Lavender Brown (lavenderblue) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-10-20 08:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 october, 1998 september, harry potter, lavender brown |
WHO: Lavender & Open
WHAT: Lavender tries to See the future
WHEN: Sunday night
WHERE: Gryffindor Common Room
RATING: TBC
STATUS: OPEN
It sounds truly crazy
And true, the vision's hazy
Lavender was furious. It was good, in a way. It seemed like a long time since she'd felt any emotion quite so strong as anger, that wasn't just the same endless sadness or fear. Anger she could deal with. All right, so somehow thanks to what that monster Greyback had done to her, she had occasional glimpses of what was either the future or the distant present, which were sometimes so terrifying they made her physically sick. So theoretically that made her a Seer, which was something she'd wanted desperately since she was thirteen, and had spent the last four years merely pretending, a child's game of crystal balls and tealeaves and tarot cards and astronomy - the latter two of which Parvati was much better at; Lavender had never been much good at memorizing all the potential interpretations - and now was actually real, in a horrible, hideous way that she wished she could give back, but what good was it? What good was it, when the things she Saw were so far away in distance and so close in time that she could do nothing about them but scream and cry and throw up? What good was it when she hadn't seen anything that had happened to Seamus and Neville and Anthony, when she hadn't been able to save them? When she hadn't been able to save Dean's mum - poor, poor Dean - or even warn him about it? There were Death Eaters and worse, not just out there, somewhere, indistinguishable, but in here with them, and what good were the unpredictable powers of poor, damaged, Lavender Brown? She had to be able to do something. She didn't have her own crystal ball anymore - she'd had a small one but it'd been smashed when she'd torn her room apart over the summer, so she'd swiped one from Professor Trelawney's room when she wasn't looking. She could have asked, of course, but then she would have had to explain, and she was quite sure that even her favourite Professor couldn't help with this. Professor Trelawney did not believe in miraculous hallucinations. Lavender went up to Gryffindor Tower with the heavy crystal ball weighing down her bag, for once not noticing how much the cursed scars ached with every step, found a small, low table in the corner, sat on a cushion on the floor beside it, thunked the thing onto the table so that the fog inside swirled theatrically, and glared at it. She was still sitting there, staring almost without blinking, several hours later when people started going to bed. She almost had it, she was sure. Like a flickering in the corner of her eye. She almost had it. She'd See something, any second now. |