Ivy was late. Not that she particularly cared, she arrived when she wanted to. Though she needed a class that would count. At this point, late was becoming more of a personality trait than just an occasional occurrence. Despite the wonders of the magical world, she simply couldn't bring herself to want to be on time. She put it down to favouring the night time. She frequently overslept, in favour for staying up extraordinarily late, when it was quiet, peaceful. She preferred walking the halls in the pitch darkness over the hustle and bustle of the daytime. Unfortunately, class forced her to wake earlier than she naturally would, though still late by day-time standards. In this case on this particular day, she'd slept until noon.
She arrived just after an older Gryffindor had, hearing the end of what the girl had said. Kneazles, so that was what they were studying. She knew nothing of the creatures. Instead, she stood towards the back, opting to remain the quiet observer she was.
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