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

Lavender wasn't sure if it was better or worse that this was happening in such a public setting, but here they were. She bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head at the comment about him knowing that she'd been through a lot. As far as she was concerned he didn't even know half of it. And it wasn't her things that were stolen, but one very specific item that just made her all sorts of uneasy, but as far as she knew he wasn't connected to that so she didn't feel the need to correct him, not when he went and brought up their row from the other way.

That had been a real punch to the gut. Every bit of that row unsettled her, made her question if they were even friends at all. "You know what hurt the most? Still hurts the most?" Swallowing, she blinked back the tears welling in her eyes. The last thing she honestly wanted to do was cry with an audience, but she was on edge. "Is the fact that regardless of if you thought I was off my rocker or not, it was with a total disregard for the fact it was, still real for me, and that I'm not okay. And sure, maybe it's easier for you to just think that I'm being nutty Lavender Brown, but that's actually worse for me."

And sure, she did sometimes keep her friends at safer distances, but nothing was safe anymore. That much seemed abundantly clear and she was torn between the warning of keeping her friends close because she would need them and wanting to put as much space between them as possible because she was dangerous.