Who: Lavender Brown and Peter Petrelli (future) When: After this Where: MacArthur Park What: A talk. Status: Incomplete Rating: TBA
Lavender was not looking foreword to talking with Peter. Not in the least. She would rather have to see Fenrir Greyback right now, than see Peter, and that was really saying something. She sat on a bench in the park, dressed in a very baggy hoody (used to hide both herself and her various wounds from her 'night on the town'), with the hood pulled over her head.
She couldn't help but keep playing the 'what if' over and over in her mind. What if she had killed Claire and Aaron Littleton? She had killed that little girl last month, without fully being aware of what she was doing. But Claire and Aaron? She really had wanted to kill them. Especially Aaron.
There was no way she could tell anyone else about being a werewolf now. Even if the residents of the Hyperion were understanding and accepting, Lavender highly doubted they would be now.
She shifted uncomfortably in the bench and pulled at the far to long sleeves of her hoodie. A tiny part of her hoped something would happen, something at the hotel which Peter would have to deal with meaning he couldn't come for their talk. But she highly doubted that would happen.
Sighing, she decided that until Peter came she was going to glare at the ground. Who knows maybe he'd mistake her for a homeless bum and leave, it was unlikely but worth a try.