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Ancient Runes was torturous. ㅤ
It was her only remaining class for Tuesday and she can't wait to spend the rest of the day doing other activities. Such as pestering Arnold Clearwater.
But for now, she sat idly by her desk, being the first one to finish their translating task.
For the past three weeks, Tom had avoided her. He may deny it being the case but Ivory knew better. In the meetings they had, he didn't bother to include her with tasks at all. She just sat there silent, perking up whenever he gazed over to her, and sinking low when he didn't. However, she did like it when he would wait for her in the common room, where together, they would attend the meetings with the others.
He was up to something. She knew from how he was always so preoccupied with other topics instead of listening in class. How every time she visited the library, he would always be there. Seated in an enclosed corner, hovering over a curious-looking book. How he skipped going to the great hall completely.
She let him with his own devices. Not willing to be reprimanded again for her questions.
Beside her, Cyrus raised his hands, indicating to the professor that he was done with his. Ivory tried to avoid looking in his direction because she had nothing to talk to him about, but it was difficult for her to do so when he was blatantly staring at her. He's been doing that recently, she noticed, though she never got to confront him about it.
"Are you going to tell me why you're burning holes in my face with your staring or do I have to read your mind Nott?" Her voice snapped the boy out of his trance-like state.
Cyrus blinked away his confusion and laughed nervously.
"I'm sorry," he cleared his throat, "Your eyes, it's mesmerizing."
"Mhm sure." She side-eyed him, knowing that her eyes were definitely the reason.
Ivory can't quite turn off her ability to charm, resulting in situations like these where it would just happen without her intentionally doing it. After some time, the silence between them grew awkward and Ivory couldn't stand the quill he was tapping on the table.
"Did you know that your name means sun in Persian?" And again, her voice startled Cyrus.
"Yes, I do know that. Though I still ask why they chose the name for me when my family is English." A questioning tone was evident in his voice.
Ivory snickered beside him and turned her head, facing his direction. She placed her head in one hand and the other on her chin, now furrowing her brows and squinting her eyes in a thinking manner. "Perhaps you've been named after Cyrus the Great from the muggle Bible, who was king of Persia. Or maybe it originates from the Greek meaning, though it has the same connotation with Cyrus the Great."
