she was stressed, to say the least. for someone who had no immediate tie at all into world war ravenclaw, cherry felt like she was the one to know the most information ( besides maybe éric allaire ). as fast as her short legs could carry her, cherry ran from the ravenclaw towers back to the astronomy towers, descending and ascending too many steps to count. by the time she spotted the back of ivy’s hair, she was heaving, her heart, and head, racing a mile a minute. the amount of alcohol in her system probably didn’t help. should she tell her ? she had to tell somebody. but it also wasn’t her business, or was it by association ? “ ivy, can i talk to you ? in private. ” she added at a whisper, eyeing whoever it was she was talking to.