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

Lavender jostled out of whatever half-sleep state she was in when she heard someone making his or her way into her flat. The book on her lap fell to the ground as she reached for her wand. She wasn't sure she could get off any sort of decent spell to protect her just then, but at the very least she could have the illusion of it. Seeing Michael had calmed some of that, but not all of it, not until he said the Hamlet quote.

With a sigh that brought the promise of another emotion breakdown she gave the appropriate response. "Yeah, with all the boys and girls now." Lavender let go of the grip on her wand, reaching over to place it on the table next to the potion Michael made. Once that was sorted, she leaned back into the sofa. She pressed her eyes closed, not with weariness exactly, but mostly with the desire to keep it together.

She was being ridiculous, she knew it. Glad as she was to see him she couldn't help but think about what he said to her before and the mess they were standing in. Lavender wanted to hold onto him and never let go, especially because she couldn't help but feel that tomorrow would find somehow to be worse. What if tonight was the end of her world?