Don't Cry for Me, Argentina (Owl to Ivy from Rachel)

[racheltherunner]

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[tamwood]

Ivy, of course, had noticed the fact that Rachel was missing - and had scoured the castle in search for her. Twice. Eventually she came to the conclusion that while Rachel was good at hiding, she wasn't that good, and she must be somewhere else.

She hadn't been so infuriated and so worried in a very long time.

Hence why the random bird landing on her shoulder and dropping a package at her feet was definitely not what she'd expected. Especially when she was halfway to Hogsmeade for some... business.

The reply was written on a crumpled bit of paper Ivy had had in her pocket, and a pen that had probably seen better days. And the painting was so confusing that she'd thank Rachel later, once she had any idea of why Rachel had given it to her.

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Rachel,

By the Turn, where the HELL are you? Do you have any idea how much I've searched this freaking castle for you?

- Ivy

[racheltherunner]

Oh. Ivy was mad. Freaking great. Sighing, I blew back a strand of hair with an impatient huff, and wiped some sweat from my eye. I was crouching outside a bar in the bushes, trying to look inconspicuous, while I waited for my mark. Not the best time to be conducting correspondence, but it'd have to do.

And I was not at all thinking about the fact that Ivy had looked through the castle for me. Apparently more than once.

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Ivy,

I'm fine. And sorry, I had to get out of got called away. Suddenly.

Sorry.

Do you hate me?

- Rachel

[tamwood]

Obviously, a bird flying between Argentina and Scotland would take considerable time - so by the time Ivy received the next letter, she was already sitting at the nearest pub. The painting was up on the bar next to her, and no matter how many times she looked at it, she still didn't understand why Rachel had brought it for her.

At least now she had a ready supply of fresh paper.

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Rachel,

Sure. I know you have an addiction to danger, Rachel, but sometimes this just gets out of hand. Let me guess - you went looking for the most 'interesting' run you could find, didn't you?

If you come back in pieces, I'm not sewing you back together.

Where are you? I'm not going to come running after you, it just... makes me feel better knowing.

- Ivy

[racheltherunner]

Wow. Ivy was...wrong. It was amazing, incredible even, but her great Tamwood senses were way off base on this one. If it hadn't been so sad, I might have laughed.

I didn't leave to go find the most dangerous run I could, like some adrenaline junkie. I'd picked a random flight and gotten on it so I wouldn't be there anymore. So I would have as much physical distance as my bank account could allow. The runs I was doing? Just something to pass the time.

Speaking of...

"I'm not a hooker!" The one line I'd learned in Spanish. Who knew that leather pants, halter tops, and hoop earrings translated half a world away to 'lady of the night'? But, having successfully shoo'd off my would-be johns, I settled back down to keep watching for my mark and reply to Ivy.

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Ivy,

Yeah. That's me all over.

Don't worry, I'm not coming back going to be fine. No sewing needed.

Small town. You've never heard of it. Look, I just wanted to let you know I was all right. So...now you know. We good?

No, seriously. Are we good?

- Rachel

[racheltherunner]

A day had passed. One whole freaking day. And no reply.

All right, maybe I'd let my temper get the best of me. Maybe. But damn it, Ivy, you can't just be all blood happy and then not answer me! I was sick with worry, guilty as hell, and driving everyone around me insane with my random pacing and muttering. The woman who ran the cafe near my room thought I had some evil eye or something.

So, another owl. And then one sent an hour after that one. The third followed close behind.

Turn it, I was getting an answer.

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Ivy,

If you've killed someone, at least tell me so I know where to send the cake with the file in it.

- R

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Ivy,

I'm sorry I

Don't ignore me. I will get Jenks involved and then you'll be annoyed to death. Twice.

-Rachel

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Ivy,

TURN IT ALL, TAMWOOD, ANSWER ME.

-Rachel

[tamwood]

It was a pretty common fact known amongst vampires - if you bled a person to within an inch of their life, one would stay content for upwards of a day and a half. Oh, Ivy hadn't killed the poor man, she'd left him enough blood to live on. She wasn't a killer.

The bombardment of owls didn't even wake her up, seeing as she tended to sleep like the dead when full.

But when she woke, Ivy rubbed her eyes and blinked to focus her vision, taking in the three letters at the foot of her bed. All from Rachel, of course, and sounding increasingly frantic. Frustrated, Ivy's tucked her hair behind her ear and set about penning a reply.

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Rachel,

I was sleeping.

Also, I thought you said you didn't want me to write to you when I was 'like that'. I was simply doing you a favor, sparing you the thought of the mean old vampire hurting the innocent people.

- Ivy

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That's what Rachel got for making her do anything when Ivy was still post-sleeping grumpy - cranky letters.

[racheltherunner]

Oh, thank the Turn. Actually sagging in relief, my forehead hit the table with a sold thump. I hadn't slept, couldn't eat, had been out of my mind worrying, and that freaking vampire had been napping. If I wasn't so happy to find out she wasn't holed up in some dump draining winos dry, I'd stake her myself. Well, the least I could do was some biting sarcasm. My specialty.

With a hand only slightly shaking, I jotted off a note before heading home back to my room for a solid three hours of sleep. Runs would wait for no witch, no matter how idiotic said witch's former roommate was.

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Ivy,

Well, good to know you're still among the living and non-incarcerated.

You know how much I hate it when you

Glad you found something to your liking. Should I get you matching collars, or is that too last year vamp gauche?

- Rachel

[tamwood]

At least Ivy could find ways to distract herself and try to not think about the fact that Rachel would likely be sending a letter. She was not going to wait for it like a clingy pre-teen desperate to find out what their object of affection was going to say next. Definitely not.

So, she showered. She ate. She read the next chapter of a book she was halfway through. But the lingering feeling of waiting would not go away - made stronger by the fact that she was no longer completely full and satiated.

And by the Turn, Ivy hated the slowly returning feel of guilt. Made worse by Rachel's returning letter. The only possible option would be to carry on like last night and pretend that she didn't care.

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Rachel,

Collars are out, matching wrist-cuffs are in. Didn't you read the latest edition of Shadow Fashions?

- Ivy