Mayhem - G.Weasley

34. Word Games

A few days later, Ivy came bounding around the hall, nearly taking out a few students in the process.

She held a paper in her hands as she ran looking for her friends. Students walking down the hall parted like she was poison, and a single touch might very well kill them.

Ivy spotted flaming red hair that stood above the crowd and made a bee-line in that direction.

As if sensing all of the commotion, her friends turned abruptly to see her running like a madwoman. All of their faces were twisted in confusion.

George was on high alert. Was she in danger? Why was she running?

Next thing he knew she flew into George. He just about lost his balance as his arms instinctively wrapped around to catch her. Ivy's legs were off of the ground, clinging to George's waist.

"What's wrong?!" His eyes were still darting around, looking for any threat.

"I passed my exam!" There were tears of joy in her eyes as she hugged George like her life depended on it.

"What?" George didn't quite hear her.

"I passed. Look!" Still clinging to George like a koala, she shoved her graded performance paper in his face.

One arm was helping support Ivy, while the other took her paper from her hands.

He held it out to get a better look. His lips grew into a smile to see she not only passed, but she only missed four on the entire exam.

"Cactus, thats fantastic." George hugged Ivy closer, still holding her up and off the ground. "I'm proud of you."

"You're causing a scene." Ron leaned over and whispered.

George palmed Ron's face with his large hand and shoved him away. "Don't ruin the moment Ronald."

Ivy's laugh jingled like bells as she gave George one last squeeze before climbing down. "I couldn't have done it without you!"

"Congrats Ivy." Hermione gave her a squeeze.

"Miss Smith, would you mind coming to see me in my office." The whole group jumped back, startled at the headmasters sudden appearance.

"Okay." She gave her friends one last glance before following Dumbledores billowy robes to his office.

Along the way, students would stop and stare. Some would even whisper loud enough for Ivy to hear.

They would speculate if she was getting in trouble, or something about needing her for evidence to find the boy's murderer.

Rumors that it was a jealous love triangle, Ivy being the reason behind the boy's death.

She was glad when they made it to the familiar griffin statue and ascended to his office away from prying eyes.

"Have a seat." Dumbledore gestured to a seat in front of his desk. Ivy obliged, wary as to what this conversation would turn out to be. "Trouble seems to have a way of finding you." He observed.

"I suppose it does." Ivy twisted her hands together in her lap to keep them from shaking.

Ivy noticed that one of Dumbledore's hands was looking odd. Almost darkened like burnt flesh. His fingers looked thin like a skeletons as an old ring remained on one finger.