WHO: Lavender Brown and Jack Landors WHERE: A bar WHEN: Not long after this WHAT: Drinking and talking (and a bit one sided at that) RATING: TBA STATUS: Incomplete
So many people had told her with each passing full moon it would get easier, they told her she'd become more in control of the wolf and things would get better. Right now Lavender was convinced they where all liars. Things weren't getting easier, they weren't getting better...
...they were getting worse.
This wasn't like a Doctor Jekyll/Mr Hyde type thing, there wasn't two distinct personalities when she changed. She was still her, she was still Lavender, but something had simply shifted. It was hard to explain, it was hard to understand, Lavender didn't understand it herself. All she knew is that when she wolfed, it was still her and most of the time she liked it.
Yeah, she had taken precautions. She had asked Castiel to kill her if it ever seemed that she was more wolf than human, and to not hesitate at all. She had made the same bargain with Peter when he was here. But that didn't really change things, it didn't stop the awful feeling in the pit of her stomach sometimes. This horrible feeling that she could lose control and the possibilities of what could happen.
She told everyone she was okay. She told them she was going to live life to the fullest as werewolves didn't have long life spans (which was very true), but it didn't change the fact that every night she'd stare up at the moon and wonder how long it would take before she snapped.
Maybe things would be better if she offed herself now. No risk. No risk of hurting anyone...ever.
Was she just being stupid? Lupin handled it didn't he? Or was he good at faking it too?
Lavender closed her eyes trying to stop all the thoughts in her brain, she rested her head on the table (which was nice and cool). She sat at a booth in one of the many bars of LA Jack wasn't even at the bar yet and Lavender was already well on her way to being drunk.