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

It wasn't better, but there was some sort of comfort in the validation of what she felt. This was all set to end horribly. "Someone I know well will be wounded." She thought of the people she knew who were marked, or even the people like Michael who were choosing to stand by her even as all of her other friends thought she was wrong or crazy. "By who? Or who for that matter?" And why not me? Only she didn't ask that last question. Lavender certainly didn't eve want to consider if she was the one who would injure her friend.

"I mean, do you see anything about why this is happening? Why the broken horseshoes, the three of swords, the wheel reserved or even why me? What makes me marked?" Lavender pulled out her notebook that held all of her thoughts and readings about what was happening. "There has to be something I could do, figure out the pattern, protect who is next, stop this Pandora woman from killing someone else because I think she's watching me."

Lavender was asking a lot of questions, but she needed a lot of different answers and Professor Trelawney so far was the only one to give her anything. Even if it wasn't the best of news, it was something, which was better than nothing.