Mayhem - G.Weasley

36. Detective?

Another week went by and Ivy felt more annoyed than ever. Hardly anyone would talk to her when she tried to figure out more about what happened to Ivan.

George was off somewhere doing God-knows what. And her other friends were at the library, doing homework and waiting for her to arrive.

They were keeping an eye on her since her disastrous last week. They were afraid she'd revert back to her depressed episode if they left her alone for too long.

Ivy sighed as yet another Durmstrang student blew her off. She's heard either outright or through rumors that they think she's cursed. Or that she was the one who murdered Ivan.

"Playing detective are we?" Said the only red-jacketed student who would talk to her.

"I can't play, no one will even talk to me!" Ivy groaned.

"That's because you're missing a side kick. Can I be your Watson?" Atanas pulled his hands together in a praying symbol.

"Only if you will be useful." Ivy rubbed her hands down her face.

"I'm always useful." Atanas purred, slipping an arm around her shoulders.

"So what do you know about Ivan?" Ivy ignored how close he was and decided to test him to see just how useful he could be.

"Fifth year. Loner. Night terrors." He spit off a few facts.

"What else?" Ivy turned her head so she could look at Atanas fully.

"Not much else to him. He really kept to himself." He peered off in the distance. "Every roommate he's had, has hated him."

"Why's that?" Ivy pouted, feeling sorry for the poor boy.

"The night terrors. He'd wake up screaming, and his roommates wouldn't get much sleep." Ivy knew the feeling all too well. She hadn't had night terrors in a while, just every now and then.

But then again, she'd never had roommates before.

"He really had no friends?" Ivy found it hard to believe that he was fully alone. "He didn't talk to anyone?"

"Well he'd talk to me sometimes you know, outcast to outcast." Atanas draped his fingers over his chin as he thought.

"When was the last time you saw him? Or spoke to him?" Ivy shrugged out from under his arm so she could face him.

"Here she is, Detective has come to play." Atanas smirked.

"Atanas!" She tried to get him to focus, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

He only chuckled before answering. "The night he died was the last time I spoke to him."

"Jesus." Ivy felt like pulling out her nails with how much she had to prompt him. "Paint me a picture will you?"

"Easy Holmes." Atanas held up his hands in surrender.

Ivy bit her lip to keep her snarky remark in.

"I walked you back to your dorm. Then I remembered you left your shoes in the astronomy tower. So I went to go and get them, but I got lost." Atanas didn't look at her as he told his recollection of the night Ivan died. "I had to use the restroom and saw Ivan in there."

Ivy's heart jumped into her throat. "The bathroom?"

"Yeah?"

"What happened in the bathroom?" Atanas was unsure as to why she was hung up on that fact.

"You know what happens in bathrooms right?"

Ivy rolled her eyes at his sarcasm.

"Nothing. I just used it, ran into him on my way out and left." Atanas started to walk away with his hands behind his back.