It's an Obession (Open)

Sitting alone at a table, Iva eyed her triple scooped ice cream with a fierce gaze. It had everything: whipped cream, hot fudge, pineapple, and even a cherry. What was this again? A banana split?

Whatever it was- it was beautiful. Iva unwrapped a platic spoon and immediately dug into her food, surpressing a groan. She looked around to make sure she wasn't caught, then grinned. Why wasn't this back in Russia!?

She savored the taste and took another apoonful of all three flavors.

Whatever it was, it was her new obession.

Anna had gotten her favourite flavour of ice-cream again: good ol' vanilla. She had always preferred the classic, even though she had tried everything from strawberry to bacon or salmon flavoured ice-cream from her father's travels. The classic kept her grounded, closer to home. Ice-cream was also one of the only pleasures that could always make Anna happy, another reason for the Ravenclaw to love it.

As Anna walked out of the shop, she noticed a familiar face. The really pretty brown hair she had simply struck a chord in her brain.

"Iva!" called the young Ravenclaw, grinning and walking towards the other girl. "D'you remember me?"

Iva had just scooped another bite into her mouth when a Ravenclaw called over to her. She looked over, pulling her spoon out of her mouth with a satisfying pop. Surprised someone was calling out to her, she gave a half-hearted smile and said hello.

"How are you..." Iva paused, then nodded, "Hannah, yes?"

She carefully place the spoon in the ice cream tray, making sure the spoon did not touch the table.

"Or is it Anna? I do not remember well," She gave a scoff, her Russian accent making this sound more harsh than meant.

"Anna, love," grinned the young Ravenclaw. She then took a lick of her good old vanilla ice-cream before having a look at Iva's banana split. "How's the ice-cream? Wonderful, isn't it?"

"D'you mind if I sit here?" asked Anna, gesturing to a chair next to her.

Iva looked at the seat next to her, then her ice cream, then to the girl.

"Sit, if you want," She shrugged, picking up her spoon carefully. She twirled to around a few times, then took a large spoonful of the banana.

"It is very nice." She murmured, "I never have Banana Split before."

Anna happily sat down next to Iva. She watched the other girl eat the banana split, and felt her lips water just the slightest. "You're making me hungry, Iva!" joked the Ravenclaw, licking a bit of her own ice-cream.

Anna's eyes widened. "No... no banana split?" she asked. "That must be a terrible life!"

Iva nodded, taking a huge bite and smiling.

"We also do not have toast," she shrugged, "It is not popular... but we do have Pashka and Oladi, which is much better."

Anna opened her mouth and closed her mouth again. Really, she was a bit shocked with what this girl had to live without. Even in Bhutan, where tradition was put above all else, people ate toast quite regularly, even if it was only rough bread made of of rough grain.

"Uh, what's Pashka and Oladi?" asked Anna.

Iva nodded solemnly, thinking back to the first time she had toast.

"I forget you do not have it here," She said, scooping her ice cream carefully and tasting it slowly. Yum, chocolate sauce. "Pashka is Easter dessert- sort of like pudding. Oladi is a pancake with jam and honey inside."

"Sounds delicious," Anna agreed, nodding her head gently. She then took a lick of her ice-cream. She watched Iva eat the ice-cream, and her mouth was watering so much she could feel her stomach rambling. "You really are bent on tempting me, are you, Iva?"

Iva nodded, a small smile upon her lips as she licked the spoon clean of the creamy liquid. She gave another spoonful, savoring it slowly, then sighed.

"Tempting you?" She asked, "I am just eating. Get your own,"

Anna laughed. "I'm not falling to temptation..." she said, trying to sound spooked out. "I'm never falling... since I only have a couple of Galleons left and I don't want to waste them."

Iva nodded, then stood up quietly to walk to the counter. A few minutes later, she walked back to Anna, another Split in hand. She placed it in front of the girl before sitting in front of her own drippy ice cream.

"You want one, yes?" She asked, "I have a lot of galleons; I do not care about spending,"

Anna blinked. She wondered why Iva was being so nice to her. Anna herself had never been that particularly nice to anyone at all, except for maybe Iris, or Alex, and definitely Nat. Though everyone had been nice to her lately. That just made the Ravenclaw feel guilty.

"T-Thank you, I-Iva," she whispered, picking up her spoon. "T-That was very nice of you."

Iva threw her hair over her shoulder, smiling. She threw her spoon out, full. This ice cream was so big; she sighed with content.

"I am rich," She bragged, " I do not worry about these things because my father owns a company. A big one,"

"My father works in an Embassy," Anna replied. "A Muggle Embassy, though he works there 'cause he's the only educated person around who can speak Dzongkha that's of age." The Ravenclaw then took a bite of her sundae. She could die in it now.

"That's cool!" Anna grinned. "Tell me about it."

"Ah! Embassy?" Iva waved her spoon, "I had to go there a few times. Green Card problems. It is all good now,"


"My father owns a muggle and magical drink factory back in Russia." She rolled the R in Russia, so prove her nationality a bit more than her normal accent would, " It is pretty nice,"

"Ah," Anna nodded. "They're awful places sometimes. Trust me. My mum is better off, though. She zooms around all over the world looking at exotic plants and animals and leaning about them." Anna then smiled at the thought of her childhood travels. "I used to travel with her sometimes. It was cool."

Anna's jaws dropped. "Whoa!" she breathed. "So do you get all the drinks that you want or what? Do you have pumpkin juice? No wonder you live a privileged life."

Iva snorted, shaking her head.

"No, no, they are alcoholic beverages. I am not old enough to drink them!" She smirked at the words 'pumpkin juice', " But your mother's travelling sounds fun as well,"

Anna laughed, "I'm not of age, but I've had more than my sip of firewhiskey." Anna paused to think about the night in the Room of Requirement. Her hair had been dyed now, though she knew the effects probably won't show until next lesson. "Firewhiskey burns," Anna added. "But it's wonderful."

"That is not good," Iva said sternly, her eyes looking at her spoon in a disproving manner. "Only the stupid drink before they are of age. Why would I even rush to drink? Drinking is big a Russia, so I have all of my life to try it,"

"It is supposed to burn, idiot- it is Fire Whiskey!"

"You have no idea how good it is, Iva," grinned Anna. "It makes me feel like a rebel." Anna the flipped her hair back before taking a bite of ice-cream. "Good point though. Firewhiskey," Anna laughed.

"Ach," Iva sighed, "Ach. It is not. It burns and tastes like cough syrup!"

Brushing the hem of her skirt gently, Iva frowned. Rebel? The word made her freak out slightly inside. The last time she had "rebelled" something bad had happened. Did this girl want trouble?

Anna tilted her head to one side and raised her eyebrow. "How do you know what firewhiskey tastes like without tasting it?" she asked. "And it doesn't taste all too much like cough syrup. I swear."

Iva stammered, caught in her own lie. Crud- she was going to have to tell the truth

"I have tasted it a few times, " She said honestly, "But it made me sick to my stomach,"