Joy to my heart ((Ivy&Ashley))

[darien]

“Foxy
You know you’re a cute little heartbreaker
Foxy
You know you’re a sweet little lovemaker
Foxy

I wanna take you home
I won’t do you no harm, no
You’ve got to be all mine, all mine
Ooh, foxy lady

I see you, heh, on down on the scene
Foxy
You make me wanna get up and scream
Foxy
Ah, baby listen now
I’ve made up my mind
I’m tired of wasting all my precious time
You’ve got to be all mine, all mine
Foxy lady
Here I come

Foxy
Yeah, get it, babe
You make me feel like
Feel like sayin’ foxy
Foxy
Foxy lady
Foxy lady,” Dare sang out loudly during his shower and when he got dressed in his regular stone-washed jeans and a olive-green T-shirt. He continued to sing the brilliant song of Jimi Hendrix all the way as he exited his dormitory his hair still dripping wet. Twirling around the common room with a cute second year once Dare winked at her on the way and the tune still sounding from his lips as it so often did as he slipped out of his rather full common room as well. Looking around the hallway once Dare stayed to chat with the Pink Lady for a few moments watching with some amusement as a flattered blush rose the cheeks of the slightly plump lady before he moved on again his direction clear even if it was slightly out of bounds for students. But Dare was hungry. He had missed dinner due to entertaining a lovely lady down in Hogsmeade. Dyed hair wasn’t Dare’s favourite as he preferred originality like nature had set it, but he didn’t discriminate against girls who dyed their hair.

Dare yelped and tried to duck half-way to the kitchens but didn’t really manage as Peeves got him with a balloon filled with water before. It was curious how Peeves managed to still cause trouble even though he was a ghost. Or a poltergeist. Whatever the correct term was. Not that Dare minded much. It was just as if he had had a second shower now too. Dare opted to laughing and waving to Peeves who seemed a bit insulted that his prank hadn’t worked the way he had obviously wished it to. Peeves whizzed away through the ceiling and Dare continued on his way still whistling lightly the never-ceasing tune as he reached the kitchen door greeting all female pictures he passed on the way politely. Tickling the pear Dare slipped into the room and smiled as he looked around. The smells here were splendid, even more so as Dare was starving. And apparently he was also going to have company as he heard two voices conversing further in the kitchen. Ordering food from the squeaking hose-elves without really even looking at them Dare made his way over grinning brightly at the two Hufflepuff girls sitting in the kitchen.

“Ah, my dears, do you mind if I lean my tired body near you as the skin of my stomach if started to dry to my backbone out of starvation. Such pretty displayed to my eyes might keep me from passing away from hunger while I wait for my food to arrive,” Dare told the girls with a pleasant smile his left leg a bit forward as he grabbed an imaginary hat off from his head and made a sweeping bow to both girls, starting form the younger one. “Fairy. Pretty-gal. Such a lovely sight brings joy to my heart. Call me Dare, if you will.”

[Ivy Tunstall]

Ivy hadn't really felt like going to the Great Hall to dine today. She usually went as a matter of routine, and would spend it talking to Nokomis or another member of the Quidditch team since the practices let them loose at the same time. And Ivy tended to wait for Noko whilst she was tying up any loose ends with the team since they were close friends. On days when there weren't Quidditch practices (very few) she would just end up eating with whoever she'd been working or chatting with. But Ivy wasn't one to skip dinner altogether. Today she was just enjoying a more informal meal with Ashley in the school kitchens. House elves bustled past them as the two Hufflepuffs ate, carrying platters of food, teapots and the like on large trays. Ivy didn't know where they found the strength; the trays must be as heavy as the elves themselves were. She smiled at one passing by them as she broke open a steaming bread roll and dipped one of the pieces into her leek and potato soup.

She and Ash had been enjoying a nice lighthearted chat but now they had been joined by someone else. The expression on Ivy's face when she saw the boy coming over to join them from the entrance to the kitchens was far from one of pleasure. From what she'd experienced of him, he had patronising views and patronising ways of expressing them. "Oh no," she muttered to Ashley as she shifted up a little on her seat so there was only room for her and Ash on the double bench they were sitting on at the small wooden table. "I'm glad he isn't in my year. He's bad enough as it is." She kept her eyes on the fifth year as he talked to them, not smiling at all and her heart sinking privately. The day had been going so well.

"You don't look so dry," Ivy said wryly as she regarded his drenched appearance. "Rather wet actually. You'll make everything wet if you sit down like that," she added, before pointing her wand at his clothes and muttering, "Sicco." The Drought Charm removed the water from those and also thankfully his hair so he wasn't dripping everywhere. Ivy regarded him acidly for a moment before looking back to Ash and sighing. "There we go I suppose," she said unenthusiastically as she indicated the bench opposite and continued on, "Does your 'charm' extend to female house elves or is that a burden reserved merely for humans?" She added one more coldly delivered sentence before turning back to Ashley and continuing their previous conversation about Tigger, feeling slightly fed up at herself for being so unfriendly but yet still not feeling particularly inclined to talk to the insufferable Gryffindor. "I'm called Ivy, by the way; no need to call me anything else."