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

Lavender looked up from her journal and her awkward left handed writing, but her wand was not leaving her right hand anytime soon. It was the best weapon she had at that moment. Swallowing, she noticed that the voice was louder and that Ernie, if that was Ernie of his own violation, was probably in her bedroom now.

Glancing down at her watch, she still had a few more minutes. If it was Ernie with his team of hitwizards, they would probably start trying on her wards to this room and unlike the ones on her flat, right now, this fought back. And if it wasn't Ernie, well, then speaking up could provoke the person into doing something stupid while she was still a bit more safe. Lavender pushed herself to standing, leaving her journal open with the ink on her last message to Michael still drying.

She took a few steps closer to the door, her heart was still beating like a hammer in her chest, but she could do this. Shaky as the world felt right now, she was still a Gryffindor and while it wasn't exactly a plan, doing something was probably the best course of action right now. (It would be a shame to die a coward.) With a flick of her wand she made it so that she could cast her voice out into the flat. "Or you could be her, so yeah, let's try that one again."