Freya felt herself smile as she snuggled up next to him. She slipped her leg between his and pulled her thin frame close as if to steal his warmth. Not that she needed it but she liked being close to him, smelling him and listening to the rasp of his voice. "I just want to tell everyone that you’re mine and that I am yours. No, if’s and or’s butts about it." That wasn’t exactly how the saying went but Freya didn’t really care. For the moment she was entertaining the thought of being happy and while it was completely selfish she only saw her and Thorfinn.

No one else really matter.

She knew that Harry would have a few choice words for her. He’d tease her to know end but she knew that all of her friends liked Thorfinn and if they didn’t, well it was because they didn’t know him yet. Freya talked to a lot more people than she realized. She tugged at his side again and lifted her lips to press lightly along his jaw line. It was the only part that she could reach, lying down as they were.

She whispered softly between them, "mine," in an affectionate tone. Sylvi must have heard her because the snowy pup came over to join the snuggle pile. "Okay, I’ll share you with Sylvi." He was, after all, a mom.