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Two alike situations took place in two different rooms of the Gryffindor tower. In a certain boy's dormitory, James went on and on about how unreal the date had been. How Lily's hair had the same scent as wild flowers, how she miraculously didn't yell at him the entire time, and how she merely winked at his proposition for a follow up. In one of the girl's dormitories, the four roommates sat in a misshaped circle on top of Mary's bed where they prodded Lily for more information, which naturally she divulged.

That was the only difference. Whereas Freya instructed Lily to tell every single detail of the date, Sirius advised James to sod off. It was nearing one am, Quidditch practice was to cause an earlier awakening that same morning, and James still had not shut up.

Eventually the light in their dormitory was turned off by Marlene, and three of the girls that lived inside dozed off into a quiet slumber, but no such thing was able to be bestowed upon Freya's tired body. Her thoughts buzzed and fluttered about like escaped fireflies in her mind which acted as a withholding cage. Though she was not asleep to have the dream, it was one of the only things on her mind.

When the petite clock on their wall read 1:50 am, Freya finally slid out from her cotton covers and stepped onto the polished wooden floor below her bed. The wood planks were almost chilly at first touch. It nipped at her toes and dotted her legs with barely visible goosebumps. A pair of socks were snatched from her opened trunk, and she slid them wordlessly onto her freezing feet before making an exit. Her pathway dodged the familiar creaky planks of the dormitory on her way.

She was not headed to the Common Room to sleep on the couch with the other students unable to catch their rest, but instead she crept to the arms of Remus. However, it surprised her to see the light shining out from the crack between floor and the Marauder's door. A charm cast over the room protected the ruckus inside from disturbing the other Gryffindors.

It was typical for the four boys to stay up late into the night, for more than just the occasion of the full moon. The darkness was a time of pranking Filch from the protection of the invisibility cloak, though as the years passed it could not shelter all of them. It just somewhat surprised her to see them awake so early in the morning of a day full of serious Quidditch practice.

Freya twisted the brass knob and pushed the door slightly ajar in order for her to fit through the opening. The earful of conversation was what first met her senses before the sight of her idiotic friends in front of her caused a smile to push onto her cheeks. Sirius stood over James, a pillow beating his best friend over and over, but the bespectacled boy proceeded to talk about how marvelous the date with Lily had been.

Her eyes wandered to Remus, who was buried underneath a pile of blankets that Peter seemed to be making a fort out of.

"Is Prongs calling for a war, Padfoot?" Peter called from the fort.

The blonde took this as an opportunity to slide fully into the room and perch behind Remus's bed, her face tilted to rest on the back of her hand as she watched the ongoing situation.

"I believe he is."

Freya was suddenly extremely grateful for the silencing charm that protected the room.

The dramatics continued as Peter stood, "How dare you, Prongs. How dare you deprive your fellow Marauders of their beauty sleep in order to talk about a fair maiden? What honor is this? Of all —"

The noise that Peter's voice was causing suddenly came to a halt as he was pulled down by the foot, disappearing under the blankets. Remus popped up into sight only a few moments later, grinning as he brushed off  the sweatpants that covered his legs and looked down at Peter.

"What was that, Wormtail?"

Peter groaned, "A monstrous betrayal."

"Was that a werewolf joke? Did you seriously just make a werewolf joke in the middle of a war, you rodent?"

His last words were all it took for Freya to blow her cover. A series of laughs and snorts sounded from behind the bed, and Remus immediately recognized the noise as his girlfriend. He scanned the room for the sound, and eventually his eyes caught side of the few blonde hairs that stuck out for his viewing from behind his bed. Her face was covered by the messy pile of sheets that had been distorted in their wrestling.

As Remus stood fully from his hunched over position and walked over to Freya and away from Peter who was still hidden stubbornly amongst the mess on their dormitory's floor, he was able to see her full face from behind the piece of furniture, and she looked beautiful. Despite the lines underneath her azure eyes from sleep deprivation rather than laughing, and the messy state of her still drying hair from her evening shower, she looked utterly breathtaking.

Sirius reached Freya before he did.

With strong arms, his black haired roommate grabbed the blonde and tugged her the few steps away to the mismatched fort where Peter had slipped into. This caused much more struggle than he had hoped, for Freya physically fought back.

"Surrender yourself and your partner," Peter announced as he pointed to Remus and James, "And we will release your maiden."

"Aren't we too old for this," muttered Remus.

"Too old? Old? I can't believe it, I must say I'm disappointed," James spoke, "And do you really not wish to save your girlfriend, Moony?"

Just as the words echoed from James's mouth, his partner in crime, Peter, disappeared behind the fort as Sirius stumbled backwards with his hands raised in surrender. When the two on the opposing side peaked around, Freya had managed to escape Sirius's grip and pin Peter to the floor. However her gaze was not locked with the mousey boy's eyes, but instead she glared over at Sirius.

"Time to surrender, Black."

Sirius raised his hands up high above him. A visage of grumpiness masked onto his sharp features at the realization of their loss of 'war,' which was a very important game to the Marauders. One that they, to Freya's amusement, took very seriously.

"I think you picked the right career, Frey," James commented on the girl's choice to become a hitwizard after graduation as he attempted to help Peter up from the floor, "You'll do great, with magic or without."

A lopsided grin slid on her face as she brought her wand from her back pocket where it had thankfully remained unharmed despite the previous events. With a quick flick, she and James sent everything back where it belonged in the room. Pillows flew back into their places, blankets folded in midair before gracefully draping across the boys' beds, books snugly slid back onto the shelf, and clothes returned inside of trunks.

Everyone wordlessly fell into bed except the couple. The long day at Hogsmeade had tired them, plus the late hour in which they had stayed up. Remus eventually turned to Freya with a single raised eyebrow, as if to ask if she wanted to stay, and she simply nodded in return before sinking into the bed with him.

He did not ask what caused her to intrude into their dormitory in the first place, but rather he allowed his girlfriend to stay comfortably in the warmth of his arms.

Freckles dotted across her face just like little stars shining in the black night sky outside. The carved scars across his jaw and cheeks reminded her of the lines that connected the stars from the diagrams of constellations she enjoyed to study. Combined, they looked like the universe itself, connected carefully together with ethereal beauty and love.

And as Freya dozed off to the sound of James sniffling in his sleep from a different bed not too far away, she discovered that she was not the only one with haunting, bad dreams.

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When she awoke that same morning, but a few hours later, everything was chaotic. Marlene had arrived some point during Freya's sleep, and after attempting to wake up James and Sirius for Quidditch practice at least seven different ways, she finally resorted in her last option.

It had taken her awhile to master the spell, but after carrying an enormous bubble of water over the tip of her wand, only to drop it separately above James and Sirius's head, she was filled with a massive wave of satisfaction.

It was sometime after the water fiasco that Freya opened her eyes to the sound of a clamorous argument. When she peered out from under the sheets of Remus's bed from where she was entangled in his arms, her eyes met the drenched figure of James, who had sent a heated glare in the direction of Marlene.

The girl wore her uniform perfectly, and her long hair was braided back to prevent it from getting in the way of her vision while playing the sport. Needless to say, she took Quidditch very fervently.

"Practice starts in fifteen minutes," Marlene's enthusiasm had slightly dulled under the cross stare of the bespectacled boy. Her smile faltered before she slowly backed out of the doorway without noticing Freya, who had sunk low into the bed to avoid her roommate, who would more than likely force her to trail along with them to the Quidditch pitch to oversee the practice.

Marlene's head poked back through the ajar door, "Freya, Remus, Peter — I expect to see you three there as well. For support you know, after all, that's what friends do," she enunciated the word in order to make the friends feel guilty if they missed he practice.

A groan escaped Freya's lips as she pried herself away from Remus's grip. The boy playfully tugged her back towards him numerous times and entrapped her in yet another tempting hug.

"Can't we just stay here?" Remus questioned softly, voice muffled partially as his lips were pressed against her blonde hair.

"We'd never hear the end of it," she whispered back and used his barely weakened grip as an advantage to hop out of the bed and to her feet.

She slipped out of the door just as Marlene had and made her way back to her own dormitory. Away from the fussing of James as he accused Peter of stealing his lucky socks, and away from the snores of Sirius who had dressed quickly before he immediately fell back into a last minute slumber.

Once inside her own room, she was rather pleased to see it abandoned as her friends had all gone down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Flaxen hair was brushed messily before she slipped a hair tie around the thick strands to pull them away from her face. The windy weather would more than likely tangle it. A light sweater and jeans replaced her pajamas, water was splashed on her tired facial features, and her usual red lipstick was applied with ease. A pair of faded black coverse were the last thing she grabbed on the way out, and she slipped them over her socks as she bounded down the stairs and into the Common Room.

Her azure eyes instantly fell upon Remus despite the crowd of just awoken students that lined the Common Room. He was leaned against the wall beside the portrait door, subconsciously sliding a few steps over each time someone neared the door to head down for breakfast, or practice, or whatever they had planned on their day off.

"Thanks for waiting on me," she commented with a smile and laced their hands together as they knelt through the exit and into the hall.

A first year Gryffindor named Allen that was coming back up from breakfast read a thin novel as he walked. Freya and Remus simply raised their connected hands so they boy unknowingly walked over their archway of arms.

"It's no problem, I've waited for you longer than that," Remus mused with a half smile at the memory of his undying crush for the girl that he had kept secret for years.

Just as Freya turned the corner, another student unexpectedly did so as well. The blonde was shoved backwards into Remus by whoever walked into her, and the unknown student's wand clattered across the cobbled floor of the castle's hall.

A annoyed huff escaped Freya's cherry lips as she turned to catch sight of whoever had pushed her against Remus.

"Oh sorry," the quiet girl who had caused the accident spoke, "Freya, is it?"

Freya instantly recognized her from where she had seen her sit with a small group of friends at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall. The student was a few years younger than herself, and she was known to be quite odd. When Dumbledore chose to drop the subject of Divination towards the end of last year, she had wailed into the arms of another Ravenclaw during dinner.

The girl was meant to be a Seer, and she told everyone it was passed down for generations in her bloodline, but most saw her only as a fraud. Every prediction she had made — from sudden deaths of students to Quidditch match results, had ended up being terribly, and unsurprisingly, inaccurate.

"Yes, I'm Freya," the blonde commented with a fake, yet kind, smile, "And you're . . . You're Sybill, right?"

"Sybill Trelawney," the girl nodded, "And I suppose that's Remus? Sorry for bumping into you I —"

Her words were cut off for an unknown reason, and the entire atmosphere of the hall seemed to change just as her facial expression did. Goosebumps formed on Freya's neck despite the fact that the temperature in the castle had not lowered, and tiny hairs on her arms stood straight up. The hand that she had unknowingly gripped Remus's with began to sweat, and the boy glanced over at her with worry.

Though Sybill looked more concerning than Freya. The girl's eyes widened to a size even larger than what was typically seen under her huge glasses. Her lips parted, but no words echoed from her mouth. The only movement that was made was by her shaking hand that was brought with a single index finger extended to point at Freya.

"Are you okay?" Remus asked to both girls, not quite knowing what was happening.

"Sunse — Dreams," Sybill sputtered before her voice was overtaken by a whimsical one, "Your dream."

"What about it?" The blonde questioned hastily as she walked towards Sybill, the extended finger was now almost was within touching distance of Freya's cheek as she grew nearer.

The younger girl's face dropped and she shook her head with such suddenness that it caused Freya to jump. Sybill's eyes blinked so rapidly that the glasses that rested on the brim of her nose moved up and down.

"I'm sorry," Sybill began with a confused expression before her face dropped with worry, "Oh no, did I say something?"

"Yes, something about dreams," Remus stated with an unnaturally harsh tone that he noticeably regretted right after he had used it.

Her long, unmanaged hair became entangled around her left dangling earring as she shook her head with rapid objection, "No, no. Just ignore it. I'm sorry. Don't think about it, everything I've ever . . . all my episodes have turned out to be incorrect."

"You didn't predict anything though," Freya attempted to speak over the girl, "You just mentioned a dream I've been having."

"Oh, I did that to Bertha Jorkins the other day, and Regulus Black last year. They'll kick me out if I don't stop," Sybill attempted to make a joke, but after seeing the lack of amusement, she continued to explain, "Listen, I really doubt I have any bit of my grandmother's gift. Don't worry about it."

She seemed to become upset at the last part of her sentence, and with a quick maneuver, she bent down to the floor and retrieved her wand. A meager, apologetic glance was directed their way before she hurriedly disappeared around the corner wall that separated two passageways.

The worry Sybill's words had brought did not follow her exit, but rather stayed behind to silently twist around the couple's minds.

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AUTHORS NOTE:
highkey didn't want to publish this chapter because I'm tired and salty over getting barely any votes compared to views

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