Ivy opened the cabinet, and pulled out two heavy glass bottles of beer. She flicked her wand to silently knock off the crown cap of the beers, and offered one of the bottles to her friend, Persephone Broadmoor. Her first monthlies were a horror-show Ivy was not keen to relive, and she remembered the day she'd been accepted to the auror program distinctly, but she'd already come around on knowing this woman.

"You'll have to sleep in my bed, but you can stay," Ivy said. If they were as close friends as Broadmoor claimed, then the other woman would already know that Ivy sometimes kicked in her sleep.