"There's really no denying that hair," Ivy agreed. That fucking Weasley hair. She loved it and hated it.
"It's not the facts I'm talking about. It's what they imply about our personalities too. It's like they've figured out how to hone in on every insecurity I have and print it for the world to see." Ivy tipped back her own bottle and gulped down some more beer. What if Fred did love Angelina? What if Ivy was just a plot point in their love story? She couldn't shake the worry that it was all true.