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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"Why did you move your Bishop there, because now I can take it with my Rook. Rook to D eight," Theodore said as his Rook smashed Ivory's Bishop to smithereens. "I thought you said you were good at Chess, I even let you play white," he laughed.
"I am, you just happen to be genius level," Ivory grimaced studying the board and Theodore smiled cockily.
"True, I taught Draco how to play it's why he's so good now, Blaise never wants to play with me because I always win." At the mention of Draco, Ivory scowled, that boy, or better yet wild animal, since he had pledged to himself to behave like one had destroyed the Gryffindor Quidditch team all because of his reckless mouth, granted Harry, Fred and George didn't keep their anger in check but there's only so much you can ignore until you lose it.
"I hope you don't make a Potion for Draco, though I suppose if you don't Snape will. I also hope you weren't part of the crowd singing that fucking shite today?" Ivory said and Theodore shook his head leaning back into the cushions, they were in the Room of Requirement again, well past curfew, but they had resigned to sleeping in there.
"I don't sing, you know that." Theodore pulled a face to show he wasn't amused.
"Yeah well it doesn't change anything. Gryffindor are never going to play Quidditch again. Not as long as Umbridge is around,"Ivory sighed defeatedly.
"What do you mean?" Theodore frowned instructing his pawn.
"I mean Umbridge placed a lifetime ban on the twins and Harry, they can't play Quidditch anymore but Draco just got lines I heard, how's that fair?"
"Well they're not just any lines, Umbridge apparently uses a blood quill, I don't know if you've ever heard of it, but Draco now has 'I will watch my words' etched into the back of his hand, it's a nasty little wound." Ivory obliterated his Knight with her Queen and he swore lightly.
"Good that's the least of what he deserves, it's fucking bullshit though, you know how much I enjoy playing Quidditch, preferably with the team," Ivory groaned throwing her head back into the air.
"Yeah I know, you could always play when you graduate Hogwarts...professionally. Soren was asking if you're all right, I'm asking too. You scared me."
"I'm fine just broke a couple of shoulder bones, I'm good as new. So you were scared of my safety?" Ivory chuckled trying to ignore the warm feeling that was taking over her insides. "Did you cry?" she teased nudging him.
"No," he pulled a face. "Of course I was worried, anybody normal would have been, you were coming down fast," Theodore mumbled.
"Not everyone would have been worried, I bet Pansy would have loved it, but she was too busy conducting the choir," Ivory joked, Theodore suddenly stood up looking around running a hand through his hair. "You alright?" she asked taking in his sudden awkwardness.
