WHO: Lavender and Hunter WHEN: After this WHERE: The Hyperion (probably Lavender's room) WHAT: Patrouns Lessons STATUS: Incomplete RATING: TBA
Since finding out Dementors had come to LA, Lavender had not been able to relax for a moment. This really was one of the worst possible things to happen, other than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself and the Apocalypse, of course.
She had no idea why she offered to give Patronus lessons. She was in no way that qualified a witch. She should be sending Hunter to Hermione or Harry, or anyone else at the Weir. What if she messed up in teaching him, or anyone? What if they died because of her?
Lavender pulled at her hair. Why couldn't they have one moments rest? Just one? Why couldn't anything good happen here? Was that too hard to ask, something good. Something that would make this continued fight make sense, make it worthwhile - asides from the fact that those who are good have to fight evil as it's part of the job description.
She paced her room, waiting for Hunter to come. Hoping against hope this wouldn't be weird, considering the last time he saw her she was dead.