Ivvy, completely unaware of the danger that stalked her, spent the most peaceful days of her life, relaxed and without a care in the world. After so much pain, so much silenced loneliness, at least in the afternoons, she could take a breather in her little slice of heaven: the secret rooftop garden. There, where the vines embraced her sweetly, where the lilies whispered words of love, and the mosses clung to the stone like an absent mother. There, for the first time, she felt she belonged somewhere.
During those afternoons, she allowed herself to forget the pain caused by the teachers' indifference, the students' mockery whispered in the hallways, the laughter that died away at the sight of her. In her garden, she wasn't an illegitimate child from another kingdom. She wasn't a Mudblood. She was just Ivvy... a lover of plants. The one who healed with her hands. The one who laughed alone without needing anyone else.
But that afternoon, something was different.
