Lavender Isabella Brown (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lavvy) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} dearlyrpg,@ 2008-01-13 21:14:00 |
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Who: Lavender and Blaise
When: Monday, September 14 - before lunch.
Where: Potions classroom
What: During Potions class, Lavender and Blaise converse via the magical journals. Lavender 'confronts' him about the bet he and Draco have.
Rating: PG-13, for language.
It was only ten minutes into Double Potions and Lavender could barely take it. 'It', of course, meaning the amount of time she had to be in the same room with Blaise Zabini. Ever since Parvati informed Lavender of the bet between the Slytherin and Draco Malfoy, she had been unable to contain her anger. It wasn't just anger at Blaise, either, but also at Parvati. Perhaps the girl had just been able to get over it quicker than Lavender because she knew about it longer, but it still bothered Lavender that she seemed not as bothered by it. Was Parvati not upset about the marriage law? Lavender had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't. Probably because the Malfoy family was prominent. Though it pained her to think that Parvati might be that shallow, Lavender did her best to rationlise that her best friend was probably just more even-tempered than her (though she also knew that wasn't true).
Lavender chanced a sideways glance at Blaise and was almost surprised that he didn't seem to be paying much attention to her. Immediately, she felt disgusted by her surprise and sighed loudly causing a few people to look over at her. Lavender usually took her magical journal everywhere with her, just in case some piece of gossip broke out. It would be horrible for her to be the last to find out and that just couldn't happen. Now, however, she was thinking about using it to write a private note to Blaise. At the moment they were writing notes, but Lavender knew she could get them from someone else later. She flipped shut her book of bound parchment and traded it for her journal.
Quickly and discreetly, she scribbled the following:
Private to Blaise Zabini: You disgust me.
As soon as it was done, she turned her head again to stare at him. She hoped that he could feel her eyes burning into his flesh.
When: Monday, September 14 - before lunch.
Where: Potions classroom
What: During Potions class, Lavender and Blaise converse via the magical journals. Lavender 'confronts' him about the bet he and Draco have.
Rating: PG-13, for language.
It was only ten minutes into Double Potions and Lavender could barely take it. 'It', of course, meaning the amount of time she had to be in the same room with Blaise Zabini. Ever since Parvati informed Lavender of the bet between the Slytherin and Draco Malfoy, she had been unable to contain her anger. It wasn't just anger at Blaise, either, but also at Parvati. Perhaps the girl had just been able to get over it quicker than Lavender because she knew about it longer, but it still bothered Lavender that she seemed not as bothered by it. Was Parvati not upset about the marriage law? Lavender had a sneaking suspicion that she wasn't. Probably because the Malfoy family was prominent. Though it pained her to think that Parvati might be that shallow, Lavender did her best to rationlise that her best friend was probably just more even-tempered than her (though she also knew that wasn't true).
Lavender chanced a sideways glance at Blaise and was almost surprised that he didn't seem to be paying much attention to her. Immediately, she felt disgusted by her surprise and sighed loudly causing a few people to look over at her. Lavender usually took her magical journal everywhere with her, just in case some piece of gossip broke out. It would be horrible for her to be the last to find out and that just couldn't happen. Now, however, she was thinking about using it to write a private note to Blaise. At the moment they were writing notes, but Lavender knew she could get them from someone else later. She flipped shut her book of bound parchment and traded it for her journal.
Quickly and discreetly, she scribbled the following:
Private to Blaise Zabini: You disgust me.
As soon as it was done, she turned her head again to stare at him. She hoped that he could feel her eyes burning into his flesh.