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

Lavender cut off a piece of her cake, but didn't eat it. "Well, there was a bit of a nasty exchange with Justin in the journals before that so when I saw them I honestly tried to just keep going because I wasn't exactly up for being attacked or something." She had even told them as much because yes, she was feeling better but that didn't mean she wanted to deal with open hostility when today was meant to be a break from the world as it were.

"Except Bianca stops me demanding an answer for why I have suspicions about her like I've been running around telling everyone what I think when all I did was tell you and then ask you to tell the people at the meeting." And maybe that all could have gone differently if it had been a different time of the month, but it wasn't and she had been scared. She still was afraid for her life. "Which I'm sorry about because apparently it was like way more hostile than I thought it would have gone, but they should know because I could be wrong, but what if I was right and it's not impossible."

Lavender hadn't wanted to put Michael in the middle of something, but he had offered and there really was no way she was going anywhere last night. "So, anyway, I told her about not fitting the pattern, her nightmare the first night and her visions and you know also that she doesn't have a spot like all of us who are marked for dead do. Which she doesn't - have a spot and...God!" Lavender paused shaking her head, because of everything how mean Justin had been to her really bothered her. "Then Justin looked at me like I've caused him some great offense before he went off with her saying he was going to prove me wrong."

She had gotten herself all worked up now, totally making her question the worth of the cream cheese. Lavender tried to not let it get to her, to remind herself that she was supposed to be telling Michael, not yelling at him. This wasn't his fault, but she needed to talk to someone, even if for her talking was lots of words stumbling on top of each other all at once.