Servitium
Latin (noun.) The essence of service and devotion, weaving a tapestry of humble dedication and unwavering loyalty.
"Oh my Ivory, you may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you. You let me violate your justice, destroy what...
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Ivory wasn't sure what to expect when Fabiola led her to Hog's Head Inn for the meeting Hermione had called.
"So does everyone frequent this dirty place?" Ivory asked brushing off her skirt and perching on the edge of a chair beside George and Lee.
"I wouldn't know, I've never been here," Fabiola said, there were about twenty-five people already in the room, and Ivory wondered if this was to be some kind of inquisition.
"Can I have some?" George leaned in towards her gesturing at the bag of sweets she had.
"Yeah whatever." Ivory tilted the bag towards him and he retrieved a handful grumbling his thanks as Fred came around with a tray of butter beers.
"Cough up everyone, I haven't got enough gold for all of these," he said and Ivory declined the butterbeer, the state of this shack she wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't washed their cups in a century.
"Err, well...err, hi." Hermione stood in the centre of the room, where they had all formed a circle with their chairs. "Well, erm, well, you know why you're here." She cleared her throat nervously.
Ivory in fact didn't know why she was here, "Harry here had the idea....I mean I had the idea that it might be good if people who wanted to study Defence Against the Dark Arts and I mean really study it you know not that rubbish that Umbridge is doing with us because nobody could call that Defence Against the Dark Arts... Well I thought it would be good if we, well, took matters into our own hands." Hermione looked around the room expectantly as if she was waiting for some reaction.
A series of thoughts were running through Ivory's head, one, that this plan was poorly thought out, two, there was no way she was going to be learning Defence Against the Dark Arts with a bunch of fourth years and third years learning spells above their grade, without adult supervision; that could easily go left, three, that she wasn't really worried about falling behind in Defence because she was already ahead, Soren, was a seventh year, he had books that Ivory had read, and he also taught her whatever he had learnt when he could, majority of the spells she had already mastered or at least tried.
"You want to pass your Defence Against the Dark Arts OWL too, though, I bet?" a kid Ivory remembered briefly as Michael Corner asked, and she couldn't fault him on his question, was Hermione doing this because she actually cared about learning how to protect yourself, or was she just worried about the O.W.L.s because the O.W.L.s most certainly wouldn't take Umbridge's teaching methods into account.
"Of course I do, but more than that I want to be properly trained in defence because, because, because...Lord Voldemort is back," Hermione gulped suddenly taking on a pale complexion.
The reactions were the same as always, some people shrieked, some fell of their chairs and some shifted uncomfortably. Ivory couldn't find it in herself to even react, not that she would anyway, she had been raised better than that, her father always said 'Why should we fear the name or him when we are loyal to him, we are his friends, there's no need to be scared.'
