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

The knock on the door pulled her from her most recent nap. She uncurled from her place on her sofa, picked up her well-worn copy of As You Like It on the coffee table along with her reading glasses. (The very pair that she only ever wore when no one else could see her.) Stifling a yawn, she crossed her flat to go answer her door and presumably let Michael in.

She still peeked out the window first, wand within easy reach just in case. She couldn't but smile to see him standing there, which was quickly complicated by the fact he had brought flowers. Sure as she had been, it didn't mean that she wasn't terrified about whatever they were doing. But it was a new day and she wasn't feeling like the world might end within the next five minutes.

There really was something to be said about a solid uninterrupted four hours of sleep coupled with naps through out the day. It put things in a new sort of perspective. Even dressed in nothing more than a jumper and some comfy pajama pants, she didn't look quite as peaky or on edge as she had yesterday or the day before when she had gotten all dressed up. "I'm glad you decided to stop by," she said opening the door to let him in. "Although I'm hoping that the flowers aren't because I was completely wrong and the meeting last night was a total disaster."