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Originally Posted by
sarahlooo 
Ivy only briefly wondered what he was doing with that girl. She was more concerned about the ice cream that was starting to melt. Since her spoon was still dirty on the floor, she continued to use her finger to swipe little bites out.
Before she could bring the bowl to her face to drain it out, Erik had hold of arm. "Ohp." They were going somewhere apparently. Wheeeeee. Oh, more ice cream! "Ooh, I love ice cream, Erik, did you know that?" She beamed and clung onto his arm. She LOVED ice cream. As of... five minutes ago.
Ivy tugged on his arm excitedly so they could go to the great hall for more ice cream.
Let's goooo!
Dammit, he was too good at his job and he knew it. Look at her. She'd barely had one bowl of ice cream and she was gone, high on a sugar rush, never going to float back down to earth anytime soon.
And that just plain sucked. These turnstiles sucked. Hogwarts in general sucked. Erik was definitely sulking as he and Ivy marched up to the Great Hall. He dug around in his pocket for change and thrust in the...wait, ten knuts
each?
Ten? Did they know how ridiculous a fee that was?
Still, Ivy wasn't going to go anywhere without more ice cream. He knew her and he knew the power of the dairy dessert. Grumbling old Norse curses under his breath, the man pulled out two sickles (it was all he had on him) and shoved them through the turnstiles.
"There, we're in the Great Hall," he mumbled to Ivy.
"Happy?" That was a rhetorical question.