WILDFLOWER, hermione granger.

ooix. wildflower, grow untamed

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OOIX. WILDFLOWER, GROW UNTAMED
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"WHAT'S THIS I'VE BEEN HEARING FROM HERMIONE ABOUT YOU, APPARENTLY PUTTING FELIX FELICIS IN RON'S PUMPKIN JUICE THIS MORNING BEFORE THE GAME?" Ivy hid how uncomfortable she felt in the Gryffindor common room as a party commences in celebration of Ron's victory. "God, only a certain kind of idiot must pull off what you did. I know I go for bad ideas but this takes the gold medal."

"You shouldn't have done it, Harry," Hermione scolds again, appearing beside Ivy on the periphery.

"Yeah. I suppose I could've just used, I dunno... a Confundus charm?"

Ivy snorted as Hermione stopped for a moment, before glowering at the smirking Harry. "That was different. It was tryouts. This was an actual match—"

Harry pulled out the vial, and dangled it in front of them. Ivy's brows raised as she quickly examined the unbroken sealing wax—and slowly smirked. "You little... you made Ronald believe you did that?"

"You didn't put it in?" Hermione gaped, surprised. Harry shakes his head, smirking still. "Ron only thought you did?"

Harry nods, which earned him a playful punch to the arm before whistles and catcalls arose. In the middle of the room, smackdab, was Ron and Lavender Brown, kissing.

Hermione stormed away, Ivy follows. When Harry turned back to where they stood, he found no one. Harry leaves the roar of the party for the quiet of the corridor. Ahead, a door stands ajar.

The brilliant muggleborn sits atop a desk, a small ring of twittering bird circling her head. The birds change color as they orbit, from sunny yellow to a dark, angry scarlet—and, amongst them was a red-winged Blackbird, whom Harry came to know as Ivy.

"Charms spell," Hermione informed quietly. "Just practicing."

"Yeah... they're—er—really good," Harry remarked, before looking at the Blackbird picking fights with the birds in amusement. "What's Ivy doing?"

Hermione let slip a small smile, "She wanted something to take her frustration out on—saw the birds and transformed."

"God, Ron wasn't exactly hiding," Hermione shakes her head. "Didn't he know what Lavender did to Ivy back in Third Year?"

To Harry's horror, Ron came in, laughing, pulling Lavender by the hand. "Oh," he said, drawing up short at the sight of Harry, Hermione, and the angry Blackbird hovering above Hermione's shoulder.

"Oops! I think this room's taken!" Lavender giggles, and backed out of the room. The door swung shut behind her.

Silence.

Hermione was staring at Ron, who refused to look at her, but said with an odd mixture of bravado and awkwardness, "Hi, Harry! Wondered where you'd got to!"

Ivy's Blackbird flew towards him ferociously, which elicited a shriek of surprise from him as he ducked, while Hermione slid off the desk. The little flock of golden birds continued to twitter in circles around her head so that she looked like a strange, feathery model of the solar system.