Yeah, something was actually, definitely wrong with her. Ivy just didn't know what.

"Nah, lucky guess," Ivy said, with a shrug of her shoulders. "But I don't think your thumb's broken. Just sprained."

  

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He frowned for a moment, the nag of intuition disguised as suspicion, but then she said exactly what he wanted to hear. He let out a breath and then a chuckle of relief. "Thank Merlin for that, then. It's not even my wand arm so no need to tell the chief now."

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Ivy let herself crack into a real smile. "You ought to be more careful," she said, more lazy than chiding. "Or let me teach you how to fight better."

  

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He could only grin, raising his shoulders in a bit of a hopeless shrug. The unfortunate thing was.. he'd been trying to be careful ever since he'd nearly had his arm torn off doing the same thing.

"What, like now?" He asked, throwing a doubtful look at her over his shoulder as he went to check the kettle. "Using my hands is the whole problem. I'm good with my wand."

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Ivy huffed out a laugh at him. "Then why don't you use it instead?" she said; her tone was in jest, but she was honestly half-serious. Using his hands clearly wasn't working out for him.

If she was going to occupy his dreams, she would like them to be more peaceful.

  

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He threw up his hands in a flailing shrug.  Her guess was as good as his. He just kept finding himself in hands-on situations no matter how much he tried to avoid it. 

"I usually do!" He brought the sugar container to her side of the table, which clearly only held enough for one cup, unaware he was pacing a bit.  "Just every time I get hurt its when I didn't."  Going through the rest of the tea motions, he gradually considered that maybe avoidance wasn't the solution.

"So, instead of potions it'd be a better right hook?" he joked, finally joining her back at the table for the delayed tea and rolls.  It was funny to remember that she had tutored him in school and was now offering to again but the idea was kind of growing on him.  If she could save him from more work blunders...

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Another laugh came out of Ivy's mouth unbidden. She took a small pinch of his diminutive amount of sugar and sprinkled it into her tea. "I've taught people before," she said, "So if you want to learn — just know I won't go easy on you."

A sly smile creeped onto her face. She didn't think that Dorset would be daunted by learning from a woman, and it would be fun to teach him — and maybe she could save him from getting hurt.

  

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It was his turn to laugh. He'd couldn't even imagine her holding back and he wouldn't want her too. "What happens if I win?"

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Ivy wrinkled her nose at him. "Unlikely," she said, in a dry tone. "I could give you a prize, though. What do you want?"

Did he know that he was flirting with her? Ivy hadn't decided whether or not she was flirting back, but she was fairly confident that Jack was flirting with her. Whether or not it was purposeful remained to be seen — some men were just like that, or so she'd been told.

  

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He looked rather proud of himself that he'd earned one of her nose wrinkles. It was almost as good as a laugh but those were harder to come by. "You've never seen me fight..." he protested lightly and crossed his arms over his chest, settling back in his chair to think of prizes. He could ask for any number of absurd things for all the chance he had.

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