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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BY ORDER OF THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC
Dolores Jane Umbridge (High Inquisitor) has replaced Albus Dumbledore as Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-eight. Signed: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic
The notices were posted on every wall in the school, news had gotten out quite quickly that Marietta Edgecombe had been the one to snitch about the D.A. meeting and Harry had been caught rushing back from the Room of Requirement. Dumbledore had fled Hogwarts in fear of imprisonment, although Ivory wasn't sure that was entirely true, Dumbledore didn't seem like the 'fleeing' type. In Dumbledore's sudden absence, Umbridge had become headmistress, practically undermined the prefect system and chosen her very own rule enforcers known as the Inquisitorial Squad, they had the power to dock points regardless of whether they were members of said house or not.
Ivory watched as the Inquisitorial Squad who happened to be all Slytherins docked points for the most stupid reasons, Draco seemed to be enjoying his new found authority and docked points from Ivory because she wasn't wearing her school tie, and the other because she wasn't wearing her robe.
"I suppose an apology is in order." Ivory looked up from her lunch to find Fabiola sitting opposite her picking out some cream cheese crackers to put on her plate.
"What are you doing?" Ivory asked her voice hard as she narrowed her eyes.
"Apologising, I just found out from Mariposa that it was the Edgecombe girl who snitched, not you, so I'm apologising," Fabiola explained.
"How nice of you, you may go now," Ivory said raising her goblet to her lips, looking straight past Fabiola's shoulder as if she wasn't there at all.
"Seriously?" Fabiola huffed. "I mean I'm trying to apologise."
"And I have heard your apology, what else do you want from me? I've told you I don't want to be your friend, so run along," Ivory replied her voice nonchalant she plopped a grape into her mouth and chewed slowly.
"Right, okay," Fabiola said tightly but she didn't get up. "I have a lot to apologise to you for...honestly I regret it so much. I let my fears and assumptions come between us, and I am deeply sorry for the way I have treated you. After thinking about it I realise that I let my own insecurities cloud my judgment and that I failed to see the amazing person you are. You've been my best friend for years, and I should've known better than to let something like this come between us. I know that we can't change the past, but I hope that we can move forward from this and rebuild our friendship." Fabiola said her voice cracking at certain intervals, Ivory hoped she wouldn't cry, but the apology sounded sincere enough, still she wasn't convinced.
"Your own insecurities?" Ivory raised an eyebrow pushing her plate of food away from her and giving Fabiola her undivided attention.
"Yeah...I guess, if I were you and I had Death Eaters for parents, I don't think I would be as good as you are...I-I think I would have been easily swayed especially if that's what I grew up around...people tend to be a product of their environment you know. The fact that you are in Gryffindor, you're friends with me...what I'm sure your parents would consider a blood traitor...you're friends with Hermione and you're polite to everyone regardless, I've never heard you speak out of turn to anyone about blood stuff. I suppose I was scared because I couldn't see how you could be the way you are, I thought it was all a farce cause' if it were me...well I don't think I'd be like you." She said quietly fiddling with the sleeve hem of her robes.
