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

This was bad. She was pretty sure it might even be getting worse. Then there was Michael yelling, actually saying the truth because Ernie wasn't helping. This whole thing was just plain messy. Lavender turned around, looking back into the depths of her closet and caught sight of the journal and the two little messages Michael sent her since.

Worst rescue in the history of rescues seemed about right because she didn't feel like she was being rescued. The flat was maybe secure, and there probably wasn't going to be bodies on the other side, but that didn't mean that she would like what she saw.

Quietly and with a focrus she was trying to muster up, Lavender began unlocking the layers of wards that kept her safe in this room. The process wasn't quick and she was someone who knew what she was doing. This whole thing was just exhausting. She could have died and there were boys being boys, even if they were doing what they thought was right and it just wasn't helping.

For those in the bedroom, her closet door would have seemed to shimmer back into existence. As the door slid open, a decent shield charm went up in the now open space as a sort of just in case. Ernie might have said that he was being professional, but it didn't sound that way. Sighing heavily she addressed her flat as it were once more. "Just stop," she said, "please. I'm whole. I'm safe. I'm out and I just don't want to be here anymore." She didn't really want to be anywhere right now but that wasn't exactly an option.