#c;freya

As much as he tried to keep himself collected, there was always a little pool of rage churning inside of William Mulciber.  However, due to the recent events of getting his ass absolutely handed to him by a 21 year old little girl on the run was enough for the pool to turn into a fiery flow of lava.  He was angry, so much so it was almost incomprehensible, and the only way he knew how to deal with his anger was to take it out on others.  If he couldn’t be happy, then neither could anyone else.  When he got a tip off as to a Prewett sighting, he decided that taking it out on yet another person who had bested him would help.  

It certainly wouldn’t have been as good as doing unspeakably painful things to MacDonald, but for now it would have to do.

After thinking about going on his own, William eventually decided that he would take Freya along.  Prewett had gotten away from him once, but surely he wouldn’t be able to best the two of them.  There was no world in which William would tell Freya what had transpired between him and MacDonald, but she knew him well enough to know that something insidious was bubbling under the surface.  Besides, he might not have trusted anyone fully, but he knew that the two of them made a good team, and she’d be able to keep his rage in check with her own levelheadedness.

Tracking her down and cornering her, he barely had time to spit out what the basic plan was before he was apparating them outside of the building where Prewett was apparently hiding out.  He’d gotten a new wand after MacDonald had snapped his, but it felt foreign and unfamiliar, and every time he cast a spell, his rage deepened.

maren practically spun her way to where her sister was, holding a very long sheet of paper. “freeyyyyaaaaa,” she sang, twirling into her sister’s lap. “i need answers,” she demanded, dramatically holding up the paper in her hand and then pulling it to her face and reading off her list of questions. “when are we leaving? how long will we be staying? are we how are we getting there? do i need to ride a reindeer again because that really hurts my butt and i would prefer not to? will we be sleeping in the castle? do i need to bring a bathing suit?” she paused to take in a breath and tilted her head. ”actually, scratch that last one, i think mom can just-” she waved her free hand around spastically, “make me one if i need it. better yet, maybe i should leave all of my clothes here and mom can just teach me how she does-” she waved her hand again, “that.”

William had decided to enlist Freya’s assistance on a lead he had on a potential code five sighting without officially telling her that he was asking for her help.  He’d sent her an owl telling her to meet him at Diagon Alley outside of the Leaky Cauldron, and was waiting rather impatiently for her to show up.  She was one of the only people he could think of that he wouldn’t mind having around for an entire day who would also show up.  They made a powerful team when they decided to work together, though she had often refrained from pushing things too far, and he wasn’t sure if he admired her self-preservation, or felt frustration by her lack of follow through.  Perhaps things would be a little different now that they had a freer reign.  Plus, having her skill as an obliviator never hurt.

Freya appeared in front of him in a flash of blonde, and he shot her a tight smile.  “Took you long enough.  How do you feel about an outing?  If it turns out to be nothing, I might even let you burn down a building just to let off some steam.”

Nova was reorganizing the files at the fronk desk. The receptionist needed the break so the nurse decided to step in. It helped her kept her mind off things. How some patients seemed more injured than others. The cries of not saving a life in time. The guilt ate her alive some days. The nurse set a pile on top of the receptionists desk, not realizing the imbalance. The papers splayed on the ground.Nova's face melted to an expression of relief seeing the stranger

"Sorry to ask but can you reach for those papers by your shoes?"

Freya finished loading the last boxes into her father’s truck, with a very somber expression on her face. Sitting at her desk after going back in for a last checkover, she put her head in her hands, breathing deeply. Writing a goodbye note to Ajax was the hardest thing she’d done in a long time. She cared about the man, she really did, but the offer she’d received was too good to pass up now. Her father entered the apartment after her and came up behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. “You don’t have to do this, sweetheart,” he assured her.

“Yes I do, he’d want me to do this. I just can’t say goodbye in person, I’m too afraid I’ll change my mind,” she quickly responded, yet with a dull tone. She’d turned her emotions off for this, especially because there was a very sad dog looking up at her. She couldn’t take him, and she knew Ajax would want to keep him. Standing, she left the note on the coffee table in front of his spot on the couch, and with her father’s arm around her shoulder, she walked out, not looking back. She’d miss Denver, but she’d miss Ajax most of all.

“Babe,” Ajax called out as he opened the door to the shared apartment with his girlfriend. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said as he sought out Freya. “Actually it is more of an idea that may surprise you once I tell you but that is if you want me to tell you or keep it a surprise. It is up to you but either way you will love it.” Ajax was excited about what he had planned for Freya’s birthday because it was something he had put a lot of thought into what he had planned.