 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
SPOILER!!: Ivy Quote:
Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl  Her mum was around here somewhere, patrolling for her job, and her dad and Sage were having a go at the Zap-a-Snitch station, but Ivy wanted to visit the memorial garden herself. It was... Well, it seemed like something she ought to do. Like the right thing to do. Even if there were a lot of memories surrounding the events that led to this that she usually tried not to think about, she felt it was important to participate and honor the sacrifices so many people had made.
The design of the phoenix was very striking, and she was drawn immediately towards it to get a closer look. And that was when she spotted Ashley nearby. Was she crying?
Ivy immediately wanted to give the girl a hug, but she also wasn't sure whether her fellow Ravenclaw would be okay with her suddenly invading her personal space like that. So Ivy settled for reaching a hand out to gently rest on Ashley's shoulder. "Hey, Ash," she said softly. "You okay?" Ash could not take her eyes off of the memorial. It had occurred to her that she was in the dead people’s debt. Well that was just awesome and great. She hated being in debt, but she was definitely in debt. If it wasn’t for these people, she’d be in a mirror or dead. She tried not to blame herself for their deaths, tried to tell herself that all of them made their own choice to die for a good cause. It didn’t work much. Yay.
She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She was quite startled, but at least her awful thoughts disappeared for the moment. She listened for the voice. Ivy. Ash put her hand on Ivy’s because she didn’t want the other girl to leave her. She’d be alone. She didn’t want to be alone.
Why were people always asking her that question? The answer was always no but they still hoped it would be yes. It was never yes. She didn’t ever know how to answer the question without lying or making people sad. Well, everyone here was already so sad... there was no way she could make it worse. “No. I feel guilty when I look at this. Which is stupid. And I feel angry. Which is dangerous. And I feel alone, which is extra-dangerous.” And she was crying, which was just annoying. Ugh. Also the world was blurry and the sounds came out all wrong. So yeah. Pretty much everything sucked, even though she hadn’t lost a family member. She just wanted a big hug and to be picked up and carried around everywhere like a child. Or maybe just a hug? Or maybe nothing. She’d probably get nothing. ”Are you okay?” |