Where Gabriel is, perhaps, more characterized by tension and awkwardness, Freddy is simply characterized by motion - or, more accurately, motion and color. He's become a familiar blur in Thornwell over the past couple of years, a comfortable flash of bright eyes and wide smile, tripping over himself to pass on his overabundance of cheer and kindness, like a tumbleweed of sunshine. This early in the school year, with classes not yet in full swing, no one who knows him would be at all surprised that Marrowston isn't quite capable of fully distracting, let alone containing, such a ball of energy.
Done with classes for the day and not yet considering how he'll actually spend his weekend, Freddy is at full-steam as he makes his way through town. Anyone who doesn't know him would probably be hard-pressed to guess that he's been awake since some ridiculous hour in the morning, running laps around campus and getting into the dining hall in time for the first and freshest helping of breakfast served. There's a bounce to his step and he's humming something that may be a proper tune or may just be whatever comes to mind. This is, though it may be hard to tell, a Freddy on a hunt. What he's hunting for is yet to be determined but he's certain that there will be something worth acquiring and his eyes are wide and roaming with a sort of pleasant determination, as he brightens his smile and waves at everyone who so much as glances his way.