Back in first year Ivelisse would've probably told a whole different story if anyone had asked her how she thought she would feel during graduation. First year her had plenty of hopes and dreams for what her time at Hogwarts would be like, part of which never came to be. Others did.. just not...
Ivelisse had mixed feelings about winning the quidditch cup. On the one hand she was glad she had come out the game so easily, glad her name would be on another cup to remind students that she had in fact been a great seeker. Last year had just been a black page in her history book. On the other...
The one good thing left about Ivelisse's prefect status was that she didn't care much about wandering places they weren't technically allowed to go. Or others doing so. There wasn't much that could go wrong for her either way. If a professor came alongs she'd just say she caught the other...
Ivelisse had lost very pretty much all positive feelings she might've had towards Hogwarts at one point. It wasn't particularly that she felt negative towards the school in general, she just felt negatively about her being there. She was ready to graduate. To get out of here. Even if there were...
Ivelisse nodded at the boy's response. Trying new things was worth it. Sometimes. Standing out wasn't always a good thing though, but she didn't feel like this was the moment for such a discussion. "Hmm, I'd rather have something nice." She replied to his remark about silly gifts, shrugging when...
Ivelisse wasn't really able to figure out what was in the present and was debating opening it to just see. If it turned out to be something dumb she could always put it back. She looked up when someone spoke to her, tossing some of her hair back over her shoulder as she took in the compliment...
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