Ivy's Magic :part 2; Dumbledore's Army

The first meeting

"So a house elf found the meeting spot?" Sirius said astonished. "Yes Sirius, not all house elves are useless, just kreacher" Ivy laughed, "Anyways he was more than happy to help Harry" Ivy looked at Sirius through the mirror.

He was a bit bedraggled, his hair was ling and unkempt and his face was scruffy and dirty. But otherwise he looked happy to have some company since lupin was on a 'trip', or at least, that's what he said he was doing. Sirius never really bothered to talk about the order. And he seemed to be a little off recently. "Sirius, is their something bothering you?" She asked. "I thought Harry was like James," Sirius looked as though he had wanted to say that to Harry for a while. "Sirius, I know you want to be out, but I am going to tell you if anything happens. I promise" this seemed to cheer him up slightly, but he looked sullen still. "I just wanted to see harry to help him, but he said it was too risky, and I regret telling him that he was nothing like James" He seemed to want someone to talk to, and although Ivy didn't entirely understand, she didn't want to see her uncle so upset. "Well Harry wasn't wrong, it would have been risky" she said but seeing as how that didn't help, She continued "But if James was here, he would have thought the same thing." After that Sirius seemed to cheer up.

A few evenings later, Marie and Ivy slipped out of their dorms and knocked on the door of the room of requirement. They began working on the disarming spell, which Ivy was good at, as she had helped harry completely master the spell last year for the last task. Ivy walked around, helping anyone without a person to help them. Neville was a small challenge to teach, he was a bit clumsy and couldn't get his wand movements right.

When the meeting was over, Ivy tagged along behind Marie and Dennis, sneaking back with the other Griffindors, listening to the quiet excited whispers of the others as they discussed what the next practice would hold. They narrowly escaped peeves as they turned the corner and had to quickly hush up the pink lady in the portrait as she began to complain about being woken up.

Ivy had to admit, sometimes mischief was fun.