WHO Lavender Brown | Isaac Montague WHEN Sept 11 | Morning WHERE Isaac's flat | Cornwall RATING TBD
Lavender had hardly slept the night previous. She poured over the words in her journal, drunken confessions that she ought to have dismissed as nothing more. Hadn't she asked Isaac to hide his feelings in not so many words? She didn't want to deal with this, she didn't want to tangle their lives together again. And yet it had become increasingly clear that despite her desires, she already was tangled with Isaac. She thought about him too much, she wanted to see him too frequently, she made inclusive comments with words like "we" and "our". It was supposed to be nothing more than friendship but his tenacity had worn against her until she was letting him in, against better judgement.
No doubt one foot was on the otherside of the door though. She was scared and she felt like everything told her to run the other way. He had already hurt her, she didn't need to give him a chance to do it again. But hadn't he proved something? For months he had been here, next to her, no matter how hard she had fought him. Wasn't that character revealing also? Wasn't it what she had needed?
By the morning she had decided they needed to talk. None of this hiding behind words on the page. More than likely, he'd remember nothing or take it all back now that he was sober, but she decided to go see him none-the-less. She had even tried her hand at backing scones that morning to take with. Lavender hadn't tasted any of them because she was scared to, frankly, but he had requested to do so.
As she stepped out of the floo in his flat she dusted her dress off and called out for him. "Isaac! Are you home?" She'd brought coffee and hang-over potion as well, hoping to help with what was sure to be a bad hangover.