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lavender is sure that living is worse (lavishly) wrote in pandorarpg,

To think her day had actually started off well enough. Still in a good mood from the night before she had gone into the bakery a little later than her normal time to complete her orders and free up her Saturday. And with one pieces of news that she knew wasn't going to be good from her aunt's face, her day took a total three-sixty. From there she had simply settled into the routine of the task at hand, baking far more than she needed to, but there was comfort there. And at least the shop she wouldn't have to be alone.

Eventually she did have to go home. That was when she started experimenting with the vegetables she had sitting around her kitchen and she started making pies. Pies that she had no intention on eating because Lavender Brown didn't eat when she was stressed or she felt like the world was too chaotic for her - especially when no one was watching. So, in the big scheme of things it was a very good thing that Seamus invited her out to Blackpool.

Once the pies were out of the oven, she boxed them up to apparate with them. From there, it was just a matter of grabbing her well-worn and loved pink hoodie, tugging it on over her clothes that still smelled like a morning of baking and apparated over to Blackpool. She was impressed she had managed to do it on the first go and not be missing any of her extremities.

It was a short walk up to the familiar house and a matter of impressive balance to knock on the door without dropping the pies.