Servitium| Theodore Nott

Chapter Twenty

Ivory strode into Defence Against the Dark Arts with a small smile on her face, she couldn't wait to see Umbridge's face in the last lesson of the day which happened to be Defence Against the Dark Arts.

"How'd your meeting go? I didn't catch you at lunch, I was with Susan," Fabiola greeted as Ivory took her seat. It had been just over a week since Fabiola had poured her heart and soul out to Ivory who still wasn't sure how she felt, she had been very hurt by Fabiola's actions, but she was glad that Fabiola had finally woken up and smelt the coffee, still she wasn't sure she could forgive the girl entirely just yet, but they were on talking terms at least.

"It went well, I think I've got an idea of what I'm gonna do for NEWTs," Ivory responded taking out her textbook, they had moved on from Slinkhard to Defensive Magical Theory.

"Wands away and turn to Chapter thirty-four non-retaliation and negotiation," Umbridge instructed.

"Well what are your job interests?" Fabiola questioned flipping through the pamphlet on Curse Breakers, laying on the side was a pamphlet on Magizoology.

"Alchemist or a Quidditch player."

"You want to play Quidditch?" Fabiola glanced at her with a small smile. "Yeah I could imagine that."

"Yes, that would be the career of a lifetime,"Ivory nodded not even bothering to open up her textbook and read whatever bullshit Umbridge had assigned them.

"I already know that my interview went well, Umbridge didn't say anything, I wanna work in St Mungo's as a Healer," Dean Thomas informed quietly leaning over to Ivory's table.

It was weird, as soon as Fabiola had decided to talk with Ivory again it was as if everybody had decided that she wasn't a threat and followed suit, except Neville who maintained his distance, she thought of going to speak to him, but the boy would adjust in his own time, it probably had more of an effect on him to learn that her Godmother was Bellatrix and that her parents were in fact Death Eaters in the space of two weeks.

"Nice," Fabiola commented. "I don't know it's really between three things for me. A Curse Breaker, a Magizoologist or a Hitwitch. I think a Hitwitch would be wicked."

"You're good at Defence and Charms but you're also good at Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology, I reckon you could go either way and still be very successful." Ivory gave her opinion and Fabiola nodded grateful for her insight.

Ivory pulled out her Astronomy homework, she had some star charts to work on and if Umbridge's lessons were useful for anything it was for getting homework done, she'd come to appreciate the extra two hours in her timetable and used it accordingly.

By the time the bell rang, Ivory was nearly three quarters of the way through her star charts, she hastily packed up; she wanted to be one of the firsts to get out of the class, she didn't fancy Umbridge keeping her behind to berate her on her careers advice meeting. However she found that the corridors were packed with students moving towards the Entrance Hall, chatting excitedly. Once she made it down the marble staircase with Fabiola in tow, she realised that nearly all of the school was present, teachers, ghosts, and some of them were covered in a substance which very much resembled Stinksap. Ivory spotted Draco and Pansy in the middle of the crowd looking might pleased, wands pointed at Fred and George.

"So!" Ivory heard Umbridge say as she pushed through the crowds making her way towards the Weasley Twins, she stood on the same stair as Ivory, looking down on her victims. "So you think it amusing to turn a school corridor into swamp, do you?" she asked her eyebrows raised.

"Holy shit I love Fred and George," Fabiola grinned.

"Pretty amusing, yeah," Fred answered with no hint of regret, he looked her dead in the eye unblinking.