Lavender Brown (en_lavender) wrote in enigma_rpg, @ 2009-03-08 19:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, 2004-03, character: hannah abbott, character: lavender brown |
RP: Crazy Little Thing Called Love
When: March 8, 2004
Who: Lavender Brown, Hannah Abbott
Where: Clink Street flat
Private/Public: Private
Rating: All ages
Summary: Lavender bakes, thinks and dances. Multitasking Lavender-style?
Today was a day for indulgent chocolate brownies. It was probably too much sugar and not at all good for her, but she couldn't really give a flying fuck about her exercise and diet today. She wanted to wallow in chocolate and wear old legwarmers, anything to see if she could actually feel at home in the flat again.
Funny, she hadn't felt properly at home anywhere since her parents had divorced. Then, she'd moved in here, felt that feeling and lost it again just as quickly. She didn't feel at home here right now, like she didn't quiet belong anymore.
Lavender slid the tray of brownies into the oven, humming to the jazz that she had pulled out of her record collection. She didn't know what she was going to do about this whole brain-twisting situation, but eating too much chocolate seemed like a good idea in the mean time. Maybe it would help her think, or decide. She wasn't sure what.
She gave the timer a firm twist, licking a smear of batter from the back of her hand. She didn't know how to deal with this situation. It wasn't one she had ever imagined herself being in, but what she did know was that she couldn't share. She couldn't change that. That wasn't who she was, no matter how determined she was to try. For all that Richard wanted to bring out her inner wolf, she was realising that perhaps he didn't see the whole picture. Maybe he just saw the appetite and the strength and the speed, but she didn't think that he understood the territorial side of her nature. That pack instinct was coming out, but packs had a hierarchy, and that was one thing that they definitely didn't have in this group, nor would they ever because that defeated the point of things being equal.
The only thing that seemed to be equal right now was that they were all apparently miserable with the situation. Relationships weren't meant to do that to you. Lavender never thought she'd say it, but she wanted what Cass had. Happy and smug sounded really good right now.
Maybe the brownies could help a little bit with the happy part, at least temporarily.
She could ask Richard to choose. He was right at the middle of this, the one who had drawn them all together. Or she could make that choice herself if he couldn't. Leave. She wasn't sure where she could go, other than take Penny up on her offer, even just for a few days. She didn't want it to come to that, though, and she knew that it simply wasn't as easy as all that. Apparently Harry had seen fit to ask her to work with Susan and Richard against whatever war was brewing. Just another layer of complication to matters. Another reason she needed brownies.
The record slipped to another track and a small smile crept onto her face as she dumped the mixing bowl in the sink. She loved this song, and the smell of the brownies starting to bake were already helping to start lift her mood.
Lavender skipped out of the kitchen, finding a clear spot in the living area. She waited a couple of bars to find the beat, then gave a couple of experimental kicks. She hadn't done a jive since she was little, back when dance lessons were the highlight of her week. Kicks from the hip and flicks from the knee - all sharp angles and constant movement. Just what she needed.
At least, it was until she misjudged her footing on a spin and tumbled laughing onto the sofa. Her sides started to hurt from the laughter as she curled up. If she was laughing, at least she wasn't crying.