Harry Potter (marked_to_live) wrote in impetuousrpg, @ 2011-08-16 01:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: harry potter, char: lavender brown |
Who: Harry and Lavender
Where: Lav's place.
When: Late Monday evening.
What: They're lonely and wanna watch a movie...
Rating: TBD..
Status: Ongoing.
Part of Harry immediately felt guilty when he agreed to come over: what exactly was this? Was he making a terrible mistake and betraying a woman he did in fact care a great deal about? No, no he wasn't; it was the volition in which he said it in his own head that convinced Harry he was doing the right thing in life by being there for a friend. She wanted, she needed a friend; one with Ice cream apparently, and a decent enough sized shoulder to cry or lean on, no matter what it was. If he was honest with himself, he'd say that her offers were highly tempting, but he also knew that was because Lavender was a beautiful woman, who seemed so much more than what people made her out to be; however, that didn't mean he'd ever act on those temptations. It simply made him male.
All he knew was that Lavender was sitting alone in a home, going through some of the toughest moments of her life, without a friend in the world coming to her aide. That wasn't right, and if Harry Potter had anything to say about it, which he did, she'd at least have the chance to vent, cry, or simply lean and wash away her pain for a night. Ginny'd understand--if Ginny were ever even around. He knew she was busy with Quidditch, but ever since she'd gotten her own place she'd become slightly complacent to his existence. That was fine, she had her own life after all; he just wish he knew where he stood with her still, after all they both knew that getting back together was going to be a trial after the way it had ended.
He loved her though, and knew that she'd be back in time; so, at the moment he'd be the best of a friend he could be for someone who needed it desperately, and made his out of his house, and took to apparating to Lavender's home. When he appeared before her door, he looked it over and smirked as he reached up to lightly knock on the wooden frame, cradling the chocolate ice cream in his right arm.
He wore a white t-shirt, plain and taut against him; with slightly loosened sleep pants obviously thrown on recently, probably meaning he'd changed to come over. This was made more apparent by the pair of boots he had on that were untied. He realized he looked like he just rolled out of bed, but it wasn't like they were going out on some night on the town or something. He didn't want to keep the poor girl waiting, after all.
He knocked again for good measure, then took a step back waiting for his classmate to make her way to the door.