October 25th, 1891 - Pennyworth
Ivy didn't want to go to sleep, because that way laid only dreams of Baxter's Knoll. She'd woken up that morning with the taste of blood in her mouth, and while that was probably just because she'd bitten her tongue in her sleep — one couldn't be sure.
So she was sitting on her front stoop in her coat in the chilled fall air, drinking from a beer and reading that day's Daily Prophet, long after dinnertime. The sound of footsteps on the cobblestones caught her attention, and Ivy looked up, a flash of alarm in her chest before she recognized him.
"Jack Dorset! Home from the constabulary?" she asked, quirking her eyebrow at her neighbor. Ivy had tutored him in Potions when they were at Hogwarts, but their relationship now was that of amicable neighbors. "If you sit with me, I'll give you a beer." She thought he might take her up on it — and the longer they talked, the less likely it was she'd have to sleep.
So she was sitting on her front stoop in her coat in the chilled fall air, drinking from a beer and reading that day's Daily Prophet, long after dinnertime. The sound of footsteps on the cobblestones caught her attention, and Ivy looked up, a flash of alarm in her chest before she recognized him.
"Jack Dorset! Home from the constabulary?" she asked, quirking her eyebrow at her neighbor. Ivy had tutored him in Potions when they were at Hogwarts, but their relationship now was that of amicable neighbors. "If you sit with me, I'll give you a beer." She thought he might take her up on it — and the longer they talked, the less likely it was she'd have to sleep.