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

She squeezed his hand back, using it as a sort of focusing point. So far Michael had only helped her and getting mad or frustrated at him when she was really upset about other things wasn't going to help any. "I'm okay," she said, which wasn't the complete truth but it wasn't a lie either.

"I just wish...well, no if I was wishing for things I wouldn't start there, but things are happening so fast, Harry's dead, other people are dying or might die and there's nothing to keep us together, so it's like we're all turning on each other." That was how she saw it. For as bad as things were at Hogwarts, they had stayed united, kept each other safe as they suffered some common experience. Only that didn't exist anymore. This time around they were adults, all out in their own lives, five years gone from actively being part of any sort of army and all with very different things to worry about.

"And I don't want her to be killing people anymore, I don't want anyone to be killing others, but I'm not crazy. I'm not."