Ivy looked at the fool of a boy that was sitting in front of her. For that is what he was, a fool. He let his hatred, jealousy, and anger consume him, until, a stupid teenager was all that was left.
Ivy was beginning to feel the enhancements act up again. She decided to get this over with as quick as possible. “Mr…. Wesley, is it? Are you aware of why you are here?”
Ivy looked at the foolish boy, for that is what he was. He looked at her in anger, “My name is Ron Weasley. Who are you? Some muggle?”
Ivy regarded the boy silently, then laughed. It frightened the boy some. Ivy stepped back into the shadows slightly and smirked “Mr. Weasley, my name is Renaldi. Does that name mean anything to you?”
Ron Weasley was known for being a rather foolish first year, and having the emotional range of a teaspoon. Ivy doubted he could even spare that much brain power to think. He did, however, know what the name Renaldi meant to magical Britain. Fear.
Ron Weasley was sweating now. He decided to bluster “So what if I stole those books from that bushy haired know it all! They can be replaced. Besides, she’s only a muggleborm. Who’ll believe her?
Ivy lit a Rocky Patel White Collection cigar and frowned slightly “Mr. Weasley. Those books were no mere cheap editions and easily replaced. One was the Dagworth Granger grimiore. Another was the same type of book for the Potter family. Harry and Hermione were reading the books to one another.”
Ivy took a moment to savor her cigar and idly thought about what to do in regard to this matter that Amelia Bones had dropped in her lap.
Ivy suddenly threw her head back and laughed uproariously and maniacally. This was Amelia’s way of getting her back from that prank she had pulled on Amelia and Sirius when they were in flagrante delicto.
Ivy finished her cigar some 30 minutes later while the Weasley boy had worked up quite the sweat. She smirked “Mr. Weasley, you will report to the address that I have written down on this paper every week day this summer. You will do the prescribed tasks to the letter. Your wages from this job will go to pay for two reproduction grimiores. Do you understand me?” The boy gulped and nodded.
Ivy smiled “Excellent. Now, the main floo in the ministry atrium will take you and your chaperone back to Hogwarts. I bid you good day.” Ron Weasley was actually glad to see the stern face of Professor Flitwick when he emerged from the interview room in the DMLE.
A chill ran down his spine as he heard Ivy’s laughter while leaving the area. Professor Flitwick smirked when he heard the laughter and saw Amelia Bones walk into the room that Ron Weasley had just left.
Ivy looked up to see her longtime friend Amelia Bones, Head of the DMLE, with a smirk on her face. Amelia had mischief in her eyes “Gotcha back, Ivy. Sirius sends his regards, and his never ending thanks for helping rescue him from Azkaban, by the way.”
Ivy smiled “Glad I could be of help when Sirius needed it. Now, I need to get this information to the Goblins so they can make up two more grimiore reproductions. It’s a good thing the originals are still in the vaults for the Potter and Dagworth Granger families.”
Ivy got up and left the room. Amelia decided to walk her best friend to the exit to Diagon Alley. Along the way, the duo met a few unsavory characters. Needless to say that when Ivy left the ministry, it lacked a few bureaucrats, including one pink toad, who was bleeding out in some obscure broom closet. It was an odd thing that the ministry had so many convenient places to hide a body, or bodies.