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

The lights were on, but Lavender wasn't at home, not exactly. After rather dramatically throwing her journal across the room, she had tugged on an old jumper and headed up to her roof. She wasn't wearing at shoes and the wood was cold on her feet, but didn't care exactly. For a little while, she was somewhat content just ripping at her garden boxes, pulling the things she should and some she shouldn't. She just wanted to get her hands dirty in way that she could control.

She almost didn't hear the knock at her door, because it had been so quiet. Except that she was jumpy and she heard everything. Lavender glanced at her wand sitting on the table, but didn't reach for it as she scooted over so she could look over the edge and down at the landing to see who was knocking at her door.

"Seriously, Michael? Seriously?" Lavender shook her head, looking down at him outside her door, takeaway in hand torn between finding a way to make him go and begging him to stay. Settling between the two resulted in her throwing two carrots down at him. "What are you doing here?"