and seek the person you are writing of."

She sat speechless. Never had she ever been accused of doing something so disgusting in her life.

"I - We . . ." she stuttered, unable to form words. Remus seemed to sense this because he spoke instead angrily, "She was talking about her crush, Sirius Black!"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in interest and relief, "Ah, Sirius Black, you say? Well I am happy to say that we are mistaken, Professor Mcgonagall."

"I am most glad to agree," she said promptly.

Dumbledore scanned the letter one more time, to Freya's mortification, before he handed it back to Remus. "Ah to be a careless teenager and be able to fancy freely. Although, I must say, I did think that the two of you were - as your generation call it - 'a thing.' Alas, I must be mistaken again."

Freya blushed an even deeper red while Remus shifted beside her uncomfortably. Dumbledore seemed to notice this because he waved his wand once and the doors behind them opened up for them. "Dismissed," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "Oh, and Miss. Bradberry, next time you wish to divulge about Mr. Black to Mr. Lupin, I'd advise that you two do it in person, or at least use another name."

She nodded her burning face briefly before directing herself after Remus through the open door.

"What an assumption!" the boy said angrily when they were out of earshot.

Freya frowned, "Yeah. It's upsetting that they'd jump to conclusions like that."

Her friend sighed, "Yeah. Times are tough though. I guess you can never be too careful . . . "

"A valid point."

"Well, at least he believed us, right?" he asked as he looked over the girl who was clearly no longer thinking about the fact that they had just been accused over associating with the rising dark wizard known as Voldemort.

"What? Oh, yeah. Hey next time, I'm referring to him as Snuffles in the notes, alright?"

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The common room was, as it typically was on Friday nights, full. This fact was not bothersome to the many first, second and third years that spent their time doing Merlin knows what, but for students above these levels - it was a bit distracting. After ten minutes of trying, Freya deduced that sending rude glares in the direction of her noisy housemates would do no good, so she began packing her textbooks into her bag to complete inside the peacefulness of her dormitory.

As she stood James whined loudly from beside where she had been seated criss crossed beside him, "You're already done? I hate Charms. Actually, I hate everything!"

"No, and charms?" Freya giggled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "Out of all subjects? You know what I hate? Calculus."

James's noses crinkled underneath his glasses, "What the hell is that? Sounds like a poison."

"Might as well be," she agrees, "But it's a muggle subject. Mum and dad make me study it during summer."

"What is it?"

"Math, but complicated."

"Muggles and their made up subjects. Leave it to them to make something already complicated even more complicated."

Freya laughed, "Oh James. Muggles invented salt water taffy. Where would you be without that, huh?"

"Salt water taffy. They did get that right," he said dreamily. "And Led Zeppelin."

"What a combination."

Before he could complain about everything under the sun, and fantasize about more random Muggle pleasantries, Freya slung her bag over her shoulder and trudged up the stairs.

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That evening Freya sat curled beneath layers of covers in her bed with a packet of crisps and her school bag. Hours seemed to tick by leisurely, yet frustratingly. She spent this time attempting to finish all of her upcoming assignments and to shove the thought of Sirius out of her mind.

Little did she know that nearby, her best friend's night was spent similarly. His sweatpant clad legs acted as a prop for the Transfiguration textbook that he simply couldn't focus on with the idea of Freya running through his mind.

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a/n: hating freya just because she has a crush on someone else that isn't remus is misogynistic

also, sorry for the relatively short & fluffy chapter ... next one is more eventful.

qotd: favorite movie ??? (besides Harry Potter)

aotd: kill your darlings ahhdjjsjd (dane + daniel = chest pains)