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

Lavender would have found the whole situation sort of fitting and quite Romantic - as in the great literary movements. Her sister had always described the Romantics as fools standing on a beach whining. Only she wasn't really whining, she trying to figure out how to become more than a victim. She was scared, but she had been scared before, and her life was on the line, but she still had some sort of power. It wasn't over yet.

She knew he listened, that he had been an ally and maybe she took that a given sometimes. Rather than comment on it, because what was there to say, she just laced their fingers together.

"I don't know, I'm still trying to figure that part out, but I have an auror one apparation away because she thinks that he's going to come back and finish the job, but what about all of us with marks? And far as I know they haven't gotten anything, when it's the same for them." Oddly enough the fact she was likely to be attacked or killed by two different things didn't really bother her as much as she thought it would. If anything she was bothered by the 'advantage' she seemed to have with access to help if she needed it. "And that just doesn't seem right."