hear my battle cry (flashback) || ivy & florence
“We’re the same, Flor. The same. We die and that’s it… our skull, organs, bones, that’s all the same.” Ivy shook her head, unaware of what was going around her for a minute. It simply didn’t make sense, how more bodies were found in a dark alley in a muggle village, the signs always the same, too bizarre for the muggles, too nonsense. If anything Ivy wished for the madness to be soon over. She knew it wouldn’t, though - those who called themselves death eater were gaining power, showing the world what they could do with a turn of their wands, unfazed by the fact they were destroying people’s life, people that breathed and loved the same way they did. Maybe they didn’t, though; maybe love was a word some of them couldn’t recognize. She had come across people like that before, the ones who didn’t show kindness, who couldn’t care less for their peers - it made her shiver every time. Yet she treated them all as customers, the same as the others, or tried; why was it so difficult for that group to do the same? To leave alone those different from them?
She couldn’t believe some really had in their minds the muggles would destroy the world, make it impure or something. She’d been around some before, they were neither aware not cared for the Wizarding World. And the half-blood, the ones like her, who had some drops of blood running through their veins that belonged to non-magical family, well... it seemed to her they weren’t less. To her, who held no prejudice to them. It did always sound stupid, though, the arguments of those who saw them in another light, a darker one.
“I really don’t understand why they think differently. Isn’t it better to leave people we hate alone? That’s my mantra… if somebody is doing no good at my bar, I simply get them out. That’s different from killing them. Plus what has muggles done wrong? Breathed? Lived? That’s nonsense.” Rolling her eyes, she yawned as her eyes fell to a book she’d just been reading. Funnily enough, it centered on a muggle city.
‘Sorry, I’m just mad. A friend of mine said she was followed by some guys in weird masks and I keep thinking she might me in danger.” With a sigh, Ivy stared at Flor, for a few seconds in silence. Usually she wouldn’t speak that much, to be honest Rosmerta was very calm, unless of course somebody made her angry. When somebody made her angry, she kicked them out. The ones who were killing muggles? She couldn’t. What a frustrating thing.
“You know what’s worse? The order contacted me a few days ago.” At least there was no need of lowering their voices, now that they were by themselves. “They said I might be of value, since I know so many people and I’m constantly speaking to them. Can you believe it? I couldn’t. As if… as if they can actually do something. All I see is failure of their actions. Sorry, Flor. That person clearly got me angry.” With a more sarcastic smile, she tried breathing again. At some point the frustration would leave her.
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