Quidditch wasn't one of Freya's interests, but with the World Cup here for the summer she wasn't keen to voice such thoughts. Instead, she said with a smile, "it's hard not to be interested with all the excitement going on at the moment." Lysander was just like all the other young boys, apparently. Perhaps she would send a small broom over for him.

"Please, call me Freya," she then continued, shocking even herself with the bold request. Daniel hadn't called her Freya until they were married, though that was at Mama's insistence. "If that's okay..." Freya quickly amended, a slight blush on her cheeks. He would or he wouldn't. She wouldn't push the issue again.

Then, once that blunder was over with, she explained how they would be relocating to the Sanditon for the summer. Freya was greatly looking forward to the change of scenery and the sea air, even if her husband was reluctant. Eventually, as they chatted easily about the summer plans and whatever other subjects, they came to the end of the maze. And with it, the end to their rendezvous.