Lavender wasn't quite sure what to do with herself, she all ready cleaned all floors, and dusted all the book shelves, she polished the piano, and painted her toenails, and it was only early evening. Flopping down on the sofa in her living room, she stared at the package her mother delivered a few days ago and considered opening it, but she all ready knew what was inside. Probably a few rolls of parchments, new inks and quills, and a pile of magazines - both muggle and wizard. Lavender knew her mother was attempting to motivate her to actually do something other than sitting around her cottage cleaning and isolating herself. Lavender knew her mother only had her best interest at heart, but Lavender could not honestly pull herself to do it. Sighing heavily, she curled her legs under her body and pulled her journal onto her lap. Flipping through the pages, she read entries about her friends going out and having fun. How most of them were excited about Quidditch, others were planning barbeques and parties, and others were going to the beach. It made Lavender a bit envious, and sad. In the back of her mind she knew that she could have as much fun as the next person, but her own paranoia always got the best of her, and just when she thought she could muster up enough confidence to venture outside... she managed to talk herself down.
The sound of the doorbell made her stop looking through the journal. A wave of anxiety washed over her as she sat there perfectly quiet and still. Who could be calling at this hour? Staring at the front foyer, her ears were tuned to the sounds, trying to determine if someone was outside. Swallowing back her nerves, she pushed the journal off her lap and climbed to her feet. Lavender could pinpoint why she was so scared, but she knew she was not expecting any visitors. What if an angry mob was outside waiting to kill her? What if it was a pack of werewolves ready to claim her as one of their own? What if.... what if it was, oh Merlin, the more she thought of it, of the more she found herself paralyzed with fear. Nails began to dig into her palms as she clenched her fists.
Swallowing back her nerves, she peered out the window next to the door to try and see who was there, however, she didn't see anyone. She half expected to see mass of pitchforks and torches. Blinking, she stared out onto the darkening street puzzled. Her gaze did catch a glimpse of a package on the steps and she had to gasp. What if it was a bomb? What if someone was trying to kill her? What if there was a boggart inside of there? What if this was a horrid joke? Biting down on her bottom lip, she pulled out her wand, and unlatched the locks on her door. Pulling open the door, she kept her wand poised on the package as she looked around outside. The cool early evening air hit her face, and her breath got caught in her throat.
Toes barely stepped outside as her wand swished and flicked to send the box hovering before her. Fingers carefully ran over the package, before pulling it closer to her, and looking over the handwriting on the box. It looked vaguely familiar but she couldn't remember where she saw writing like that. Plucking the note from the package, pale blue eyes scanned over the writing. It was from Percy. A tiny smile crept over her lips, as her eyes widened.
He got her the pygmy puffs she wanted?
Gasping, she tossed the note aside and ripped open the box to see two pairs of large eyes peering up at her, as both began to squeak in the most adorable fashion. "Oh Merlin." She sighed, as she pulled the box closer to her, and stepped back into her house. Closing the door, she locked it and turned to move into the living room once more. Both pygmy puffs began to squeak in unison as they looked up at Lavender expectantly. That bright smile remained on her lips as she placed the box on the table and lifted up the note once more. It was so thoughtful of Percy and she could not think of a better gift, especially since she was feeling rather lonely, and she really did want a lavender pygmy puff after Fred announced they were being marked down. She was going to have to write a thank you to Percy. This was one of the nicest gifts she ever received from someone, especially because he put so much thought into it.