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

Today had been one of those mornings that Lavender was glad she didn't have to work the counter or even see the front of house if she didn't want to. Her morning had been off to a bad start when she was woken at three o'clock to be told there had been a break in at her flat. And being right about what she saw yesterday didn't do a thing to calm her nerves, not when the original database was missing and to add insult to injury, Skipper, he beloved Betta fish was dead.

She had been told more than once that she didn't need to come in to work today, but she needed to do something and Michael's kitchen just wasn't good enough. And for the most part it had gone well, at least until the Daily Prophet hit the streets and people started to come in asking after her. Normally any increase in customers was a good thing, but Lavender didn't want to have to talk about how she (probably) saw Pandora Zurlo in her fireplace yesterday.

So, she had stayed tucked away in the back, not bothered by the curious masses at least until Eliza stopped by on her way to work to check in. Their relationship was strained on the better days, but her sister had invited her over for dinner later today so they could catch up. How she had actually made it through the breakfast rush and was starting on some of the desserts for the midday rush was probably more a result of stubbornness more than her ability to do her job well. Merete seemed to understand that as well and in a slower moment popped back into the kitchens to suggest that in place of her break, Lavender just called it day.

While she had been insistent to work five hours ago, now she was done. The exhaustion from it all had finally caught up with her and she was ready to go relax, especially as Merete had offered Lavender to head upstairs to their flat and rest. So, she hung up her apron, adjusted poppy pin on her shirt and made sure that the baker's assistants could handle the rest of work for the day. Normally she would have simply gone out the back, but she wanted to grab something to snack on from the front.

It probably wasn't smart to wonder how this day could get more complicated or worse because with her luck the fates would find a way to show her. So, she wasn't that surprised that during a precursory scan of the shop her eyes locked with Seamus's. Lavender rustled up just enough of that same determination from before to approach him rather than run in the other direction. "Look if you're here for a repeat of yesterday maybe we can save it for another time." Her words came in a long sigh. "It's already been a really long day and I just can't handle anything more, okay?"