breakbleheaven:
The thing about tragic circumstances was that it brought together people who didn’t usually speak to one another, or at least not as much as they could have done. James held no grudges against anyone and LIKED to think he could be friends with everyone, including those who he didn’t speak to often. “Are you sure I couldn’t at least TRY to make you talk about them?” A half smile appeared onto his lips and then he nodded. “Of course I do. Don’t think I’ll ever stop. Why? Do you suddenly have an interest now? I’ll get you tickets to my next game if you’re that interested.” He was grateful for the coffee because it was a nice gesture and hopefully the caffeine would keep him awake for a bit longer before he fully crashed. “Ivy Rosier has a heart? Who would have ever thought?” Ordinarily he would have stood on his feet and shouted it out to the building but now he was too tired for any of his obnoxiously attention seeking actions.
ivy knew trauma well. she wore it well like with most things it had little to no affect on her. however she wasn’t naive to think that other people wouldn’t struggle with the aftermath of the events that took place and in this occasion had her seemingly out of character to anyone that knew her. “you could try, doesn’t mean you’ll succeed.” she said with a tired smirk. “no, i definitely don’t. i don’t think i’ll ever care about the game but you do and i suppose it would keep your mind at ease enough if i let you babble on about it. besides, i get free tickets anyway. i just leave them laying around in random place for people to find them since i don’t want them” she new quidditch like the back of her hand, she grew up with her dad playing pro. quidditch and her dad went hand in hand with things she didn’t care for. “like i said if you tell anyone i’ll deny it and hunt you down” ivy took a sip of her coffee. “plus you’ve got people you care about here. i know you, you won’t rest until you know they’re all okay”















