dances in my dreams

the nickname shocked him, not many seemed brave enough to use it. he couldn’t deny there was something curious about her, something he couldn’t place. the unwarranted kindness left him weary of her as he slowly takes a seat. “why are you so interested?” he muses, an eyebrow raised at her curiously. “i.. guess i write a bit.” he shrugs, now bewildered as to why he’d admit such a thing. 

"do you??” she asked. the question was eager, maybe a little too eager, but ivy couldn’t have been bothered to care about that, pouncing on the offered tidbit like a hungry stray. “what do you write about?” she was full of questions, and it took effort - effort she actually expended, that’s right folks, she tried her best here - to smother most of them, swallowing the urge to blurt out queries faster than they could be answered. “do you write stories? poetry? epic poetry? thtat could be very cool, are you bringing that back?”

isn’t that IVY WILLIAMS? yeah that is her, sitting there at the HUFFLEPUFF table with those other SEVENTH years and i think i heard sybill saying they look like SARAH HYLAND… whoever that is! when she looks into her crystal ball she sees a handful of glitter being released into the air, a tiny warrior wielding a bat and a dangerous smile, laughter that makes your belly ache and tears you can’t wipe away fast enough to save your mascara, a family with many branches - every one of them with something to scream about, a trio in yellow tucked into the corner of the room surveying their kingdom, a pair of girls so close that even death couldn’t separate them - and she tried, a dangerously wobbly pile of vinyl records, sundresses and stilettos, a can do attitude, a shoulder to lean on, and a heart large enough to hold the world.  anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty SHARP, SWEET and VIBRANT. apparently they’re a HALFBLOOD but i;m sure that’s not related --

brows furrow at the words, certainly a chatty one he had found himself stuck with. “why me? i mean, what’s in it for you?” never a good deed without a motive, he’d learnt that quickly. “not a big fan of sports.” green eyes linger on the seat beside her as he prods at her kindness, he didn’t deserve it, so why willingly engage in such fake pleasantries?

he looks so..mistrustful of her, but ivy decides not to take it personally, waving off his question with her hand. “pah, cupcakes don’t come with strings attached. they’ll be here if you change your mind.” but even his lack of interest in quidditch talk doesn’t dissuade her, the badger captain determined to get something resembling a smile out of him. “you don’t like sports, you don’t like free cupcakes... tell me, vince, what do you like?”

It was no secret why Benjy was so frequently the object of Ivy’s ire, and he had no real objective, it was all justified after all. However, in this case he wasn’t completely sure why her reaction to seeing him had been so vitriolic, after all his presence here had nothing to do with Theo. Still, no matter what it was that had pissed her off Benjy had the good sense to back up as she advanced, “I’m here with Eric,” It would probably further irritate her for him to spell out the actual reason (though she could surely figure it out), “I’m sorry. I swear I’m not–I didn’t even know he would be here,” And that hadn’t been a lie, he had no idea that Theo would be present, let alone with his family. 

As drunk as she was, as determined as she was...her main priority was making sure things went smoothly, and she realized as he reversed himself, that she needed to slam the brakes - and fast. He really didn’t know what she was talking about. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, holding up her hands in surrender. She continued to move closer to Benjy, this time much more calmly. “It’s just.. I wasn’t expecting to see you, and I.. I’m sorry, alright? It’s not you, it’s really not, Benjy, you have to know that, please know that.. I know sometimes I seem like I just hate you to hate you, like it’s a sport or something, but I don’t, alright?” Ivy paused, sighing as she dropped her hands. These parties were hard, even for her - it was hard to be a halfblood shootoff from a pureblood line, but tonight, she just wanted someone she loved to win. Just once, one of her people deserved to get their way. “It’s just.. tonight.. he is here, we’re here together, actually. I’m his girlfriend, too, in case that comes up. But it’s..it’s his family, Benjy. They invited him tonight, asked him to come with them, as one of them. He wants this so badly. I  just want things to go well for him. For once, I want things to work out the way he wants them to. We had a plan, and...and...you being here..I wasn’t expecting it, and Elsie, she’s..." Ivy trailed off, letting out a steady breath as she tried to just...readjust. “I’m a little..out of sorts at the moment. I shouldn’t have pounced on you like that, it wasn’t fair. You didn’t actually do anything. Think you can forgive me, just this once?”

Theo could still feel the tears on his cheeks, clinging to his eyelashes. In fact, some of his hair was tickling his temples where it had become damp and stuck to his skin. He knew immediately who he needed to tell, who he needed to show the letter too. He held it in his hand, carefully folded as though he still wasn’t quite sure it was real. He hurried down to the common room, taking two steps at a time, sniffling slightly as he struggled to regain his composure. Merlin, he wanted the room to be empty, he wanted Ivy to be sitting alone. If she had company, he may just have to drag her to his dorm, not wanting to be so emotional in view of others. He worked so hard to convince everybody he was okay. And he was okay, wasn’t he? Usually… “Ivy-” He called, taking the final step and entering the room. “Ivy? Please tell me you’re here.” @ivy-williamss​

Ivy was so excited to be going home in a few days - it was going to be good to be home, to be in Manchester again, and it was gonna be good for Theo, too, she was sure of it. She hated the thought of leaving her friend behind in the castle when everyone went home, this year..everyone was going to have a good Christmas. She was determined - so determined, actually, that she was in the process of hiding cokie bundles in the coat pockets of their housemates.  So, naturally, when she heard Theo calling her name, she had a smile on her face as she turned to see him coming into the room. “Yeah, right here, why? Is everything okay? You still excited? Oh, no, please don’t tell me you changed your mind.”