Ivy Slughorn

[ivy-slughorn]

nicomulciber‌:

Mulciber wasn’t a fool, he knew that he grated the girl’s nerves. However, he didn’t care, because he figured he would be able to finagle it to his advantage somehow. Blue hues stare through her as she retorts with a slow maddening smirk. “What is the reason? I’d thought you’d want to know what your father says about you when you’re not around.” Nicolas quipped keeping his terrible temper in close check at least for the time being.  Now he’s wondering if perhaps he should have cornered her in Potions class and that would have been best for him. Make no mistake, when it came to the girl herself, he held little regard to her existence. It’s just her connections were solid at Hogwarts, and perhaps he could somehow annoy Violet by proxy by using the girl in front of him.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just checking up on you. It’s what a decent person would do.” A smug laugh leaves his lips, mentally noting the sarcasm that riddled each word that came out of her mouth. He was ready to half listen to her remarks, but instead he persisted with his appearance. Not taking any note to leave or turn away from her. “We’ll study potions together.” He spoke with little question to his tone.

She stiffened. Her father was a sore subject, something she was sure that nearly everyone knew. It was hard when so many of the students loved her father, and yet he never seemed to pay her any mind. If anything he was particularly hard on her. Something that had caused more than a few potions classes to turn sour. Even though she wanted to know what her father said, there was no telling if Mulciber was actually telling the truth. “Well you were wrong.” Ivy told him stiffly, not bothering to even look over at him as she looked at the work in front of her. Perhaps if she pretended like he was barely there he would get bored in leave. 

Wishful thinking as he made it obvious he wasn’t leaving. Or rather, made it obvious that he didn’t exactly care how she was feeling in that moment. If he had then he wouldn’t have even approached her. “No thanks, I’m good.” Even though she wasn’t good, seeing how she was already failing the class. But that was her business and nobody else’s. 

[madeline-nottyourbabe]

Madeline was sitting in the library with a heavy book open on her lap. Her dark hair fell into her eyes and she appeared exhausted though determined to finish reading. As she turned the page she heard you call her name and she looked up from her book.

[ivy-slughorn]

“Madeline Nott,” She called out as she made her way over to the other girl. Ivy sat down immediately, not bothering to wait to see if he would be able too or not. “I need that book.” She nodded to the one she held, the same one that the Hufflepuff needed to complete her paper. 

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qtqatch‌:

Quinn looked up to many people. In fact one might even deem her as a people pleaser. The girl’s empathetic nature made her cringe when she felt even the slightest flare of someone around her. She easily talked herself into being the hyper person everyone needed. A soft smile developed as she saw Ivy from afar, feeling drawn to the girl she rocks back and forth on her heels anxiously. The elder Hufflepuffs she always felt drawn to for guidance and just to feel significant in a sea of Purebloods and probably better Halfbloods. The girl  lets out a nervous squeak and even jumps when she hears Ivy’s voice. “I..um..So sorry. I just wanted to know if you wanted a cookie?” The girl held out a trembling hand with a cookie she had baked herself a few nights before in her hand.

Ivy wasn’t a heartless person, much to her own dismay. So she couldn’t help but to feel bad when the girl squeaked and stood there shaking. It wasn’t as if she wanted Quinn to fear her or anything, rather she just wished the other girl would leave her alone. Which was mostly because the younger girl was much too nice, as was most of the people in her house. Sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder how she had been sorted into Hufflepuff house. Then again, she didn’t really feel as if she belonged in any other house either. “Sure.” She responded halfheartedly, a forced half-smile on her face as she took one of the cookies and ate them in hopes that it would cause the other girl to leave. “Not to bad.” The response wasn’t an insult, but it wasn’t really a compliment either. 

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dorcasrainemeadowes‌:

Dorcas couldn’t quite help herself sometimes, she liked people watching, and the grounds after morning classes were usually a great place to do it. With a copy of the daily prophet in front of her face, it was easy to make it look like she was completely preoccupied as she would occasionally glanced around, see what she could see. Of course, the downside always came when she noticed people that she actually wanted to have a chat with and ended her fun a little too early.

Such was the case when she caught sight of Ivy not too far off from where she had set up camp, and though she could have easily pretended that she hadn’t seen the girl, that would have simply been rude. Besides, her friendship with Ivy was built on no bullshit, and she was pretty sure that if she pretended not to notice her, the other girl would have called her on her shit pretty quickly.

So her newspaper was tucked away for later and her bag was slung over her shoulder as she got up, wandering her way over to the girl and settling next to her. “What’s the most boring conversation you’ve ever overheard? Because I swear, I listened to a girl rant for at least twenty minutes today about how her lipstick didn’t match her skin tone properly and it was the most insipid and shallow thing I’ve ever listened to.” 

@ivy-slughorn

Ivy hadn’t even noticed that Dorcas was around at first. Though that wasn’t too surprising as the other girl had a habit of blending in and purposely trying to be unnoticeable. It was a skill the Hufflepuff was currently working on, which was hard to do when her personality was the complete opposite. She usually strived to stick out, or just accidentally caught people’s attention somehow. For the most part she didn’t actually mind, but she also knew that her father wold prefer for her to just blend in. Or for her to stick out for doing extraordinary things. Which was something she was seemingly incapable of. She only seemed to get in trouble when she did something bad, occasionally she would get noticed for Quidditch but that didn’t matter to her father as she wasn’t planning on going pro. While it was something she was bitter about, she attempted to not show that it bothered her. 

People were usually surprised to see Ivy and Dorcas around each other, mainly because one wouldn’t expect them to get along. Half the time Ivy didn’t expect them to get long, mostly because their personalities typically clashed. The other girl could be rather refreshing, though that was after being called out for bullshitting. “Probably better than the lectures given by Professor Binns.” She shrugged. Truthfully she would rather listen to someone complain about their lipstick than sit through History of Magic. It wasn’t as if she had particularly hated the class when she had to take it, but she simply fell asleep most of the time. Thankfully she still managed to pass it without to much effort, which was more than she could say about a few of her other classes. 

“You should have just told her to shut up if it bothered you so much,” She told the girl, not seeing the need to bother with niceties or attempting to beat around the bush with such things. It someone was really being annoying, simply tell them. It was the quickest and most effective way to get them to stop. Plus, if Dorcas had said something than maybe Ivy couldn’t watched the argument that would have ensued. 

[ivy-slughorn]

nicomulciber‌:

@ivy-slughorn

Nicolas had an agenda he set himself upon. Truthfully it was just one of many. Avoid Violet. Avoid Lucius. Stare daggers at Andromeda. Corner the Slughorn girls.  Pick one of their brains, had they gone to the Death Eaters or Legacy of Salazar? He needed to know which poison since he was of both evils. Biting into an apple he had commandeered from the Great Hall he arrived early to Transmutation, and figured this would be his best bet besides Potions class. Though he thought with Slughorn himself looming over them it would be hard to speak with Ivy.

Plopping down in the chair he smirked deviously at the girl, wiping a few wayward ginger strands from his forehead. “Ivy. Haven’t talked to you in a bit. How have you been?” He chimed in with charismatic oomph, which was a whole different ballgame for him.

Ivy didn’t even have to look over to know who’d sat next to her, knowing exactly who he was simply by the sound of his voice. She let out a deep sigh, already feeling a headache forming as she turned to face the boy. Nicolas Mulciber, exactly the kind of person she tried to avoid. He always seemed to rub her the wrong way and he was too nosy for her liking. He either knew that she was hiding something, or he was the one who was actually hiding something. Whichever it was, she didn’t want to know and would rather not find out. Of course her obvious disdain for the boy only seemed to make him even more pushy and insistent. She supposed that she should just be grateful he hadn’t decided to bother her during potions class when she would have to pretend to be nice. 

“Well there’s a reason for that Mulciber.” She retorted, not bothering to give the boy a proper answer. He seemed to be attempting to be nice, that didn’t mean she would do the same. “What have I done to deserve your company today?” Ivy gave him a fake smile, sarcasm dripping in her voice as she hoped he would allow her to return to her studying soon. Studying was something she greatly needed to do, for most of her classes. 

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@qtqatch 

Ivy wanted her space at the moment, probably more than usual. The day had not exactly gone well for her. It started out with her accidentally showing off in Divination, having dozed off and then automatically saying the correct responses when called on. Following that, she completely ruined the potion she’d been working on in potions class. The last thing she needed was anybody coming up and trying to talk to her. Or worse, someone just hanging around her when she’d shown dislike for them a while ago. Usually she tried to be nice and get along with people, but she didn’t particularly enjoy those who tried way to hard to be her friend. It was a quality that she found annoying, especially since she always tried her best to keep people at arms length. “If you’re going to say something,” Ivy sighed. “Can you just come out and say it?” She asked, turning towards the girl who had been itching closer and closer to her for a while now. She wasn’t even sure how long Quinn had been there before she noticed, all she knew was that it had already been to long. 

[ivy-slughorn]

spellsbypandora‌:

Pandora sat at the Ravenclaw table, a quill in their hand and some parchment in front of them. If anyone were to look over their shoulder they would surely think they were doodling, or finishing up a late assignment. Anyone who knew Pandora though, would know they were working on some new spell that had popped into their head at breakfast. They were so focused on the new spell in fact, that they didn’t notice when someone sat across from them.

Originally Ivy was on her way out of the Great Hall, but then she spotted Pandora. They were always nice, and someone she could just spend time with without worrying about them expecting much. It would also be a great change of pace for once. “What are you working on?” She asked, wondering if the Ravenclaw would even hear her with how focused they were. But if she was going to catch their attention somehow, it would be by talking.

[ivy-slughorn]

sybltrclwny‌:

          The halls were dark and quiet, the only source of light being the slivers of moonlight that spilled through the grand windows. Not a soul walked through the halls, except for maybe the odd prefect here and there, everyone else being asleep at this midnight hour. A few portraits glanced at her in curiosity and muttered choice words under their breath about the lone girl shuffling slowly through the castle at this hour, but Sybill paid them no mind. The darkness and solitude didn’t scare her, in fact, she welcomed the sensation of both. She would have to remind herself to thank whichever Ravenclaw let her out of the tower come morning, when she woke up.

         When she woke up. Sleepwalking was strange; Sybill could remember being frightened of it, the first time she had went to sleep in her bed and woke to find herself in the kitchens. It happened a few more times after that occurrence, much to her discomfort, and so she wrote her parents to tell them of what she was experiencing. To her surprise her father was thrilled; his mother and her mother before that all experienced sleep disturbances too, in what he called a symptom of the Sight. After letting go of the inhibition and the apprehension surrounding it, visions should improve. That hadn’t happened for Sybill yet, but she was not one to give up hope. Quite the opposite, she insisted on brewing numerous teas hours before sleeping in the hopes that one of the brews would catapult her into REM sleep quicker.

          She was suddenly aware – all too aware, she realized with a sense of dismay – that she had collided with something warm and solid. The impact of it, while not strong or painful, must have been enough to rouse her. Blinking back the remnants of sleep from her eyes, Sybill squinted up at the silhouette in front of her. Someone else, but it was too dark to tell who it was. “Mm, hello,” her voice was still hoarse from sleep and so she cleared her throat. “Midnight walks are always enlightening, aren’t they?”

Ivy Slughorn didn’t sleep. Or rather couldn’t sleep. She was always much to restless, her mind preoccupied by to many things to give her a moments rest. Even her body was restless, the urge to get up and go somewhere overwhelming her. Next thing she knew she had already left the common room and ventured into the halls. At this point she’d already lost quite a few house points during her late night strolls, even earning a few detentions for being a ‘repeat offender’. It wasn’t something that bothered her though, surely she could make it up some other time. Not all the prefects and wandering professors took points away from her either, some of them appeared to be understanding that she was unable to sleep. Though they offered various potions to her and encouraged her to at least stay within her common room. 

Part of her didn’t want to sleep, worried of what she might dream of. Though part of her knew that was she feared of would occur whether she was asleep or not. If she could avoid it, she would. Plus it wasn’t as if she were the only student to wander the halls at night. She was sure that there was more than one would expect. One just had to look in the right places to find them. It was also extremely dark late at night, Ivy could hardly see in front of her without the use of her wand. She didn’t use magic though, knowing that was a sure fire way to get caught within the first five minutes. If a prefect didn’t spot her, a portrait would and they always made a fuss when they got woken up. Though she didn’t see the big deal, as surely they don’t actually need any sleep. 

It was due to this darkness that she ran right into someone. If it wasn’t for the other girl speaking up, she might not have even known who it was. Sybill Trelawney, someone who sent chills down Ivy’s spine. It wasn’t that she particularly disliked the girl, she was more so weary of the girl. If there was anyone who could find out what might’ve happened to her, it would be Sybill. While she was sure the girl wouldn’t cast her out, quite the opposite if anything, she was worried that the girl would accept her and wholeheartedly believe her. “Oh hello,” She responded quietly. Possibly she would be able to get away quickly. “I guess. Kind of hard to enjoy it when you can’t really see.”

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