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

"Huh, didn't think of that," Danny said, considering her words as he glanced around the room before his hazel eyes returned to hers. They both belonged to big, boisterous families, it was one of the things they had in common. And Danny found her words resonating truth in his mind. He had always been surrounded by siblings at home and at Hogwarts, it was just a different kind of 'sibling' like friends with Jeremy and Greg and even Finn who were almost like brothers. "Too quiet sometimes, right?" he guessed based off his own experience. "Isn't it odd how that happens when we're so used to having people around all the time that suddenly spending time by yourself feels so.. strange?" Danny shrugged and smiled a little.

He watched as she shifted back, pouting at the thought that she was getting further away only to have another part of his brain remind him that he was still in her bed. And things happened in people's beds. He returned her poke with one of his own on her thigh and shrugged. "Jere and I have been talking about getting a house here with some other roommates. We haven't really worked it all out but it should be fine." Epitome of Danny's life: zero to no planning but the faith that everything would work out in the end.

His eyes trailed over to the door and he pouted at the idea of going out there so soon. "He'll be fine out there," Danny tried to convince her, even though his own doubts leaked through without his permission. "He won't break much?" As if that was any consolation.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Freya said with a nod. It was too quiet when no one was home. That was maybe the most insightful thing that had ever come out of Danny’s mouth. “It’s just weird to go from a room of six people to a room of one. I mean, I have a lot going on - I hang out with friends and this summer I’ve had like Keela and Tess and Jess over for sleepovers and stuff a bunch, but on my free days, when Finn’s busy, sometimes I find myself wondering what I’m supposed to do.” The blonde smiled a little when he poked her thigh and she automatically adjusted the hem of her cotton shorts, pulling them down a little.

“You should move to London!” Freya said enthusiastically. “We could see each other all the time!” Freya didn’t know what Danny’s employment plans were (not that she was entirely convinced that there were any, of course) but she was sure they could work something out. It was always easier to spend time with people who lived nearby, even with all of the magical things that made wide distances easier to cross. “I could show you all my favourite cafes and take you out to my favourite nightclub.” The blonde laughed. She was sure Danny didn’t need showing around, but it felt both strange and good to be able to actually have a favourite nightclub. Freya winced as a loud Smash! sounded from the kitchen. “Yep, that’s our cue,” she said to Danny, shuffling over to the side of the big bed before hopping off and heading to her bedroom door. “Eddie?” She asked, opening her door. Freya poked her head out of the room and then the rest of her followed.

Heading out of the bedroom and letting the door come to a soft click behind him Jeremy was excited for Danny. He knew how Danny felt for their fairer female friend and he was a good bro, he wanted him to succeed in there, but he didn't spend to much time thinking about it. After all that would of been a bit creepy. Instead the red head moved further away from the door, purposefully and entirely out of ear shot and into the living room. He took a moment to look around before he started to do exactly what they all knew he was about to do: get into things. He went through the stack of envelopes on the little table next to the door. Moved the bits and bobs around in the junk drawer and managed to find a little troll key chain that was clearly discarded for sometime. It had green fluffy hair sticking to one side, tie die shorts, and no shirt on and Jeremy automatically stuck it into his pockets. "Score." He mumbled to himself before moving on to the mantle and checking out the pictures on top of it. There was pictures of the two roommates, family, a weird looking pet that he wasn't sure if it was a cat or a horse and shrugged. Then he found one that had no people on it, it was just the beach, and it reminded Jeremy of his summers back at home. It wasn't a sunny sandy beach but more like a typical England coastline. It was rocky, coarse, and totally gray. The sun barely show on the white rocks and the water even had a muddy look to it. He remembered how cold the water was back at home and especially the time when his cousin dunked him in. He had mud in his hair and it took two days to get the water out of his ears.

Tiring himself out at the mantle he went back for the satchel he'd discarded on the counter top just before they went into Freya's room and brought it back to the couch slumped over his shoulder. Plopping down on the sofa he took to unclasping the top and pulling out various things for what he had planned next. Last term Freya had promised to smoke with him if they survived and here they were, alive and kicking, and he planned on celebrating every moment. He pulled out a bit of good kush he'd scored from Kerr and took a good long sniff of the bag. It had red hairs in it and was dried to perfection. Jeremy of course knew better than to mention to Freya where exactly he had gotten this particular strain and instead he took to breaking some up for them. He placed it into the bowl and then set it back down, realizing in that moment that he was really thirsty.

Jere left all of the drug paraphernalia on the coffee table and retreated back to the kitchen to find himself some kind of liquid. He returned to rummaging through her cabinets until he found one with glasses in it and pulled on down only to accidentally get it snagged on the shelf liner. He fumbled with it, reminding himself exactly why he never went professional as a keeper, and it fell to the ground. With a loud smash and a panicked look on his face Jeremy scrambled to clean up the mess before Freya got back out or worse Finn came home at exactly the wrong moment. Before he could get rid of the evidence though Freya returned from her room and called out to him, "Tricks I really don't want to be the one to tell you this...." He shrugged and frowned, glass remnants of the fallen soldier in his cupped hands, "But I think you might have a ghost problem."

"Don't cut yourself," Freya said, shaking her head and ignoring Danny behind her as she moved out into the kitchen. The blonde grabbed her wand from the kitchen bench and started cleaning up. She should have expected Jeremy to do something silly like this. She was just glad he hadn't smashed any of the more important, sentimental things in these cupboards. There was a lot of stuff he could have broken out here, but it was just this. The blonde used her wand to push all of the pieces of glass into a pile, then sort of spelled it all to stick together. She didn't really know many cleaning charms or anything like that. The girl's mother had tried to teach her those things, but household magic had always been something people like Valda and Hal were good at, not her. At Hogwarts she hadn't needed to do any of that. Maybe she wasn't supposed to, but Freya missed house elves.

After her shoddy work, Freya put the weird glass ball onto the bench on one side, away from prying hands. She briefly contemplated throwing the whole thing in the fire, but decided against it. Freya didn't know what she was doing. The blonde moved back towards her redheaded friend and his place in the lounge room. "What's this?" she asked, looking at the set up he'd created on the coffee table. Uh-oh. Freya took her glasses off her face and cleaned them with the edge of her shirt, half-hoping she'd be greeted with something else when she put them back on. Alas, it looked like Jeremy hadn't forgotten her sort-of-promise from last term.