Eden Manger
June 13, 2017 12:44 PM
Am I crazy, or is this really happening? [Tag: Ivy] by Eden Manger
It was an ordinary morning breakfast. Eden had gotten used to the buzz of Sonora by now, although still a little intimidated by the magnitude of everything, the grandness of the school. In one way, it made her feel small in comparison, but in another, it made her feel important, almost. She got to go to a school as nice as this one? She was either very special or very lucky, and she hadn’t decided for sure which one it was yet.When the post owls came, she wasn’t expecting much. She had an approaching birthday, but for the most part, it had been celebrated quietly and in advanced while she was home for winter break. There was the distinct possibility of an additional card or two on the actual day, but other than that, Eden didn’t get mail too much. Her mother had written frequently at the start of the year, but she had lessened this as the year went on, trying her best to judge what Eden needed more: familiarity or space. Her siblings, as if by committee, did similarly.
So she was more than a little surprise when a large parcel landed in her lap at today’s breakfast. No amount of brown wrapping could disfigure the obvious shape of the item: a new broom. Before unwrapping it, she noticed a note hanging around the end of the handle by a string. Eden slid the note off the broom and held it where she could read it.
Eden,
Congratulations on your Quidditch success. Every year your brother played, I sent him a new broom. Now it is your turn. I am and will always be so proud of you.
All my love,
Dad.
The young blonde looked up and around immediately, mentally and physically looking for answers for questions that struggled to form fully in her mind. “How?” was about as far as she got. Eden was confused but also deeply touched, and she felt like she might cry. And while she was often a somewhat private person, she wanted confirmation that the letter did in fact say what she thought it did.
“Look at this,” she said, her voice cracking as she passed the note to the person who sat beside her this morning. It happened to be Ivy Brockert, which was convenient. Ivy was, if Eden remembered it correctly, a cousin of Sally, Arnold, and Jake’s on their mother’s side. While that didn’t exactly make the two first years related, it did give Ivy at least somewhat of a background into the situation. She would know, at least, that something had happened here. To Eden, the most likely scenario was that her dad had somehow arranged this before he died. But even that still didn’t answer everything. “How did he know?” she wondered aloud in half a whisper.
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Ivy Brockert
June 23, 2017 5:22 PM
Well....I don't think you're crazy. by Ivy Brockert
Ivy sat at the table for breakfast eating eggs, bacon and breakfast sausage. Her little sister Lavender usually insisted breakfast should be sweet things, but the first year had grown to like non-sweet breakfasts that were hearty and she usually tried to make hers as much so as possible. It helped with the homesickness. Breakfast and dinner were when she missed her family the most and Daddy liked hearty meals so they reminded Ivy of home. Plus, her whole family would sit around, herself, her parents, Vlad and Lavender talking and just being together.She didn't have that here. Yes, Ivy had lots of cousins-all of whom were way older or not that closely related,save for Natalie- and felt like she got along okay with her roommates, but the former didn't eat with her all the time and the latter weren't...her best friends. The Teppenpaw wanted them to be, though they'd never be as close as she was to Vlad and Peyton. Next year, they would be here and that would be so much better. Still, Ivy wanted close friends outside her family too.
Today, she'd sat next to Eden. The...history between the girls' families was a little...complex. Aunt Jamie's first husband was Eden's father but Aunt Jamie was not Eden's mother and Ivy's cousins had three half siblings they only learned about after their biological father died. It was all very confusing. Especially given that Ivy had always heard that Ross Manger had been a bad man. He'd once gotten Aunt Jamie's children taken away and Peyton-who was Uncle Jeffrey's daughter-had come to live with her, Mommy, Daddy and Vlad when Vlad and Peyton were tiny babies and Ivy was just one. Plus, worse, they'd had to have Carrie live with them too while she wasn't at school, since nobody was giving custody to Aunt Pearl. This being what Daddy said was the worst part. That and taking a child under the age of one away from her mother but Daddy really found living with Carrie the worst part of it. That Ivy and Eden ended up roommates was nothing short of strange.
Ivy never said any of this to Eden though since her roommate seemed to have had loved her father just as Ivy did hers. Especially since the man just died and the other Teppenpaw seemed pretty sad about it. Besides, she wasn't going to tell the other girl about the Atrocities of Ross Manger, when she wanted to be friends with her! Not to mention it was just plain mean and Ivy didn't want to be mean. After all, Carrie was mean.
Besides, if Ivy was struggling with homesickness, it had to be worse for Eden. Ivy, at least would see her dad again. And her brother and cousin, her two best friends, would be here next term too. She was going to be okay.
So when her roommate passed her a letter, Ivy looked it over and then looked back at Eden. She had to admit that it was surprising. "I mean, I can see how he'd know if you were interested in Quidditch but the winning games part?" She could only think of two possibilities for this and Ivy wasn't sure if she wanted to mention either of them to Eden. One was kind of....insensitive and the other was fantastical.
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July 30, 2017 1:58 PM
I am, however, very late. by Eden
Eden stared ahead of her, mind swirling with wonder and confusion and maybe a tiny little flicker of hope mixed in there somewhere. What was happening? How was any of this real? The young girl had barely processed the loss of her father to begin with, and now she had this letter from him - potentially penned before his death but somehow arriving and describing afterward - blowing a hole in her heart but also somehow warming it. Her dad was proud of her. Always. She couldn’t get over the words.“I never played before school,” said Eden, looking bewildered at Ivy. “I didn’t expect to play here. I only played because, well, it seemed like the team needed people, and it was Jake’s spot that was open, so I thought….” She paused, trailing off. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t know how he’d know I would play, let alone win,” the blonde marvelled. “How could he have just… just known like that?” It was a question aimed more at the universe than Ivy, really, although if there was an answer, Eden didn’t really care from where it came. She just couldn’t comprehend how this was happening. She had kinda always thought her dad knew everything, but this was just crazy. How could he not only know but plan for this reality when no one else could have ever seen it coming?
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