WHO: Lavender Brow & Percy Weasley. WHAT: Percy has to do his Ministry duties, Lavender is forced to allow someone into her house. WHERE: Lavender's cottage in the countryside. WHEN: 11 o'clock. RATING: G - PG
Lavender wasn't sure about how she felt about the Ministry coming into her home. She understood that Percy Weasley was just doing his job, but she felt safer if he did it from his office. Wasn't that the point of the journals to begin with? Rolling out of bed at 8 in the morning, Lavender sighed. Another restless sleep left her feeling more exhausted than the day before. Running fingers through her blonde hair, she grabbed a robe and headed for the bathroom. Maybe a shower would help with the build up of anxiety. It wasn't just the prospect of Percy Weasley coming over, it was everything that happened from that battle at Hogwarts. Lavender never imagined her life to end up this backwards and ruined. She had dreams, she had plans. She had the potential, and all of that was destroyed by one single scratch. As the hot water hit her skin, she shivered under the stream and closed her eyes. She supposed it could have been worse. She could have been killed, she could have died, and that would have been the end of Lavender Brown. Or... Fenrir could have bitten her and she could have been transformed completely into a werewolf. Literally shaking underneath of the spray of hot water, she quickly finished her shower, attempting to wash the thoughts from her mind and from her body.
Tossing on a simple floral summer dress. Lavender didn't bother to look herself in the mirror as she ran her fingers through her hair and flicked off the light to the bathroom. Heading downstairs, she turned into the kitchen just to find her owl sitting on the back of a chair, looking at her expectantly. Glancing at the creature for a moment, she took the letter off its talons and found it was a notice from her mother. Glancing over the parchment, she sighed and crumpled the page up. "Of course." Grabbing a cookie from the jar on the counter, she offered it to the owl who took it happily and hopped to the window sill. Watching as the owl extended it's massive wings and took off into the morning sky, Lavender was filled with envy. It wasn't fair that her owl could have such confidence to fly around as it pleased, but she could barely step out of her house without having a panic attack.
Eyes looked back at the letter that was tossed onto the table. She really did wish her mother could be here with her, but she understood that she had other commitments. Her father likely wouldn't get her owl until Wednesday, he was a very busy man. The kettle on the stove began to whistle, snapping her out of her thoughts, as she moved robotically to make her tea. Catching a look at the clock, she sighed. 10 am. Where did the past two hours go? Swallowing nervously, she moved into the living room and took a seat behind the black grand piano. As she took a slow sip of her tea, one finger ran over the ivory keys before depressing and allowing a sweet steady note to fill the air. Placing the tea on a coaster atop the piano, fingers immediately brushed over the keys once more.
A tune that she memorized years ago began to play out over the piano. So this is what Lavender Brown's life has been reduced to? Sitting at home, alone, playing the piano. The more she thought about how pathetic she seemed the more depressed it made her, and as each note drifted from the strings, she couldn't help but pour her heart out into the music. It was the only thing she could still hold on to that didn't fade away into fair and self loathing. It was the only thing - in her eyes - that wasn't a hideous monster.