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

Lavender jumped at her watch buzzed, warning her that someone was through her wards. She readjusted the grip on her wand in her right hand, unable and perhaps unwilling to unclench the McQueen heel she had in her left as a sort of back up weapon. Her pulse was racing again, trying to blink away the tears she didn't want to be crying.

She was going to die and if not - God, didn't Michael say he was coming over? What if Pandora had killed him? Or the hitwizards Ernie sent over. All of them dead because of her and here she was stuck in her safe room - nothing in, nothing out.

There was still time before the automatic deadlock seal on her safe room expired. At that point, she was still pretty safe because it would take a considerable length of time for someone not her or her mother to get through the wards. However, at that point she could also choose to leave, but to find what? Whatever was happening in her flat didn't sound good. Would she find bodies, blood everywhere? Would some crazed woman be waiting for her, only to smile, say something creepily witty and disappear with a promise to see her soon, because prolonged fear probably make the killing better.

Everything was just spinning now, her breath coming in short gasps. Lavender felt undone and probably looked the part, but she didn't know what to do. Right now she was just a girl, admittedly safe in a closet for the moment with a wand. Really all she could do was wait until her time was up, listening for some clue as to what was happening out there.