"Well, strangely enough both subjects you mentioned are my strongest subjects. My weakest is muggle studies, it's pointless if you ask me." Freya said still trying to keep a friendly tone of voice. "My mother refused to teach it to me, I guess you could say that's why it's my weakest, I've never had experience in it yet." Freya looked down at the goblet that was in front of her, casually looked around to see that nobody except Lucy was looking, she waved her hand lazily over the top of it. The goblet transformed into a small, gold figure of a snake. Roving her hand over it again in the same manner, it turned back into a goblet. "Oh, and don't worry about your eyes, mine tend to become nearly white when I'm angry. It's one of the first things my mom noticed about me when I was very little that she saw hope in."