She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

          ❛     𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 ,    𝑛𝑜𝑤  𝑖’𝑙𝑙        need  to  fetch  me  a   whole   new  drink  for  another  one ,   ❜      mung   clicks   his  tongue ,    as  if  this  is  in  any  way   disappointing .   he  sits  back ,   pointing  to  his  company .        ❛    you’re  still   enabling   me   indirectly   —   i  hope  you  know . ❜

she smirked, letting out a huff of a laugh as she sipped her drink. she was so sick of people being rude to her, especially when she had gone out of her way to sound kind and polite. she stood without looking at the ugly girl “then why are you even here?” she said as she walked away, almost as an afterthought and definitely not giving a single shit about the answer. that bitch was just another name on another list to serena, no one held grudges over petty shit better than she did. but she always got her revenge. 

           ❛  seemed  like  it  was  pretty  easy  to  find  me  by  coincidence  then  ?  ❜  he  countered,  ❛  forget  it  —  and  i  most  certainly  will  not  be  thanking  you  for  shit.  you  brought  us  out  here  for  what  ?  do  tell  me  what  the  plan  is  now.  ❜  

             ❛  wha  —  ❜  was  all  éric  could  manage  before  the  two  suddenly  apparated  to  a  part  of  town  he’d  never  stepped  foot  in.  firstly,  he  felt  like  he  was  going  to  be  sick,  but  held  himself  together  enough  to  yell  at  her.  ❛  how  about  warning  me  next  time  ?  —  but,  how  did  my  parents  even  know  where  i  was  hiding  out  ?  did  you  tell  them  ?  ❜  

         ❛  wait  —  did  you  just  say  our  parents  are  here  ?  as  in  mine  and  yours,  together  ?  shit  —  ❜  his  grip  immediately  meeting  her  wrist  as  he  dragged  ivy  halfway  through  the  crowded  pub  to  find  a  back  door  somewhere.  ❛  i  agree  with  disappearing.  especially  right  now.  i’ve  been  avoiding  my  parents  and  i  can’t  let  them  find  me.  ❜  he  explained  as  they  made  it  outside.

“You look like a ghost passed through you, you know.” Charity sat herself back down, grin moving from joyous to critical concern with straight lips. “But I have heard that chocolate is truly a cure all. And I’d believe it myself.” This had been a good year’s end for in a lot of ways. At least in reflection all felt well, looking forward - well, she assumed that uncertainty was just part of growing up. “Are feeling all right?”

Ivy looked at charity biting the chocolate and nodded “Look, Char... I’ve got something to tell you but I don’t know how you’re doing to take it and I’ve just... why didn’t you tell me you were snogging Eric Allaire?”

      𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠  𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑦           a  part  of  him   too  eager   to  melt   into   the  touch ,    feeling  the  shadows  of  ivy’s  quick  draw  back   lingering .     it  reminds  him ,    rather   shakily  ,   of  what  makes  hogwarts  so  much   nicer .    how  he  seek s  refuge   in  how  easily  such   comforting   touches  come  with  so  many   close   to  him ,    constantly ;   and  how  much  they  help .    he  keeps  is  eyes   focused   on  her  the  entire  time ,    bringing  a  hand  up  to  cup  her   cheek   at  what’s  likely  no  more  than  a   throwaway   line  of   trusting  her .    but  it  makes  him  grin  in  question   nonetheless .       ❛    now  what  makes  you   think   i’d  have  any  reason   not  to  ?   ❜         he  asks ,    drawing  back  only  to  catch  some  of  the  floo  and  make  onto  his   way .      he  coughs  out  the  soot  and   fumes   as  they  land  into  knockturn  alley   —    the  fireplace  thankfully   abandoned   in  the  millisecond  before  he  feels  his  body   warped   away  once  again  to  what  is  recognizably   muggle  london .    sirius  blinks  away  the   dizziness ,   hand  coming  over  his  hair  to  watch  ivy  as  she  begins  talking  again .     now   he  relaxes  into  what  he  can  only  imagine  is  a  rather   loopy   grin  until  he’s  stabilized  again .

❛     there’s   a  plan  if  i’ve  ever  heard  one ,   ❜      sirius  gives  a  bit  of  a   huff   as  he  brings  his  head  up  in  a  show  of   dire   yearning ,   eyeing   ivy  again  at  her  offer .       ❛    what ?    you  don’t  want  me   parading   around  you  in   this ?  ❜         he  makes  motion  of  extending  his  hands  out   —   gloved  and  showing  the   sleeve s  of  about   three   layers  of  robes   not  including   the  waistcoat .    they  had   visitors ,    after  all .     sirius  reaches  for  the  bag  and  eyes  it  in    exaggerated   suspicion .       ❛     should  i   trust   what  you’ve   chosen   for  me ,    however ?    i’m  not  sure  on   that   one ,   ❜     he  asks   through  poorly  hidden   amusement ,    though  fairly  certain  he’d  wear   pillow  sheets   if  it  meant  getting  out  of  these  in  early  summer   humidity .

Ivy couldn’t believe it worked, they got out,  even if it was for a bit, it sent a shot of happiness through her whole body “not so much, might draw too much attention but I mean if it really was up to me, we’d both be naked in an apartment in paris, if that was together or not depends on my mood I guess, so try the clothes, I’m sure the clothes won’t offend your delicate sensibilities. ” Ivy laughed teasing, getting the rest of her outfit sorted out, the relaxation of being in his presence washing over. 

     “Only on good days,” he says, unamused by the comment on his social habits. He suppresses the wave of sadness that fills him when she says brother— he can’t remember the last time him and Sirius felt like anything other than strangers. He shrugs. “I assure you Sirius wouldn’t take my help even if I got down and begged.” He winces at the honesty of it. “Just,” he starts, breaking eye contact in a moment of vulnerability, “Make sure he doesn’t do anything too… Gryffindor today, alright?”

          “No, because it’s tradition.” Silas bunched his fist into a ball behind his back nervously. He wouldn’t tell the closest person to him how he really felt, he wasn’t going to tell a stranger. “Well, you’re wrong about that because I’m friends with him.” Maybe. He didn’t know if his harshness had ruined a friendship. “I don’t know.” 

     “Well,” he blinks, looking at the girl as if she’s daft. “I happen to live here.” He takes a few steps, standing a comfortable distance away from where she sits on the doorstep. “And I know you’re not here to see me, nor are you jumping at the opportunity to engage in social niceties with my dearest parents, so I assume you’ve come to walk the family pet?”

               he  eyed  the  flask  left  on  the  table  and  took  a  deep  breath,  internally  cursing  her  and  her  infuriating  stubbornness.  nevertheless,  he  reached  for  the  flask  and  dropped  the  glass,  taking  it  for  himself  for  the  moment,  assuming  he’d  irk  her  in  that  way.  “  so  what  if  it  is,  travers.  i’m  nineteen,  they  can  no  longer  trace  me  when  i  use  magic,  so  there’s  a  lesser  chance  they’ll  find  me.  ”  he  knew  the  idea  was  mad  and  definitely  needed  more  planning,  but  it  was  one  he’d  dream  of  since  he  was  young.  he  scoffed  at  her  mention  of  heir,  he  hated  that  word.  “  maybe  it’s  time  my  father  quits  the  sexism  and  realizes  he  has  a  daughter  nearly  in  her  forties  who  would  do  a  much  better  job  than  i.  ”  he  was  more  than  annoyed  now.  “  whatever,  i’m  leaving.  thank  you  for  ruining  the  rest  of  my  life.  ”  he  added  with  a  courteous  bow  before  heading  towards  the  tower  doors,  her  flask  still  in  his  hand.

           ❝      or   rather   what   you   didn’t   sow   .      what   you   didn’t   do   .      you   brought   this   upon   yourself   by   your   own   cowardice   .      always   too   scared   to   cross   the   line   by   a   stride   ;      always   toeing   it   ,      dancing   across   both   sides   of   it   but   never   going   too   far   .      and   now   where   are   you   ?      destined   to   be   a   pretty   little   wife   to   my   perfect   older   brother   ?      i   drink   to   your   health   then   ,      and   to   your   demise      ❞      wrenching   off   the   cap   of   the   flask   and   drinking   a   large   swig   of   it’s   contents   .      a   drink   of   good   riddance   ,      a   toast   to   a   friendship   lost   .      ❝      yes   i’m   being   a   bitch   ivy   !      i’m   being   what   i   always   am   !      myself   .      utterly   unmarriable   ,      utterly   free   .      never   to   be   shackled   down   by   forced   matrimony   .      you   all   but   asked   for   this   ,      enjoy   !      ❞      and   then   with   the   trained   eye   and   arm   of   a   chaser   the   flask   was   cast   from   her   hand   ,      launched   at   the   other   girl’s   face   .      ellie   turning   on   her   heel   as   soon   as   connection   was   made   .

           “  oh,  how  you  wound  me,  travers.  ”  he  spat  with  disdain,  clutching  his  chest.  “  friends  ?  like  who.  my  sister  ?  your  other  mousey  little  roommates  ?  ”  he  scoffed.  “  believe  me,  if  they  really  knew  who  you  were,  they  wouldn’t  want  to  be  seen  with  you.  ”

          “Some of us don’t mind that archaic practice,” he pointed out. Not that her betrothed seemed all that happy about it either, but Silas was not going to point that out. “It’s not like we’re friends. My opinion shouldn’t matter to you.” But it should have mattered to Éric.