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( I picture something like this for her hair.)
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"I know, it is weird to think about," Ivy's usual, angelic voice could be heard.
Harry furrowed his brows and slowly peeked his head into the attic, attempting to go unnoticed. He watched her lay on her stomach, stroking Twilight's fur.
"But, then again, he always was a weirdo."
Was Ivy talking to herself?
Twilight's meow echoed throughout the practically empty room.
The black-haired girl slumped her shoulders and sighed, "Can I help you, dear brother?"
Harry was further confused about how she knew he was there but he stepped into the room and she looked over at him. Her dark brows were raised and were slightly hidden behind her wispy bangs that fell to her bright, green eyes.
"Who were you talking to?" Harry questioned.
"Twilight," She replied as if it was obvious. Twilight let out another meow. Ivy laughed and looked at her, "That's funny."
The glasses boy scrunched his face, "Right."
Ivy shot him another annoyed look, "What do you want?"
"I'm bored," He complained, walking over and flopping onto her bed. "Entertain me."
She pulled a face, "No."
Harry's gaze trailed around her room, taking notice of all the additional things she added. High stacks of books and more antique-looking objects scattered around. Her walls were practically bare but he stared at the little Slytherin flag which was discarded aside on the little table beside her bed. He saw her diary left there and grabbed it, surprised that she didn't bother to take it from him.
He smirked as he opened it to read. The page was blank before words appeared on it.
Dear brother,
Did you really think you could read my diary? I thought you knew I was smarter than that.
Love, Ivy.
Harry scoffed, "How have you done that?"
Ivy's eyes shone with amusement as her plump lips tugged into a smirk. She mockingly raised her brows, "Magic. Now, get off me." She tried pushing him off, but his vision fell onto something else.
On the table was a framed, moving picture of Lily and James Potter with big smiles on their faces, standing arm-in-arm, whilst Ophelia Potter stood beside her brother, laughing. She had one arm leaning on her brother's shoulder whilst the other was outstretched to someone not shown in the photograph.
