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Ivy Nienna 
Blushing slightly at the extended long handshake, which at least wasn't her fault this time anyway, Ivory nodded laughingly. "A dedication? Well, I'd be honored." Imagine that. Her name in a book. Hopefully he was being serious since now she was looking forward to purchasing said book in the future and going around smugly showing snooty family members how she'd gotten her name on the first page. She could she it now...
But that was neither here nor there for now.
Grinning at his raised eyebrows, Ivory plucked a twig off of her collar. Persistent. Ha. "That is true." She couldn't remember the last time she thought about attacking trees. Then again that hadn't been too long ago..."But what with the Whomping Willow here you never know. What if she had saplings somewhere around. Smacking saplings. Strapping saplings. Spanking saplings?" Did the descriptive word have to rhyme? Oh well, it wasn't her job to name new plant forms. Someone else could figure it.
Her smile widened to flash the little dimple on her right cheek as she noticed his little boy look at being a sixth year. "A sixth year? Well, then in that case I'll be expecting the book sometime in the next two years." Giving him a little wink so he'd know she was just kidding around, no pressure, she let go of the tree. Testing her balance so to speak.
Considering the world wasn't spinning and neither were her feet she deemed it a good sign that she was on the swift road to recovery.
Braeden's eyebrows rose yet again as Ivory began to list all of the possible saplings the Whomping Willow could have scattered all over Hogwarts grounds, looking innocent and harmless but attacking innocent students passing by. Oh Merlin... that sounds like... like it could be another great book! Wow, when had Brae become a writer? Sure, he liked reading when he had free time, but... he had never been much of a writer. Grammar and sentence structures and all that sort of thing had always confused him. "Well, if your intention is to make me feel completely uneasy every time I pass by a tree from now on, then you can know it's working perfectly. I will never be the same again," said Braeden with mock dramatic trauma in his tones. Though he'd be lying if he said he
wasn't at least a little worried of getting too close to trees from now on... "We're going to have to walk around carrying swords and shields from now on," he added. This evil-tree deal was turning into an all-out war against nature.
And then Ivory was saying she expected his guide to 101 ways to something-something (he had already forgotten what title he'd given her) sometime in the next two years. "Oh, I dunno about having it ready that soon..." muttered the boy, who had actually taken her seriously despite the wink that was supposed to clue him in on this being a joke. "Just trying to get an interview with the Whomping Willow will be time-consuming enough, and to be honest I don't feel very confident I have enough words in my vocabulary to write a whole book," he confessed, his right hand rubbing the back of his neck absentmindedly as he looked shame-faced down at the ground.
"All good now, then?" he asked, looking up again to find the girl standing on her own two feet, no longer needing the help of her attacker. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take this conversation away from the trees. They might be spying on us," he added, throwing the surrounding trees wary glances before turning back to the girl before him. They couldn't just stand there all afternoon, after all. And he felt safer away from trees.