The One That Got Away

Infatuation

Freya woke early the next day, she walked to the stables to have breakfast with Jane. She walked in, but Jane was not there.  

"Jane?" She called.

"Freya, you just woke me." Said Jane, emerging from her private quarters.

"Oh I'm sorry, I just thought we could have breakfast together." She said. "Don't worry, I didn't cook it." Freya was a truly terrible cook.

"You got the house elves to cook it?" Asked Jane.

"Well they helped me, I mean I truly am hopeless in the kitchen. But Kit is teaching me how to bake cookies and make pancakes." She said proudly. She pulled out a picnic blanket and a basket seemed to appear out of nowhere. She opened it to reveal pancakes, fruits, and lots of maple syrup.

"So, I was reading this book, about the magical properties of a beat root, and you'll never guess what kind of things they can heal, for starters a large amount of cuts and wounds, then they are one of the rare things that can heal aphrodisiac curse effects." Said Freya excitedly.

"Do you have to talk about beat roots at breakfast?" Asked Jane.

"I just thought it might be interesting. You know, some trivia over tea." Said Freya.

"Freya, there is no tea." Said Jane.

"Now there is." Said Freya, who had just conjured to tea cups, she proceeded to put maple syrup in her own.

"You really love that stuff don't you?" Said Jane, with a small smile on her face.

"Why no, no more than reason." She said playfully. "Do you think that the monarchy system is best? Or do you think it should be a democracy like in the Americas."

"I don't know, but that constitutes under trivia talk." Said Jane, taking a bite of the food.

"Okay, then, can I talk about painting, and colours?" She Asked

"Of course, you know I love it when you talk artist to me." Said Jane teasing her.

"Freya?" Called a voice.

"Hide." Whispered Freya. She vanished the food and Jane hid in the back of the stables. Freya quickly started petting one of the horses.

"Tom, what are you doing here?" She Asked, "You don't strike me as the horse riding type."

"Your cousin was asking after you." He said,

"What time is it?" She Asked.

"7 o'clock." Answered Tom.

"Then I better get to breakfast." She said, giving the horse a final pat. There was a rustling sound where Jane was hiding. Freya successfully distracted Tom by taking his arm.

"Escort me to breakfast?" She Asked, hoping he would get distracted by her company.

"I would be delighted." He replied, hooking her arm around his.

"How did you know I would be in the stables?" She Asked.

"Well I was sure a certain Stable boy couldn't bare to be without you." He drawled, venom lacing his words. He soon forgot that when he heard her laugh at him.

"So quick to believe that I wanted nothing more then to pet my favourite horse, Hayley Bailey the fourth." She Said, "I named her myself."

It was a truly beautiful day in the south of France birds chirping, sun high in the sky. Freya was sure that if anyone saw she and Tom in this type of romantic setting, they would surely believe that there was a romance blooming.