Who: Lavender Brown and OTA (a vampire would be cool, but yeah XD As long as someone doesn't mind raw steaks and blood :]) Where: A Pub When: April 8, 8:30 pm What: Lavender deals with 'PMS-like' symptoms of her upcoming transformation into a werewolf Status: Incomplete Rating: At least PG-13
Lavender had woken up in a horrible mood. Actually beyond horrible. She had no idea why but she was livid with anger. Of course she instantly blamed Ron. If he wasn't here everything would have been much simpler. But then again Malfoy's mum, Snape, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-And-Will-Hopefully-Soon-Be-Killed, and Lily Evans were here too. Bloody people! For once in her life Lavender wanted to be left alone, she didn't care about having a boyfriend, gossip or being popular. But could they allow her that? No. Of course not. Lavender wouldn't be surprised of Hermione Granger or Harry Potter himself showed up. Which only cause Ron to torment her even more.
Right now Lavender felt half tempted to hex them to...wherever she possibly could in this place.
She had spent most of the day being angry in her apartment. Trashing things, and hexing at passers by from her window for talking too loud. She was debating sending a nasty howler to Ron, telling him no woman in their right mind would want to snog him, and she only did so because he was a last resort and if her memory served her correctly very willing.
As it got later, she was overcome by a craving for raw meat. A craving with more intensity then she had ever had before. So she left that idea and decided to head for the nearest pub.
Her wardrobe choice reflected her mood. She was clad in mostly black; tight black jeans, knee high black heeled boots, and a tight red shirt and a leather jacket. Her make-up was set to match as well, layers upon layers of thick black eyeliner and mascara. If it wasn't for the fact she was so angry looking she may have looked like an 'emo kid.'
Upon entering the pub, almost all eyes turned on Lavender, but whether it was out of fear of her coming her way, curiosity or men being men and being attracted to a girl in tight cloths and leather it was impossible to tell. Lavender dropped into the nearest booth and glared daggers at the waiter until he came over.
"What can I get you, ma'am?" the waiter asked. He was cute, Lavender would give him that. And he smelt...different. Lavender wasn't sure why, but he did.
"Steak," Lavender replied.
"And how would you like your steak?"
"Raw."
"Raw? Do you mean rare?"
Lavender glared. "Do I look like I mean rare?"
"I um..."
Lavender lent forward and yanked the man down by the collar, pulling him so their faces were only inches apart. "I asked for raw why is that so hard for you to comprehend!? What kind of useless git are you?!"
She released him, causing him to stumble slightly. "I ah...okay. Okay," the man nodded, looking more then a little afraid of the tiny blonde. "Anything else?"
"Make sure it is fresh," Lavender nodded, her lips curling into a smirk. "And bloody?"
"Are...are you a vampire?!"
Lavender's smirk vanished and she now pulled out her wand. "I'm in a somewhat charitable mood, because I realize that most of you Muggle's don't understand about my magic. So I'm willing to give you a second chance, because I'm not an evil witch," she was half smiling now, the kind of smile one gives when they are desperately trying to hide how angry they are. "I wasn't in Slytherin, I didn't join team He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I'm a Gryffindor, part of Dumbledore's Army. I fought in the bloody Battle of Hogwarts - therefor I am a hero! But if you don't get me my steak...and if it's not fresh and raw and dripping with blood..."
Lavender didn't need to finish her sentence because the waiter had took off for the kitchens, and most of the people around her had taken off for the doors. Not that the blonde cared at all.
"I loathe this place!" she muttered under her breath, drumming her nails (which had been painted black with red splattered on them - like blood and had grown considerably longer) on the table.
Of course if Lavender wasn't so angry, she may have realized that a full moon was coming up, and the fact she was feeling like this was by no means a good sign. But even if she did, she was so mad and irritable and craving raw meat she probably wouldn't have cared.