Lavender Weasley (hajalla_kukka) wrote in impetuousrpg, @ 2011-11-27 14:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: lavender brown |
Who: Lavender and her Parents
What: Staying home for a couple of days / Telling her parents she got married
When: Monday morning
Where: Her parents house in Kent
Rating: Medium for Language and some Lav smack-downs again.
Status: Complete
Lavender had left the Gala earlier then she normally would. She'd skipped right past tipsy and went straight to drunk. Which was probably what lead her to her parents in the first place. She'd spent a good deal of the rest of the night talking, or fighting, with Bill, which was exactly what she hadn't wanted to do. She just wanted to tell him she was sorry and spending a few nights at her parents house. Which probably wasn't the best idea. The last time she had seen them, her mother had smacked her for getting herself pregnant and being happy it wasn't a Flint baby. She hadn't told them she'd lost the baby and she hadn't told them she gotten married to a Weasley. With her mother's reaction to how she had talked down about Marcus, she had come to the conclusion, without any real hard evidence, that her parents were at least lightly connected to the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Lavender must have been a real disappointment to them.
She'd tried to make it up the stairs once she'd finally stopped talking to Bill for the night, but had stumbled and ended up sleeping on the couch for the rest of the night. She would have gone right to the cottage on their property, but she wanted her parents to at least know she was here. When she woke in the morning, she was covered by a nice wool blanket and her parents were talking lightly in the kitchen. There was a hangover potion on the table beside the couch, which Lavender drank down, thankful to her parents.
Slowly pushing herself from the couch, Lavender finally made her way into the kitchen. She wasn't looking forward to this, and her steps were slow to show it. It took a moment for the hangover potion to kick in anyway. And another moment to realize she was still in her gown from the gala last night. She probably should have gone back to Shell Cottage when Bill told her to come and get her things. Everything up in her old room would have been much to small, and would have looked silly to be magically stretched to her size. Besides, she really didn't want to be seen wearing silly shirts with butterflies or faeries or something equally as thirteen of her.
Lavender gave her parents a weak smile when she finally pushed her way into the kitchen. They stopped talking immediately, eyes traveling over her body to make sure she was okay, stopping at her, once again, flat abdomen. "Are you alright, princess?" Her dad asked cautiously. Lavender had always been his little girl, and she'd always had him wrapped around her finger. Her mother on the other hand, was just staring hard. They hadn't ever really gotten along and Lav didn't care for her much. Lavender finally shook her head in answer and started to cry. No longer drunk, she could actually see that Bill didn't want her around, that he wanted her things gone from his house. That she had effectively fucked up her entire life AND the werewolf laws were supposed to be voted on today. A part of her just wanted them to be passed. She'd tell her story to that damn book writer who was pestering her and then give herself over to the Ministry, like they wanted. She didn't know how to change her life, every time she tried... things kept going back to shit. It wasn't in her cards to be what everyone else wanted from her, as much as she wanted to be that person. The only time she ever kept herself in check was around Julie.
But she couldn't even think about Julie right now. Her chances of ever getting her little girl were diminishing by the second. Her shoulders started to shake as her father finally came and guided her to a chair where an extra mug of tea had been placed for her. She wanted a normal family, one where her mother wasn't looking at her like she currently was. Her mother didn't love her, Lavender wasn't the boy she had wanted when she first married. She wasn't even in love with her husband. They weren't an arranged marriage, but Marissa Brown... she had married for the money.
Lavender's tea shook and spilled over the sides and finally her mother just took the mug away from her, pushing her chair from the table and moving to the sink to deposit the mug. "Where's Roger?"
"I kicked him out."
"Where's the baby?"
"I lost it right before my second trimester."
Her mother and father nodded, not bothering to ask why she hadn't told them. Lavender had always been much more interested in her peers then she had been in telling them things. They used to read the papers, but had given that up when a lot of the gossip had been false. Now they waited until Lav finally did decide to tell them things. Which wasn't often. Her father placed his hand over her still shaking on and squeezed a little. "Can I stay here, daddy? I don't think I..." she trailed off. She wasn't sure how to tell them she got married. And it had to be done nicer then when she had told them she was pregnant.
But then. She was Lavender Brown. She didn't do things the nice way. And maybe that was what got her into this trouble, but it was what her parents expected of her. "I'm married. To Bill Weasley. And I don't think I can go back. He told me to come and get my things last night."
Yeah, her mother looked murderous now. "You got married? ...To a Weasley?" Her cheeks were pink as she stalked back over to the table. "First that Quidditch halfblood and now a Weasley? What the hell is wrong with you Lavender?" And that's when her mother's hand snaked out and slapped her across the face. "You should know better! I raised you better then that!" Lavender didn't answer. She knew her mother's anger would just rise if she said anything more.
Perhaps that was the trick to being what Bill wanted from her. Picture everyone else as her mother, their ire rising and her hand smacking across her cheek. Marissa seemed to know that that was the way to get her daughter to shut up and stay in her place. It had worked ever since she was a little child. And this time, well, Lavender didn't have Roger around to speak up for her, to tell her mother to back off, to get her out of the house. Lavender didn't have anywhere else to go right now, and that was her fathers one downfall. He let Marissa do as she pleased, let her get away with things that she probably shouldn't have. Thankfully though, for the moment, Marissa just left the room. She would be able to calm down later, but Lavender would still avoid her, just as she always had.
"Of course you can stay for a little while, Princess."