"My mama used to say
"Baby, make me proud
You've got such a pretty face
But such a dirty mouth"
But how come when I tell you
What's on my mind like men do
I'm called "crazy," crazy?
This is not a love song
This is not a sing-along
But ladies, are yo...
It was Saturday, which meant that at the moment Ivy Potter was sleeping in her dorm room while all of her friends, and her brother, were down stairs eating.
Well, she was sleeping. Until a frantic Hermione came bursting into the room.
"IVY!" Hermione screamed.
"DIE!" Ivy yelled, jumping up and throwing a ball of fire at Hermione from her hands in surprise. "Oh my God, Hermione! You okay?" She asked when she realized who it was.
"I really hate it when you do that." Hermione groaned from her place on the ground where she threw herself down.
"I hate when you wake me up like that. Mione, what's wrong? You look worried." Ivy said, noticing the frantic look.
"There's something going on in the Great Hall. You need to come down, now." Hermione told her and Ivy nodded, warily.
"Can it wait till I get ready or do we need to go down now?" Ivy asked her, concerned.
"Yeah, it can wait till you're ready. I just wouldn't wait too long." Hermione told her honestly.
"Okay, I'll go as fast as I can." She said, grabbing the clothes she had laid out for today and heading for the shower.
In the mean Hermione was thinking about what had just happened. 18 groups of people having come from nowhere. Some guy named Jack saying that he wanted to show everyone the lives of Merlyn, or Ivy in this case, because she thought it would be a good thing for them to know what's coming for each of them. How they all knew her in some form or another.
Oh and let's not forget the handsome boyfriends or husbands of the woman in question from her other lives.
And how they all started demanding to see her, and how they wanted Jack to up her memories back and a bunch of other stuff. Oh and how about the fact they're all threatening to kill each other because of hunters, and "half breeds" and other crap,
Hermione was snapped out of her thoughts when Ivy came out of the bathroom, ready to go down. She would have asked where Ivy got the muggle clothes from but she knew not to ask since 3rd grad when Ivy first started wearing actual muggle clothes and not the crap the Dursley's gave her, and how when she had pointed it out the first time Ivy ended up in trouble due to Sirius being on the loose and Ivy going shopping in the muggle world didn't go over well with the others.
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"Okay, ready." Ivy said, grabbing her bag and heading out for whatever is happening at breakfast.
When they got down to the doors Hermione paused and looked at Ivy.
"You're gonna need to prepare yourself." The with told her, and Ivy looked at her amused.
"Hermione, I've fought Voldemort, I'm sure I can handle whatever is behind that door." Ivy told her, and Hermione sighed.
