donāt grow up so fastĀ || ivyĀ & regulus
Even though many recognize the Three Broomsticks as a good place for drinking and food, itās true what they say about teenagers on the area - many went there during school break, looking for a place in which they could both relax and feel enough welcomed to try something on the menu themselves. A few she liked Ivy let them spend the time there, meaning in times they shouldnāt be on her place but at school instead; yet, she didnāt encourage such behaviour. Her encouragement had more to do with making them know no matter how stressed out it would be, the effort they put on studying would certainly matter in the future. How unfortunate it was that many werenāt thinking about it anymore, a lot more worried with what had to do with the war; she couldnāt help but feel disappointed with this, they were just kids, almost like her, the only difference was she had finished her studies more than ten years ago, while theyā¦ they should have given the opportunity to truly enjoy their years at Hogwarts, not worry about what was going on in the outside.
Which was a few of the reasons why she was staring at the darkened image of Regulus Black, quietly resenting whoever let the boy spent so much time at her place. Not that it had anything to do with her, but Ivy had noticed the many hours he spent studying, always by himself and sitting somewhere many wouldnāt see him unless searching, seemingly focused and untroubled by whatever went on around his chair. She had his doubts but kept it to herself, even if he might not be at all studying what a boy his age needed to, it wasnāt like his business had anything to do with her; should it be interesting for Aversio to know what went on in his mind, she might try and figure something out, but now? Now she wanted to help him the few ways she could: offering a few drinks and meal, whenever he went too long without asking for something.
This had actually went on for years now, and they never spoke much - she had tried, only to realize he kept things to himself even when not with a book under his nose. A few hours later that day, the pub closed. What interested her was the fact that he didnāt move and, while walking to approach him, she noticed he wasnāt reading, or doing anything for that matter but sleeping. Ivy let her body fall in a chair, calmly, a small smile playing on her lips as she observed the scene. Perhaps it was better to let him sleep, Merlin knew how tired he was and how he would react at any attempt to awake him. So she went somewhere else, still in that area, fixing everything on the pub before sitting again, a book on her hands. The reason why she didnāt sleep herself was simply because she had, almost until the end of the afternoon, before taking over the bar from the other bartender.
A few more hours and he moved. With that she realized he would be awaking soon, which made sense given sun was already rising above. Madam Rosmerta closed the book and went to the kitchen area, preparing a fast meal to herself and him; a soup, a bread. Something simple, really. Water for her, the only drink she saw him drinking with certain frequency for him. Why was she doing that? Well, Ivy usually let some of her patrons, the ones who regularly went to the pub, to stay there if a similar situation happened. Of course, only on a certain cases, and she extended such treatment for a few people, but for thoseā¦ she didnāt mind helping. Why get stressed out?
āMorning.ā She waved calmly at him after letting the food on the table next to his figure, realizing he was awaking now. āYou fell asleep a few hours ago, I thought it best to let you rest. Here, take some food.ā She offered, more like not taking a no for an answer, and he knew his stomach was probably hungry for any sustenance.
āHas anybody told you itās not healthy to study that much?ā There wasnāt judgment in her voice, though. If anything, she wished he would calm down a little, maybe focus on things boys his age normally would. With a calm presence and movements, she let her body rest once again.
