[freya & finn's apt] I get by with a little help from by friends. (franemy)

I get high with a little help from my friends...

Summer school was turning out to be all that was advertised and honestly Jeremy was ready for it too to be over. Most of his friends hadn't gone this year and he felt like one of the oldest students around. It sounded like a good idea, put off being an adult for one more summer, but really he was ready to not be a student anymore. He'd graduated Hogwarts with less than stellar marks (with the exception of Herbology) and he was going absolutely no where fast. Danny had joined him for summer school though, so at least there was that. They had grand plans for when the summer was over and it seemed the two of them were headed off to London every weekend they could get away from the summer school. It was like party central for the 2001 graduating class as one after another they locked down new jobs, internships, and apartments. Last weekend they'd been to one in Haggerston and Jeremy's stomach was still recovering from the next day's hangover nearly a week later. It felt like he was running a new kind of Gauntlet and his liver was paying the price, not that he was complaining. He spent most of the week stuck on a sunny Caribbean island staring at girls in bikinis and on the weekends they came home and partied until they couldn't see straight. It was shaping up to be the best summer yet.

Last week at the Haggerston party they had run into Freya and she had invited both of them back to her brand new apartment this weekend and Jeremy was looking forward to the gathering. He had always admired Freya for her Quidditch skills and it was fitting she'd gotten an apartment with the former Gryffindor captain. He wondered if their furniture was going to be refurbished brooms and quaffles and especially what kind of snacks she might have. Jeremy had assumed it was going to be another party, maybe it was a Gryffindor thing, all the old Quidditch team getting back together. When they arrived he had a new shirt on. It was a pastel pink color with cats that were charmed to meow obnoxiously every so often in random order. It made him laugh every time. Growing out his mustache this summer had had a dual purpose. It was partly to make up for the fact that for half of the term he'd been cursed with short hair (after a Slytherin hexed it off) and partly because he was pretty sure it made him look older, sophisticated, and more mature. Surely the ladies would love it right? "Think there will be ladies at Freya's?" He asked Danny, thinking of one former Hufflepuff in particular but not mentioning her by name., as they crossed the road and made the final stretch toward Freya's building.

Once they arrived he was excited to hit the buttons on the buzzer, knowing how this contraption worked, and so he rushed ahead and pushed Danny back a little as he did so he could get there first. However just as he reached the stoop someone else was leaving the building and Jeremy quickly caught the door. "Even better." He said with a smile back at Danny and highly considered locking Danny out just for fun. Instead he held the door open with his foot stretched out as he began to hit every single button on the buzzer except for Freya's and quietly giggled. "Come on!" He hurried Danny along as he bounded up the steps inside the building two at a time until they found themselves at the door of Freya's apartment. Normally at a party he'd just walk in, welcomed by the sounds of loud music, conversation, and someone inevitably breaking something they weren't supposed to be touching in the first place but it seemed too quiet for that. "You knock." He half asked, half pleaded.

@Danny Willbond @Freya Trickett

It was the summer of a liftetime for Danny. He had gone off to summer school, Caribbean vacation say what, for a few months and then managed to convince his parents that he was 'taking extracurricular excursions' on the weekends when really he and Jeremy were just living it up. It was a sweet life. Not that he had expected any different. His parents kept expecting him to get with the program and figure out what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, but Danny couldn't even commit to his favorite food, let alone an occupation he wanted to do thirty years from now. He didn't know how he was supposed to decide something that huge.

So he didn't. He messed around at ISS, studying the line of chicks in bikinis more than any other class work, living it up with Jeremy and their group of friends on the weekend instead of worrying about jobs or internships or whatever. Wasn't this the best time to be living? That's what he thought he kept hearing. "The best years" is what they called them and Danny, at least, wasn't going to waste them with worrying and fretting and things beyond his control.

The graduated Gryffindor had laughed full out when he had first seen his red-headed friend as they met up for the night. "Mate you should have told me you were wearing the cat shirt," he said through his laughter. "I would've worn my goats." No, not greatest of all time shirt. Literal goats. That bleated whenever they were touched. It had been a prank gift a few years ago, but it kind of seemed perfect considering he and Jeremy were already kind of a pair.

"Merlin, I hope so," Danny said in response to Jere's question. "Or maybe just another giant bath tub," he said with a smirk and a knowing look at Jeremy. It wasn't a secret that he and Freya had hooked up once upon a time in the prefect's bathroom at Hogwarts. While they were both naked. Nope, wasn't a secret, he didn't regret it even though his friend Kerr had wanted to punch him in the face for it, and wasn't going to be sorry about it now. What happened happened. No changing it now. Besides, Danny considered himself a pretty good kisser so hell if he was a chick, he'd want to be butt ass naked in a giant bath tub with himself too.

As they got to the door and Jeremy shoved him out of the way, he reached out one of his long arms to shove playfully at his friend. Grinning, he hit some more buttons, following Jeremy's suit, before running up the stairs. He was a little out of breath when he got to the top, but he rolled his eyes and moved to the door, knocking a happy little rhythm on the door. "Trickyyyyy," he sang out, his voice echoing down the corridor. "You're two best buds are hereeee. Open up!"

The blonde was frowning quite intensely, the tip of her tongue poking out one side of her lips in as she concentrated on what she was writing. It had been a long day at her internship, churning through boring paperwork file after file. Freya had to dictate a lot of inventory to a spelled quill and she had little experience doing so, so she’d had to redo a lot of pieces of paper after she’d accidentally trailed off into speaking her own thoughts or said “umm” or “er” too much. Right now, at home by herself, the blonde was writing something very different. “Garlic… bread… No! Two garlic breads… Finn likes pineapple…”

Freya was startled by a knock on the door. The blonde stopped writing her pizza order, dropping her quill on the bench unceremoniously as she got to her feet. Who would be coming over on a Friday night? Most people didn’t drop in unannounced. She tidied her messy bun and tugged on the edges of her shorts, evening them out before going and opening the door.

“Eddy?” She asked, her expression pleasantly surprised. “Willy? Oooh, are those cats? Oh, I like them!” Freya was momentarily distracted by Jeremy’s shirt and wondered how he got away with it if he ever wore it around muggles. Was it charmed to show one thing to wizarding folk and another thing to muggle ones? What about squibs? She poked at his chest and one of the cats wriggled. “Come in,” she said with a laugh, “What are you guys doing here? I'm ordering pizza.”

Jeremy shot back a look at Danny when he mentioned the bath tub, remembering the story and still just as jealous about the entire event as ever. Danny got all the luck. Jeremy had had his own prefect's bath incident once but it had not ended nearly as good as is best friends. Regardless of his jealousy he was still happy for Danny, happy that at least one of them was getting some action. As they messed with the buttons and then ran up the stairs Jeremy held on tight to the small canvas backpack he had draped over one shoulder, making sure its contents didn't clink around too much. It was old and tattered and covered in patches from wizarding concerts and a trippy cosmic pattern. Danny knocked on the door and it felt like no time at all before Freya was answering it and seeing her brought another smile to the redhead's face. She was one of his favorite people, she always put up with their ridiculousness, sometimes she even participated in it, and tonight he was hoping she would participate in another one of his favorite pastimes.

"You like em'?" He asked as he puffed his chest out, trying to look buffer than he actually was even though she was only looking at the meowing cats on his shirt. When she poked one of them he wiggled with the feline and then laughed. "Pizzaa I'm so hungry." He stated, side stepping over her what are you doing here question and right into her flat before putting his hand on his chin, stroking the peach fuzz that had barely begun to grow and really surveying the place. "What do you mean what are we doing here?" He turned back to give her a puzzled look before commenting on the place, "This flat pretty rad." It way better decorated than Danny and he would probably ever achieve but they had other priorities like cheap pranks and cat shirts. Moving further into the apartment he found the list she'd been writing her order on and picked it up. "Pineapple, please tell me your not getting pineapple...." He made a face and grabbed for the quill before checking his pockets to make sure he had some sickles and then adding cheesy bread with extra cheese to the order and blacking out the word pineapple. Handing it back to her he grinned.

"Fixed it."

"Heyy girl," Danny said in his smoothest voice as he leaned against the door jamb and tried to smolder at her. He gave up pretty quick though when Freya started cooing over Jeremy's cats and sidled past Tricky into her swanky new flat. He was looking around, thinking she was living pretty good, when she mentioned pizza. "Pizza?" he and Jeremy said at almost the same time. "You remembered my favorite food. That's so sweet, really, it is," Danny said sweetly, batting his eyelashes. Not that he actually had a favorite food. He would eat anything.

"Wow, you forgot your own party?" Danny asked with a laugh as he looked over his shoulder at her from where he was examining a weird piece of art that was hung on the wall. "We'll try not to be offended. Oh and tell Finn he has bad taste in paintings," he said with a thumb toward the painting before following Jeremy and peeking over his shoulder at the list. "Put mushrooms and sausage on there. Load it up. Oh, yeah, good thought on the cheesy bread," he said as he watched his red-headed friend write it in.

"Well it'll still be a party even if it's just us three and a pizza," Danny summed up before taking a bag of crisps from the counter and then throwing himself over the back of the couch to land on its cushions, stretching his legs out in front of him and making himself at home. "Tricky, how'd you get such nice digs, eh? Is it all on Finn's big time quidditch salary?" He waggled his brows and wondered what other kind of perks she was getting from her roommate.

Freya liked dogs better than cats but damn, that shirt was so cute. She could barely keep her eyes off it. “Hey Danny,” she said distractedly, like an afterthought, as the pair stepped into her house. “That painting here when we got the place,” she told him with a quick shrug. 

“Party? What party?” Freya stared blankly at her old housemates, totally oblivious to whatever it was they were rattling on about. She supposed they did look like they were dressing up for something. In their own Danny-and-Jeremy sort of way. When Jeremy was done with the list, she took it from him, surveyed it and nodded. “The pineapple is for Finn but you know it’s not too bad? I used to hate it.” She used to hate all fruit. Freya made her way over to the fireplace and tossed some green powder inside. “Appleby’s pizza place, diagon alley,” she said clearly, before scrunching the paper into a ball and tossing it in. Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long. She was starving.

Freya turned back around, her curly hair bobbing behind her. “So,” she asked, popping one finger behind her ear and wiggling her new red glasses at them, “What do you think? Did I just go up like fifty IQ points or what?” The girl watched Danny launch himself onto the couch and couldn’t help but smile. It was like a little snapshot of what school had been like not too long ago in the Gryffindor common room. “You should check out my room,” she said, pointing at her door. “It’s massive. Look at the bath,” she added with a grin.

Jeremy turned back quickly to add mushrooms and sausage and of course bacon to the pizza order as Danny had instructed, completely in agreement. The more he thought about the pizza the more toppings he wanted to add to it. He wondered how much they could pile on before the pizza place refused the order. Part of him wanted to test it but the part of him that was growing more hungry by the second deeply disagreed with delay and soon he was handing the list back to Freya and laughing at Danny. "Really you forgot about us?" He tried to look shocked but really he wasn't even a little bit offended. Honestly they were lucky any of them had remembered after the inordinate amount of alcohol they had consumed that night. Jeremy felt like his stomach was the world's worst brewery the next morning. Hearing Danny's words Jeremy returned to laughing. He had almost forgot that Finn was a professional player now, almost but not really. Jeremy once had big dreams of playing in the big leagues when he was back at Hogwarts but after the accident, the dome, and everything in between those dreams were quickly dashed. He was proud of Finn though, managing to make it, and Jeremy was hoping to score some free game tickets if Finn showed up tonight.

From across the room the red head watched Danny slid into a comfortable spot on the couch and then Freya began to show off her new glasses. He thought they were pretty neat but until she mentioned them he hadn't even noticed. He was more than just oblivious these days. "They look good." He commented, putting himself back into the conversation just in time and sliding across the wood floor when she brought up her bedroom. Smacking at one of Danny's shoes as the kittens on his shirt meowed he quickly inserted a comeback in an attempt to cut off the other boy. Jeremy knew exactly what she was talking about, well maybe not all of the details, but enough that he felt confident he knew just how to frustrate Danny. Smirking he spoke quickly, "Did you hear that, Freya Trickett did you just invite me back to your bedroom?" He gave her a knowing look and winked comically before continuing, "And you have a tub, that is just wonderful. I've heard all the best things happen in the bath." He chuckled, waiting for what he assumed was the inevitable punch from his best friend and cringing away from it prematurely.

"Appleby's?" Danny asked, scrunching up his nose. "Noo, we should've ordered from Antonio's. Appleby's is the worst," he said as he slumped back onto the couch with a little pout. On second thought, he tilted his head and then shrugged. "I'll still eat it." Then dug a hand into the bag of crisps and shoved a handful in to his mouth.

"You look like an old lady," he said unceremoniously around a mouthful of crisps around the same time as Jere said they looked good. Danny bugged his eyes out and gave a 'are you crazy' look to his friend and then shrugged, hoping this wouldn't hurt his chances to.. checking out her bath tub again. "But like a cute old lady. An old lady you'd want to hang out with and have parties with," Danny said, trying to explain and cover and rescue himself. Ah well, it's not like Freya didn't already know he pretty much blurted out whatever was on his mind.

Speaking of... he nearly choked when she mentioned how big her bedroom was and especially her bath. He sat up from the couch and pounded a fist on his chest, trying to clear the blockage. He grinned slyly at Freya and then whipped his head around to narrow his eyes at the red head. "I believe, she was inviting me, you dolt," Danny said as he stood from the couch, slipping his shoes off and scooting them underneath the coffee table, throwing a punch at Jere's kidney as he passed him in retribution for his smart comments.

He peeked around the corner and asked Tricky, "Through here? Don't tell me you have a bigger room than McKenzie," he continued with a loud laugh.

“Antonio’s had that rat scandal like last week though,” Freya said, wrinkling her nose a little, “Don’t you read the news?” She asked in a well-natured jibe. Freya was sure that Danny didn’t read the news, but that was okay. Freya didn’t read the news either. “Not that that would deter you I guess,” she joked, sending a cute smile his way. Freya really didn’t know what the hell they were talking about with all this party talk - maybe they were pranking her or something? But she was sort of happy that they were here. Danny and Jeremy were the class clowns of her year but they were also two of her favourite friends. They’d shared a house and a common room since they were eleven, it was hard not to be attached.

Freya rolled her eyes at Danny. “Thanks Jeremy,” she said pointedly, secretly a little self conscious about the glasses now. The boys descended into their classic terrible banter and Freya just let it all roll over her. Playing with a loose curl, the blonde followed them as they headed towards her room. She’d only just tidied it up today - did washing and everything, for about the first time in a month. She silently thanked her past self. The image of Danny and Jeremy walking over worn bras and knickers appeared in her head and she shuddered.

“Yes, yes, everyone’s invited,” she said with another eye-roll, this one more smiley and cheeky than the others. She followed them into her room. “It’s like twice the size of Finns,” she said with a grin. “Look at the windows. Check out that view.” Freya bounced onto her bed playfully and reached across to open the blinds of her bedroom windows. “Ensuite’s through there,” she added, pointing as she adjusted her glasses.

"Smooth man...." Jeremy said mostly under his tongue, shaking his head at Danny but not wanting to pile on as the other boy tried to correct his course. Jeremy didn't feel the same way for Freya that he thought Danny might but that didn't mean he wanted to watch his friend crash and burn either. They might of ripped on each other pretty much twenty-four seven but at the end of the day Jeremy was one of Danny's biggest supporters. After Freya invited them to her bedroom and Danny jumped up from the couch Jeremy turned to join them. The punch to the gut was warranted but that didn't mean Jeremy didn't loudly object, "Hey!" He called after him. "Everyone's invited" He repeated Freya and gave Danny a look as they crossed the living area and found themselves at the actual real life threshold of the bedroom of a real life witch. It had the goosebumps on Jeremy's arms rising, it was thrilling!

As they entered she started telling them facts about the room and absent minded Jeremy began checking out everything she had sitting around. Eyeing her bedspread, the pillows, the things hanging on the wall, and then finally he landed on the dresser. Quietly and deliberately he crossed the room toward it and began pulling the drawers open in a typical Jeremy fashion. Ignoring boundaries entirely he grinned at what he found hidden inside the drawers and commented in response to her tour. "Check out that view indeed." He nodded toward Danny, showing him what he'd found but not daring to touch anything. It was like a museum exhibit, he could look but if he reached for it some siren would go off and he might be escorted out less than gingerly.

"Ensuite?" He asked and turned back to look at her, once again the puzzled look falling upon his tanned and freckled features. "Sounds fancy?"

"You mean, where they had a stampede of purple rats?" Danny said, scratching the back of his head with a grin. His hazel gaze slid over to Jeremy and he shrugged. "Didn't know that had made the news." He wasn't saying he was to blame for it necessarily, but the army of fuchsia colored rats might have been a prank gone wrong. But considering there seemed to be legal ramifications coming from this, Danny really hadn't bragged about that little incident to anyone, Jeremy being the exception considering he had been in on it from the start. "They still have better pizza than Appleby's," he muttered.

As the three of them went toward the bedroom, Danny thought this was the quickest he had ever gotten to a chick's room. Now all he needed to do was get Jeremy out of there. At Freya's direction, Danny ventured over to the window and out at the view. The night skyline of city lights was glowing golden and yellow below. He could be lucky if he could afford a view like this five years from now. Ah well. In the meantime, he'd just have to hang out here with Tricky. Wandering back over to Jeremy, Danny glanced over his shoulder to see what his friend had found. Oooohhh. Treasure trove right there. Lacy, bright colors, normalish looking ones. Bras. For boobies. He took a good eyeful before moving to smack Jeremy at the back of the head. "Have some respect," he admonished his friend, glancing over his shoulder at Tricky with an apologetic expression for his friend's rude behavior. Then he nudged Jeremy out of the way and closed the drawer, but not before he took one last look at the boobie drawer.

"Ensuite," Danny repeated in a fancy accent with eyebrows raised as he looked toward the the other door. He saw Jeremy's confused look and he laughed. "It's the bathroom, Jere," he explained with a shake of his head as he peeked into the room. It was a big bath rub alright. Not as big as the prefect's bathroom, but he could make do if the situation presented itself. Tricky had pretty much invited him into the tub already so Danny was feeling pretty hopeful.

Coming back in from the bathroom, Danny flopped down on the bed beside Freya, acting as if he were just testing out the mattress. "This is pretty comfortable," he told Freya with a serious look as if he were a pro bed tester. He piled a hand beneath his chin as he moved onto his side to look at Freya. Being this close to her and her bathtub and her drawer full of bras made him think of her in the prefect's bathroom and being on her bed didn't help that his thoughts turned elsewhere. "Jeremy," he called to his friend. "You should go check in the pizza is here yet," he told him meaningfully.

“Umm Jeremy, excuse me…?” Freya just stared at him, a little bewildered that he would be so bold. Suddenly Danny appeared and smacked him on the head. Freya just stared for a moment and then sort of chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re an idiot Eddy,” she said rolling her eyes, but her tone was one of begrudging affection. She couldn't help it. Jeremy and Danny were so stupid and annoying sometimes, but they were her friends and Freya had always been an extremely sentimental girl.  The blonde reached out to shut the draw, but thankfully Danny beat her to it, so Freya shot him a thankful smile and bounced back onto her back as the boys checked out her bathroom. She reached up and undid her messy bun, letting all of her blonde curls free around her on the bed. She played with her hair absentmindedly while they inspected it all.

When Danny came back he jumped onto her bed. “It’s all right, isn’t it,” she told him, looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. Freya adjusted her glasses again as his bouncing had made them crooked. She could always get contacts or something, but she actually quite liked the look of them. They were red, like Gryffindor. His comment earlier about them making her look like an old lady stuck in her head and a part of her wanted to take them off now that she could feel him looking at her like that. He was probably being all judgey about her glasses. Hmph.

Danny called out to Jeremy about the pizza and Freya met his eyes with a puzzled look. “The door’s open,” Freya said just to Danny, blinking up at him, “We’ll hear it when it comes.”

Jeremy chuckled when Danny told him to have some respect, feeling quite sure that the other wizard was just jealous he didn't get there first. As he was swatted on the head Jeremy pushed the drawer closed and followed their words toward the extra fancy en-suite, because it was more than just a bathroom. The red head took a full step into the clean and bright bathroom and took in the large tub, the big vanity, and everything it had to offer before shrugging. "Looks like a bathroom..." He mumbled and then turned back out toward them just in time to see Danny jump onto Freya's bed. "Shoes bro," he reminded Danny as he crossed the room fully intending to join them on the bed and nearly oblivious to Danny's motives.

"Yeah alright." Jeremy agreed to go and check for the pizza, having motives entirely of his own. If he answered the door that meant he had first dibs on the best pieces of pizza. He might even snag a few extra pieces of ham off the top too. No one would know right? Jeremy turned to go out of the bedroom when Freya commented and the tall wizard shrugged again. "I'll let you two catch up." He spoke, giving them both a cheeky little smirk and an entirely over exaggerated wink.

Reaching for the door handle Jeremy paused for a moment in the doorway and spoke to them over his shoulder. "If the pizza gets here and your not out I make no promises." Pulling it almost entirely closed behind him he offered Danny one last verbal jab before laughing and ducking out for real. "Not that it will take that long."

Out in her living space he immediately set off to start going through pretty much everything, distracted, curious, and with out boundaries. They probably shouldn't of left him alone, not the other way around.

Danny pouted as Tricky mentioned they'd hear the delivery from here, waylaying his plans to get Jeremy out of there. Luckily, his red-headed friend could be somewhat of a good wing man at time and tonight was one of them. He watched, hopeful, as Jeremy moved toward the door and grinned as his friend gave the two of them an exaggerated smile. He rolled his eyes, but then narrowed them as the topic of pizza came up. "Don't eat it all, dude. I'm hungry," Danny warned.

But he couldn't just leave it at that, could he? "Bugger off," Danny said to Jeremy's back and the closed door as he grabbed one of the pillows off Freya's bed and threw it in his direction. He turned his warm hazel eyes back to Freya and lifted a shoulder in a half apology. "Sorry about him, he's an idiot."

His hazel eyes traced her honey blonde hair as it surrounded her head like a halo. "Soo.." he said after a beat. "How's it been living with McKenzie?" Danny asked, curious to cover up the silence. "Worse or better than living in the Gryff tower?"

Freya had made sure to order a pizza for Finn, even though he wouldn’t be home until later. They could always reheat it, and failing that, well… Cold pizza was still good. Some people disagreed, but Freya was firm on this one. Freya laughed as Danny threw her pillow after Jeremy, but the blonde wasn’t entirely sure how much of the whole Danny-likes-Freya thing was an actual joke and how much was real.

“It’s been pretty good,” Freya said, her honey-coloured eyes lingering on the door for a moment before snapping back to Danny, who was now hovering sort of above her as he rested his face in one palm. “I mean, I have a whole bathroom to myself - that’s pretty amazing.” The girl paused for a moment, “Though… I mean… Finn’s gone a lot. You know, with quidditch and stuff. And he hangs out with Reagan too. So it’s pretty weird having such a big place all to myself.” And by weird, she meant bad. Freya Trickett did not like being left alone. It drove her sort of mad. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she grew up in such a busy house, but the silence was disarming. “I guess it gets sort of lonely sometimes.” Big city and all that.

Freya shifted up into a sitting position, wriggling back a bit so that she could rest her back against the stone wall. “How about you?” She asked, poking him gently in the arm. Where are you going to be living once the summer’s over?” Freya played with her hair absentmindedly as she spoke. She looked at the door again, thinking about Jeremy out there on his own - probably opening all the cupboards and drawers - and she frowned a little. “We should probably go out there,” she said, “shouldn’t we?” Didn’t want to leave Jeremy all alone right?