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Lavender Brown (__lav) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-06-21 15:19:00

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!2003: 06, !incomplete, lavender brown, percy weasley

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.

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weasley_percy
2010-06-23 10:06 pm UTC (link)

He held her hand tenderly, "But they are both away at the present. I think perhaps you should not be alone this moon next. If you will allow me, I will come and lend you what assistance you need," and he squeezed her hand in support, "Bill does have trouble, every month. While he does not change, it is quite difficult for him."

Percy paused, "You should meet with him. I think it would bring you more comfort to know that you are not the exception," and he held her hand still, moving it to rest on his own knee, "There is no shame involved in what you are experiencing. I would think you are very, very brave to face this, shouldering the burden on your own as you have been."

His eyes didn't leave her face, as he sat next to her. He wanted to put his arm around her, to lend her more comfort and support but the notion struck him as inappropriate and absurd. He should no be making an suggestive moves on a girl when she was clearly vulnerable.

Even if she was incredibly beautiful.

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__lav
2010-06-26 12:05 am UTC (link)

Sniffling softly, Lavender pulled her hand away when placed it on his knee, "I'm sorry, Percy, I really do appreciate your concern, but..." Swallowing slightly, she placed the kerchief on her lap. "I can't let you do that, mother and father will arrive here before the full moon, and I would hate to burden you with my...." Pausing, she looked down at her hands and shook her head. "problems." She really wanted to add that she was so utterly ashamed of the type of woman she became at each full moon, but she couldn't bring herself to expressing that embarrassment without breaking down into tears again.

Shifting slightly on the couch, head lifted to finally bring her gaze to his. Once more that tiny smile crept across her face, "But thank you, it was very sweet of you to offer. I have lived this way for five years, I consider it a habit at this point." Staring at him for a moment, she realized exactly how close he was to her, and she could feel her heart skip a beat. Just having another person at this close proximity made her realize how much she missed such a simple social interaction.

Fingers lifted subconsciously, as she could feel herself tempted to trace her fingers along his cheek. However, she stopped midway, and blinked, fingers poised in the air. "Um..." Clearing her throat, she immediately pulled her hand back and turned to look at the tea, "Sorry. I... How do you take your tea, Percy?"

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weasley_percy
2010-06-26 12:16 am UTC (link)

It was like a spell had been broken, and Percy also realized how close he was in proximity to her. He could almost smell her scent and he could definitely feel her form against his. But he had not offered rashly, "As long as your parents will not leave you alone, I can understand your hesitation at accepting my offer," he said, sounding slightly formal but pressing past it, "You should not hesitate to contact me, should some unforeseen situation arises and you find yourself without aide. Lavender, I have seen many things in my experience," he said, as he shifted away from her slightly, "And as much as you think your...afflictions may startle me, I can assure you, they would not," he said, meeting her eyes and giving her an encouraging smile.

"Of course you are well practiced at this," he added, his tone confident and not dwelling on her emotional reaction; it told him that as much as she protested that she was adjusted, she really was not dealing well with her changes to her life. It made his resolve to help her even stronger. He observed her move to distract him slightly and this time his smile was larger and more open, "I am a Weasley. How do you think we take our tea? Sweet, with lemon. It becomes more that treat that way," he said as he watched her prepare it, "Although I think I take it far less sweet than my brother Ron does. You two were well acquainted at one time, I recall. Do you see many of the old crowd from school?"

He wasn't sure how social she was; if she had slipped through the cracks with the Ministry, had she fallen out of communication with all of her old friends as well?

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