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Anticipation. Ambition. Apprehension. Freya Lorelei Hastings’ enrolment into Ninth House was a double-edged sword. In the forefront of her mind was that she was following the footsteps of her mother, and it was her chance to feel closer to her. Though plaguing her thoughts was that very reason among many putting immense pressure regarding her actions for the next few years in the institution. Freya knew she had to tread carefully, meticulously manoeuvring through the course of her academic years. Proceed with caution, she told herself.
What had unsettled Freya was the disappearance of a student. One thing about Wyndham College was that, try as she might, it appeared impossible to find information beyond surface level statements provided by administrations and the successes of previous alumni. It had left Freya feeling unsettled, ignorance to situations was not something she accepted comfortably. Considering her only link to the school gone, Freya had been left to wonder about what hidden truth’s had lay beneath the school’s facade. With the recent revelation of Miles North’s absence, it became clear that the layers were deeper than she had previously imagined.
All things considered, attending a Masquerade Ball was the last thing on her mind. Freya appreciated that it was an effective way to make connections with people, but relationships were not a priority for her. Other people could be unpredictable, and that wasn’t something she could plan for. But alas, there didn’t seem to be any alternative options, and suddenly she was stepping into the extravagance of the ball.
With a touch of optimism, Freya weaved her way through the crowd of people, attempts to smile at some people she encountered. She even waved back at someone and started to say “Hey, I like your—” Until realising they were talking to the person behind her. Nope. Who was she kidding here? None of this came naturally to her anymore. Thankful for her mask in that moment, Freya abruptly slipped out of sight and found herself slumped on one of the chairs in the corner, her interest disappearing as quickly as it has appeared.
At this point, the only option Freya appeared to have was to sit and wait for the ball to end. It seemed to be going well for a while, until someone joined her. She had to listen with more care as he spoke, as with the obstacle of masks, it was hard to decipher the true tones behind the words. “I don’t know where you got that from, this is a blast,” Freya told him, in a matter-of-fact tone as her eyes remained on the centre of the festivities. After a beat she broke her gaze, eventually letting her eyes land on him. “No. It’s not something I’m used to,” She then added, admittedly but still a vast understatement.
“Not your scene either?” Freya questioned, drawing attention to his comment about it being unnecessary. “Surely this is just a rare occurrence, right?” She then asked him, her eyes drifted elsewhere once again, his answer clueing her into whether he was a new student too.
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