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 the late afternoon on Sunday, the Gryffindor common room had turned into a study den for the fifth and seventh years, mainly because Fabiola was yelling at anybody who wasn't a fifth or seventh year to get out.
Ivory was hanging off the edge of the sofa re-reading The Standard Book of Spells Grade 5, making aggressive notes every few minutes. Fabiola was perched by the fire going over at least one-hundred Charms notes, that Ivory didn't even know the girl had written. Lavender Brown was pacing up and down waving her wand in the air and shuffling through bits of parchment. Ron had taken to the corner of the room with two gigantic textbooks his quill moving quickly across a piece of parchment, safe to say everybody was beginning feeling the pressure, given that the first exam was set for tomorrow morning.
During dinner, Fabiola appeared to be losing her marbles, along with Hermione who was attacking Harry with her textbook hitting him and saying that he was testing her wrong. Fabiola on the other hand had glued a piece of parchment to Neville's forehead. Ivory wasn't focused on the parchment but at the fact that Neville had even sat remotely near her by choice, he didn't greet her or anything but she supposed it was an improvement from completely avoiding her altogether.
"If you're a good friend, you will do this form me," Fabiola said quickly her eyes darting across the parchment on Neville's forehead. Neville sighed but said nothing and continued to go over to his own notes.
"So about Charms-" Seamus started but Ivory hit him with a silencing charm causing the boy to frown angrily.
"Don't ask anything about Charms, matter of fact, don't ask me any questions," Ivory warned before removing the charm and Seamus returned back to his food still going through flashcards, whilst Ivory flipped through Achievements in Charming, her dinner forgotten.
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The morning of her Theory of Charms test, Ivory was relatively relaxed, she had gotten an adequate night's sleep when she realised that she wasn't getting very far in her revision and was only tiring herself out, but she seemed to be the only one that had actually managed to sleep.
Hermione's eyes were as wide as saucers as she sat on her bed fully dressed in uniform sorting through a heinous amount of parchment.
"Do you wanna go get breakfast when you're ready?" Ivory turned to her left where Fabiola's bed was.
"Shush." The girl pressed her index finger to her lips. "Don't talk to me." She sluggishly pulled on her socks, dark circles mighty visible under her eyes.
"I'm not going to breakfast I can't eat,"Lavender said doing up the buttons on her shirt, her fingers shaking as she went.
"You need to eat otherwise you won't perform to the best of your ability," Ivory said picking up her bag and hoisting it over her shoulder, waiting for Fabiola to tie her shoes.
