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

As a student Lavender had always looked up to Professor Trelawney. The woman was a mentor and almost a sort of unspoken spiritual guide. Once the battle and Hogwarts was behind them, that was still there, but she liked to think of Trelawney as a friend or at least some sort of cool aunt. Although she never could quite manage calling her Sybill, even when asked. And after the day she had already she was grateful to be meeting with a beloved professor. Lavender felt lost, she needed someone who didn't even on some minor level thing that Divination was hogwash to talk to, and really she needed some sort of guidance.

Lavender had owled Professor Trelawney last week, asking if they could set up a time to chat. At that time she was interested in her readings as well as wanting someone else to try to make sense of her dream database. Only now it had a different sort of weight. After the incident in her flat, Lavender was unsettled. Her aura was probably all sorts of horrible colors from her fight Seamus, the not-nightmare causing nothing but havoc, the stupid wheel of fortune and three of sword. Oh and that little fact that she was pretty sure she was going die because Pandora was popping into her fireplace to watch her, and she was sure that was what happened.

Still, Lavender had tried to pull herself together, at least enough to make sure that Michael wasn't about to stop her. This was the sort of meeting she needed right now. Besides, in part part Hogwarts was safe, like way more safe than her flat, and Michael had even come with her to Hogsmeade just in case. Really, she had only been alone for that sort walk toward the castle gates where she was intercepted and properly greeted by Hagrid. He walked with her to the castle, checking her in as an official visitor before seeing her off to the north tower.

Her stomach lurched walking through these corridors, her mind remembering breaking down here just a week ago. Although Harry's services felt almost a lifetime ago and maybe to some extent it was, so much had been happening. She didn't expect that talking with Professor Trelawney would make it all better, but hopefully it wasn't about to get worse. And at least this office was a neutral ground here. She and Parvati had spent many hours outside of class up here, back when the world felt a lot easier. "Hello Professor," she said a small smile tugging on her face at the sight in front of her. "It has been far too long since we've had a chance to actually meet."