Mayhem - G.Weasley

37. Dreamwalking

Ivy slept peacefully sprawled out in George's bed. She was pleasantly surprised that George had actually respected their bet and left her alone to her own vices in his place.

She had done everything she said she would. Thankfully, the room was soundproof. She would only feel slightly guilty if her outrageously loud music disrupted the sleep of George's roommates.

She took a very steamy shower, and danced around his place naked. Then she dressed in some very soft silk pajamas and ate some more fruit in his bed before passing out.

She felt so relaxed, she could only assume she'd have a dreamless sleep.

She was wrong.

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Ivy was walking the halls, but she couldn't control her movements. She could only watch her body move.

Her body took a quick turn and stepped into the bathroom.

Only it wasn't the girls restroom, but the boys. She peered down at her feet as she walked and noticed they were clothed in thick boots.

Boots she did not own.

This is odd. She thought to herself.

Her larger than normal feet shuffled over to the sink. She turned on the faucet and let the water warm before sticking her hands under the water. She splashed up the water, rubbing it over her face.

"Can't sleep Ivan?"

Ivan was dead, who was calling out his name? She grabbed a towel and patted dry her face before looking in the mirror.

If Ivy's eyes could widen, they would have.

The face that stared back was not her own.

It was Ivan's.

"No."  She felt her mouth move and a young man's voice came out. Her eyes—his eyes, shifted to the man who spoke to her.

"You know what they say. . .?" Atanas stepped up beside her.

"No, what do they say?" The expression was annoyed, if not a bit tired.

"Sleep is overrated."

"For you maybe." Ivy brushed back her curly short hair. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a bathroom Ivan." Atanas spoke as if it were obvious.

"Why are you talking to me?" Ivy could see the frustration in Ivan's exhausted face.

"It's called making polite conversation." Atanas walked into a stall to do his business.

Why was Ivan being so rude to Atanas? Wasn't he the one who said Ivan and him were sort of. . . Outcast buddies?

"Just stay away from me." She mumbled to herself and went to peer out the large stained glass window. It was too dark to see anything other than the lights of other areas of the castle.

Ivy felt a surge of homesickness course through her. She felt like she didn't belong here. Or anywhere to be honest.

This must've been how Ivan felt.

The toilet flushed drawing his attention away. Atanas washed his hands and made his way to the door.

"Well it was nice talking to you." Atanas faked a smile and saluted towards Ivy.