Ivy walked back to the Beauxbatons carriages in a dark fury. A redheaded girl was following along behind her. Ivy opened the carriage door and led the girl into a scene of comedic chaos. The Beauxbatons girls were running around helping each other get ready for the Yule Ball to be held that night. The girl, Ginny looked around in amazement. A boy with black hair and a scar on his forehead was currently running from a gaggle of girls being led by a bushy haired girl. All the girls were holding combs. Ivy shook her head and laughed despite the mood she was in.
Ivy led Ginny down to her office and had her sit in a cushy armchair. Ivy sat across from her. She smiled “Welcome to Beauxbatons, Ginny. What you saw in the other rooms were the girls and our guests preparing for the Yule Ball tonight. Would you care for something to drink?” Ginny smiled and nodded. Ivy got up and walked to her medicine cabinet, which, looked like an ornate bar set.
Ivy walked back with a wine glass and a bottle of Chateau Renaldi. Her own medical wine. Ivy filled the glass and handed it to Ginny. Ginny looked at the glass oddly “I’m not old enough to drink. Ms. Renaldi.” Ivy smiled “Not to worry, Ginny. This is a special blend with no alcohol in it. It’s just grape juice. Enjoy.” Ginny smiled and drank the juice. She suddenly felt sleepy and slumped in the chair snoring. Ivy went to find Olympe.
Ivy walked back from her meeting to find Ginny looking happier than when she found her. Ivy smiled at Ginny “How are you feeling?” Ginny positively glowed “I feel great! Was there something in that juice you gave me?” Ivy poured herself a glass of fruit punch and smiled “Yes, Ginny. There was. It is a colorless, odorless liquid that is made specially for me. The liquid is something that I have been taking for years now to help with some health issues. When I saw you earlier this year, I thought I was looking in a mirror to be honest. You had evidence of the same problems I have currently. I’m glad I saw and was able to help you. If your troubles had been left alone, you would end up suffering severe PTSD, terrible sleeping patterns. Along with a myriad of other problems.”
Ginny gulped “Y-you suffer with all those issues? How do you live?” Ivy smiled sadly and got up “I live my life the best I can, and help those that need it.” Ivy led Ginny to the medical rooms and briefed Kix on Ginny. Kix looked at Ginny “Your lucky that the General saw you. According to these scans, you had some type of potion coursing through you that made you have a false attraction to someone.” Kix snarled this last part, along with a few foul curses when he saw the rest of the report. Kix recollected himself “Ms. Weasley, I hate to tell you this, but, according to this report, your mother brewed the potion that was inside you. You were apparently started on it at the beginning of your first year at Hogwarts. Luckily, the drink Ivy gave you destroyed the effects of the potion along with the after effects of a possession.”
Kix sat down and shook his head. Ivy read the report and punched the nearby wall so hard that it dented. Ginny was crying now. Ivy comforted the girl as best she could. Ivy walked Ginny to a room she had set aside for her use. Ivy looked at her “Ginny. I want you to stay the night. I don’t want you anywhere near that castle if I can help it. The carriages are the best we can do.” Ginny looked at Ivy and hugged her. Ivy smiled and hugged back. Ginny wanted to join the other girls in the fun of getting ready for a ball, even if she couldn’t go. Ivy left Ginny with several of the girls and went to make a call. Ivy walked back into the room with a box and handed it to Ginny. Ginny’s face lit up in excitement as she saw the dress in the box and ran to get ready. Ivy heard a doorbell and went to answer the carriage door. Waiting outside were a group of Durmstrang boys led by their Headmaster.
Igor smiled “Good evening, Ivy. Are your young ladies ready for the ball?” Ivy smiled “We are waiting for a guest to get ready. Won’t you come in?” Igor happily accepted and led his students in the carriage. Ivy turned as she heard some footsteps in the hall “Ginny, are you ready for the ball?” Ginny grinned “I am. I don’t have a date though.” Here, Ginny frowned slightly. A younger boy next to Viktor Krum stepped towards Ginny, he looked to be her age, “I would be honored to escort a beautiful lady such as yourself to the ball.” He took her hand and kissed it. Ginny blushed slightly. Igor smiled “That is Victor Krum’s younger brother, Georgi. He is rather good at Quidditch.” Ivy looked at Ginny and her new friend and date, they were discussing Quidditch strategies.
Ivy looked around the room as each young man went to find his date, she noticed Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour had there arms around each other’s waist. Ivy also noticed Harry Potter having his hair fussed over by his friend, Hermione Granger. Ivy went to join Olympe and Igor in leading their students to the Great Hall in Hogwarts. Ivy looked at her friends “This night should prove interesting.” Ivy began to walk towards the castle.