Who: Lavender Brown and OTA (maybe someone she doesn't know well for awkward moments of her eating raw meat? idk idk) When: Now. Where: Hyperion; kitchen What: It's a transforming night, and Lavender is craving raw meat, thus a pre-transformation snack Status: Incomplete Rating: TBA
There really isn't anything romantic about a full moon, Lavender decided. She had no idea why a trendy fashion magazine was saying kisses under a full moon were special. But then again it wasn't like she remembered much from the full moon to begin with.
While it was true she had finally accepted what she was, that didn't make actually being it any easier. The transformations, the cravings, everything about being a werewolf was still awful. Sure there were perks like the heightened senses - she was now a great tracker which had helped in at least half a dozen situations, but other than that...
Sighing she sat down at the table and slowly began to eat from her Tupperware container of raw meat. She sucked some blood and meat juices off her fingers, staring into space. She didn't really care of the smell of it bothered anyone, if they didn't like it they could leave. She was here first after all, it was childish, but right now Lavender couldn't bring herself to care.
All she was focused on was once again getting through the next three nights without killing anyone - or getting killed herself. Then it would be back to worrying about the Dementors and He-who-must-not-be-named, and if her friendship with Hunter would ever be normal again, and well...pretty much everything.