WHO: Lavender Brown and OTA Hyperion peoples (someone she knows would be great, seeing as she is an un-fluffy ball of angst) WHEN: Evening after Greyback is gone WHERE: Hyperion Roof WHAT: Lavender is questioning a lot of things right now. STATUS: Incomplete RATING: TBA
Lavender was sitting on the roof of the Hyperion, her feet dangling over the edge of the building. She wasn’t worried about falling; she had her wand at the ready in case she needed to say a quick charm, and she’d float to the ground.
She couldn’t understand why she wasn’t elated right now. Why she wasn’t ecstatic and jumping for joy that Fenrir Greyback had vanished. His scent was gone when she had woken up that morning, and instead of feeling happy she felt empty.
It wasn’t that she wanted Greyback to be around, quite the opposite. But for some reason Lavender couldn’t bring herself to smile, or laugh. Whatever she was going through now it almost felt like dying, only less nauseating, and her head wasn’t pounding.
She shivered slightly as she continued to look up at the moon. It was almost ironic that some people found it so romantic, when it made a handful in the city so deadly. It was almost a cruel joke if anything.
Lavender was trying to focus all her attention on the moon right now, trying to not think about being dead, not think about being a werewolf, not think about Greyback, not think about anything really.
But it wasn’t working.
Not by a long shot.
Actually, it felt worse than dying. Dying wasn’t scary it was peaceful. This wasn’t peaceful. This was positively soul numbing.