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Chris fell to the floor with the impact of an unknown kind. He was hit full in the face with Freya's hair and couldn't see anything as he fell to the ground. "Freya? Is that you?" he asked as she started to cry and grabbed him into a hug that he couldn't move. "It's okay Freya, I'm going to miss you a lot too. We have to write to each other alright? Promise." He hugged her back. He had never hugged her that much before and since she was crying, he cried a little. He hastily wiped the tears away. "We should probably get up now." he stood up and sat down at the table. You should join me over here okay? I want to spend the feast with you." he smiled brightly to his best friend
Freya sniffed a little bit and wore a grumpy face, not wanting to get up from the floor. She eventually rose, but walked over to the Slytherin table before coming back with someone else too.
"Chris this is Penelope, Penelope, Chris." Freya threw herself down into a seat next to the second year and got herself a clean goblet, which she filled to the brim with juice.
"Of course I'll write. What? Did you think that I would not try and keep contact? And if I can find a way, you're going to have to come visit me over the summer somehow." 'I'll just have to lock Silas up.' She reached into her bag and grabbed a handful of individually wrapped mints which she threw all over the table for anyone to take one, Freya eventually unwrapped one for herself and popped it into her mouth.
"If anyone complains about me being here, I'll tell them I'm half Gryffindor." Which was true. From what Freya was told, her father used to be in the house...her mother on the other hand, not so much.