lαveɴder вrowɴ. (lavandula) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-03-15 00:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | clark kent (comic), lavender brown |
WHO: Lavender Brown and Clark Kent
WHEN: Tonight during the full moon!
WHERE: Streets and parks, possibly several places
WHAT: Lavender is so focused on helping those at the Weir, she forgets to take her potion and gets out! Luckily Clark finds her!
STATUS: Incomplete
RATING: TBA
NOTE: When Lavender is back in her normal form, she is going to beg Clark not to let anyone know she changed. So those at the Weir feel free to notice her missing, but she’ll never tell anyone what happened. This includes Hyperion people too. Those cuts and bruises she’ll end up with...she’ll come up with some lame excuse later.
Lavender had been working very hard to make everyone at the Weir, a bit more comfortable. Which felt odd considering that she was the outsider not them. At least she knew what they were all going through, though it was probably much worse for them. She hoped it would be easier for them, then it was for her when Hunter disappeared. But really, she knew part of that was her fault. They had been like a soap opera, a poorly written one, that got canceled and the story lines ended up being tied up in a very awful way.
Lavender pulled her hair back in a pony tail as she walked through the Weir, trying to organize her thoughts. Maybe she could make them all a nice dinner, try to be as similar to Hogwarts as possible.
“I’m being ridiculous,” she told herself, stopping in the lobby. “I could never do that!”
That, she added mentally, and they need a friend, not a den mother. Lavender sighed. She just wanted to help. She had felt so useless around LA lately. Sure she could help fight the good fight against the bad guys, but sometimes – she just wished she could do more. She felt a bit stir crazy. Maybe the after effects of dying, coming back, and losing Hunter were worse than she thought...
Suddenly Lavender’s eyes widened, and her hands began to shake, and an all too familiar feeling seized up her stomach.
“No!” Lavender choked out. “Oh Merlin, no!”
Her voice soon turned into a grunt, her hands became claws and...it was not pretty. The tears that had began to form in Lavender’s eyes vanished into fur, and in the psychical sense at least Lavender was gone. Completely gone.
The wolf that once was (or really was was?) Lavender burst through the doors of the Weir, and then went barreling down the street. It could smell life - young life and it was hungry. Very, hungry.
[ooc: I better make myself some werewolf icons :D]