RP: A Quiet Sunday When: March 29, 2004 Who: Lavender Brown, Richard Summerby Where: Clink Street flat Private/Public: Private Rating: All ages Summary: Sometimes all you want to do is curl up on the sofa.
This last week had been something like a numb blur. Mostly numb, though - the small funeral service for her grandmother on Friday had struck her with a startling clarity and was probably the only thing that she could use to pinpoint what day it was. It was another week where she hadn't made it to work and didn't really feel much inclination towards it, either. She didn't feel much motivation towards anything, really.
Possibly the only good thing that had come out of this week was that Tallulah was out of the hospital. Lavender was pretty sure she was going to need some sort of therapy, but at least she was nearly completely physically healthy.
Lavender prodded the remote control to start the film, settling back on the sofa and pulling the blanket closer around her. She needed to stop being so bloody cold all the time; it was the stress that was making her so run down and she knew it. Sighing, Lavender picked at the large slice of chocolate brownie that was still warm and gooey from the oven. It wasn't that she was particularly hungry, or even craving chocolate, but more that she'd needed the therapy of actually making it.