Some days later...
Ivy sat with her head in George's lap, and her legs in Fred's. The twins had been nattering on about this and that for a few hours, and she was slowly falling asleep by the light of the fire in the Ravenclaw common room, only having to utter the occasional "I guess", and "I'll check tomorrow". Just as she felt her eyes begin to seal closed, Fred nudged her leg.
-"Don't you take runes, Ivy?" asked George.
-"Mh?"
-"Ivy!"
-"Whaat?"
-"You take runes, right?"
-"Ugh! Yeah."
Fred nudged her again for good measure.
-"Who teaches it?"
-"Oh... Mr. Bulsara."
-"Who?"
-"I've never heard of him..." said George.
-"Yeah, well. He keeps to himself." said Ivy, smiling slightly.
-"What was that?" said Fred, frowning.
-"What was what?"
-"That! that... smirk."
-"Nothing! Jeez, cut me some slack! I'm officially handicapped."
Fred shut up, embarrassed.
-"So what does he look like?" asked George.
-"Oh, I dunno! He has a mustache."
-"Wow precision."
-"Fine! He has cheekbones you could cut through metal with, these gorgeous cat eyes, and a bum to die for."
George's nostrils flared, and his grip on her hair tightened.
-"Do you... well. Do you have a crush on him?"
Ivy sighed happily
-"I wouldn't put it like that."
-"Well how would you put it?" pressed George, earning a look from Fred.
-"What do you care anyway?"
-"Just tell me."
-"Fine. Let's just say that I hear music when he comes near, sometimes i cry myself to sleep just thinking about his voice, and when he walks into a room, my attention is utterly riveted. But I'm certainly not sexually attracted to him."
-"Well what's that supposed to mean?!"
Ivy just smiled, and hummed a little.
-"I'm tired. Will you two sleep here?"
The last thing George wanted was another fight with Ivy, so he dropped it.
-"Sure. Just one last thing."
-"What?"
-"Is it too late to take up runes?"
