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michael corner is reluctantly growing up (mlcorner) wrote in pandorarpg,

Michael shook his head. "So we are all liars then? For Merlin's sake, Lavender, why can't you just accept what people tell you? And there's something more to it, then say so instead of being cryptic about it? No one can know anything about you if you aren't going to let anyone in. That's the whole problem you've had for the last five years. Maybe that's why you're such a mess; you could probably use your bloody friends who miss you."

Michael threw his hands in the air. "Harry isn't the only sodding one capable of doing anything around here. Voldemort and Harry were wrapped around one another and yeah, we needed Harry for that, but this hasn't got anything to do with Harry. This Pandora Zurlo woman, if that's who it is, isn't doing this because of Harry, alright? We need more than just him and we've still got Hermione and Ron besides." Well he knew that Weasley was a bit of a train wreck right now so he might not be of much use but hopefully Hermione would still be.

When Lavender started to cry he approached her again to try and hug her once more, because it was the only thing he could think to do for her. When he spoke again it was much quieter and soothing. "I know that it is soon for all this to be happening, but I know that there is much more that you can accomplish for us besides dying for someone else. Besides, your death isn't going to prevent someone else dying so far as we can tell. We have to figure this shite out—that's what's going to keep people from dying from this. If I could take this on for you, Lavender, I would. I swear that I would." He sighed, because he really hated that she had to deal with these memories on top of the moon and whatever else she might be feeling.