#maxivy

"Oh this one here has Halal foods, do you want that? Or there's a greek food truck over there. I craving something with chicken and rice, what about you?"

𝓘𝓿𝔂 & 𝓜𝓪𝔁𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓟𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮 | m. October 15, 1903

Which one proposed? Was it grand and public? Discreet and private? Was it expected?

One for Jage and one of MaxIvy. Totally your choice!

2.) Which one proposed? Was it grand and public? Discreet and private? Was it expected?

Max proposed when they were nineteen and it hit him that Ivy had made the decision to follow him, in many ways uprooting her whole life to be with him… at least, that’s how it felt to him. Max proposed very discreetly and privately, taking advantage of a quiet moment between the two of them. It wasn’t entirely expected, but Ivy had suspected that Max was going to do something fairly big. She just hadn’t been convinced that it was, in fact, a proposal.

7.) Who are the maids of honor and/or best men? Why and how were they chosen?

Jack’s best man is, unsurprisingly, his brother, Benedict. It was an easy decision to make. Ben has been by Jack’s side through everything. They’re twins and who else would he choose to be his best man?

Sage’s bridesmaids are Thea Whitten, Poppy Easterbrook (@cursebreakerfarrier), Noa March (@thatravenpuffwitch) and perhaps Reva Amari (@lifeofkaze). Thea was chosen because she is Jack’s cousin and one of the first friends that Sage ever made at Hogwarts. Poppy and Noa were chosen because the three of them make up the Ravenclaw roomies… all of whom are married or engaged to a Whitten. Reva was picked as one of Sage’s close friends.

It was their sixth year. It was early in the morning, too late to be considered night but also too early to truly be considered the morning. She was in the kitchens, baking an excessive amount of cupcakes. He had stumbled in to find a piece of toast to have before practice… which was slated to start three hours later. He wanted to get extra practice, to blow off some steam and alleviate some of his stress.

“What are you doing up?” she asked, looking at his bleary eyed state.

“Practice. You?” he asked, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

“I’m finishing up cupcakes for the frog choir.”

“How long have you been at it?”

“Oh, about four hours. I should have started sooner, but I had a lot of other work. I’m almost done, though.”

“Ah.” Max watched her for a few minutes, munching on a piece of toast with his eyes drooping shut every few minutes.

“Well, I’m done now.”

Max nodded, offering her a small smile. Ivy leaned up and went to kiss his cheek. However, his head moved that moment and his lips brushed against hers. They froze for a moment, before moving to make the kiss a bit deeper. Ivy’s hands curled into Max’s quidditch jumper. His hands stayed at his side, clenching and unclenching. They broke apart a few moments later.

“Well, good morning,” Ivy said, slipping out of the kitchen.

“Good night, Ivy,” Max replied, his voice quiet. She barely heard him, but smiled anyways.