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

Lavender leaned into to the touch, grateful for the contact. She didn't let a lot of people in these days, it was easier to keep them at a distance, to not have to worry about how they might react to thought of touching her like she was diseased. And he wasn't wrong, today wasn't going to be easy for anyone, facing the ghosts of their past with the knowledge that this time Harry wasn't coming to save the day. Truly that was what weighed on her the most.

"Lavender Brown at 17 had the world in front of her." She also had boys interested in her and actual interest in pursuing the possibility of second dates or sometimes just being kissed. "And I'm a baker that people don't quite know what to make of because," she paused to swallow, "Greyback attacked me and I survived mostly unchanged. And now Harry is dead, there are nightmares that I don't think are nightmares and this feeling that what I told myself when I was here was a lie - maybe it doesn't get better."