#freddie02

Sassa was leaning against the brick wall at the entrance of Waverly, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched the police officers cross the paths, looking for all the world like they had a purpose and weren't just spinning their wheels in an investigation that had gone on for a year with no apparent leads. Leave it to Greer to ruin her birthday from beyond the grave. If they were even right about that. It'd also be just like Greer to come back from the presumed dead. And it's not like the investigative team hadn't been saying one thing and then contradicting it a few weeks later for a year now.

Meaning her birthday was likely ruined for no reason. Hence the glowering.

She had been there for a few minutes - probably longer than she should've lingered, honestly - when she felt a large presence behind her, Sassa glancing over her shoulder to see her roommate. Her former friend. One of many who had chosen to stay by Greer's side rather than hers. But Sassa was a kind, forgiving person - so she obviously wouldn't hold that against him in a moment like this. "You okay?" she asked as she continued looking over her shoulder at Freddie, her intense focus settling on him now.

Another night, Mari might've been amused by the sight of Freddie approaching in that outfit. But tonight, tensions were high, the greeting of the family members her father was forcing her to partake in dragging on for way too long, and Freddie seemed to appear out of nowhere. Both her and the dean stared at him for a moment, a snort of laughter slipping from Mari (that she disguised into a cough), as her father visibly tried to hold back his anger. "Did you miss the invitation? With the dress code?" he said with a forced laugh, pretending to be jovial, though Mari at least still heard the bite of the words coming through his teeth.