lavender is sure that living is worse (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lavishly) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
This morning and day so far had been utter rubbish. The row with Seamus totally ruining anything good she might have been able to carry over from yesterday. And then talking to Dean didn't make her feel any better. If anything, it all just made her feel worse, so much worse. Normally she stayed to work through the lunch rush, but she just couldn't manage to focus enough to stick around to frost the last batch of cakes. So, she made the batters and decided to call it a day a little bit earlier than normal.
She felt like was going crazy, slowly, in pieces. The not-nightmare last night unnerving her and the fact that she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. So it was probably a good thing that she had double checked and added to her wards yesterday. Lavender needed to feel as safe as possible and then to actually be as safe as possible.
Not bothering with a shower, she collapsed heavily onto her sofa. She threw an arm over her face, debating whether she should give her afternoon nap an honest attempt or just lie here for a few moments before finding something else to do. Only she didn't have time to really give it too much thought before she naturally drifted off to sleep. Lavender might have slept a good deal the day before, but she was still tired, apparently still carrying a sleep debt. Unlike her last actual dream when Michael was there, this one started off less violently, but still just as worrying. This time she was being chased again, running after her friends begging for help and each of them turning away from her.
Tossing around on the too small sofa, her mind seemed to register the crackling fire place a few feet away. Her eyes fluttered open, still not fully in focus, to catch sight of bright red hair in her fireplace. Which seemed to translate to her dream where she turned a corner to come upon Justin. She didn't want to ask him for help, but everyone else had turned her away. He was her last hope and he even seemed sympathetic to her needs, ushering her into his home, offering her food and drink. For a moment it felt safe, until with a flick of his wand he bound her to the chair and she heard that laughter again.
'Such a foolish child, thinking you can beat this.' Bianca then walked into the kitchen, a smile wide on her face. 'You did well.'
In the dream, Justin smiled back at her, pressing a kiss to her cheek in a very loving manner. 'Do you think that I might...?'
'By all means.' With a perverse sort of glee and another deliberate flick of his wand he conducted a hoard of Cornish Pixies to descend upon her.
They didn't have time to get her this time as she awoke with a start to even worse horror. There was a face in her fireplace. Lavender screamed, fumbling on the sofa, her heart pounding in her ears. And then when she looked back it was gone and the fire was out. But she knew it was there, she knew, it had to be there. She was awake.
Still frantic she reached for her wand and temporally threw up a sort of barricade in front of her fireplace. It made her feel a little bit better, but she didn't feel safe. Pandora was watching her. God, did that mean she was next?