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Lavender Ariel Brown (lavenderdreams) wrote in wizangst,
@ 2008-02-01 17:54:00

Who: Lavender and Pansy
What: a bit of a confrontation
When: late evening, Sept 2, 1997
Where: the kitchens
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Status: complete

Bored was not a good thing for Lavender. The day of classes was pretty lack luster, dinner was a quiet affair where she mostly ate just vegetables and some water. She spoke with some of her friends. Then went back to the dorms where she quickly finished her Charms essay. Honestly she didn't know what they were thinking giving homework on the first day?

Stretched out on her bed, Lavender was just putting the finishing touches on her essay when her stomach started growling. Having not eaten much earlier, she was in definite need of some food. She glanced over at her nightstand where a copy of last weeks gossip rag lay, already partly thumbed through. She shrugged as she got off the bed and tucked it in her robes. It was better than nothing, until the next issue arrived. She pulled her hair back and grabbed her wand then headed out of the tower and down to the kitchens.

A short time later, Lavender was happily seated at one of the tables eating mashed potatoes covered in gravy and had a rather impressive looking sundae seated next to it that she had yet to touch. She was happily engrossed in her magazine, reading about Kirley Duke's lastest escapades with some beautiful but relatively unknown model and had no idea that anyone else had entered the kitchens other than the usual bustling of house elves.

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lavenderdreams
2008-02-02 08:20 pm UTC (link)

Lavender should have known better than to expect any sort of pleasantness out of the other girl. She was sure that all her unpleasantness wasn't just at catching Lavender at her worst, so she tried her best to remain polite. "I didn't eat dinner, so I'm hardly being a glutton." It was only a partial lie.

"What are you down here for? Did you want to sit down?" She really didn't want to sit with her, but she was trying to be nice and what else could she really say? Lavender was sure Pansy would either be snide or flat out refuse.

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meanandgreen
2008-02-02 10:59 pm UTC (link)

There was something in Lavender's pasted-on smile that made Pansy just want to rip the girl's expression right off her tramped-up face. Was it pity? Oh, Merlin, it looked like it was. That whore. Did you want to sit down? Did Pansy want to sit down? No, she wanted a fucking drink, that's what she wanted. But, apparently, fuck-all if that was happening tonight.

"No, I don't fucking want to sit down, you imbecile," Pansy snarled. "I wanted a fucking Firewhiskey. You know—that stuff celebrities are always photographed drinking in your snivelling stalker rags." She surveyed Lavender critically. Merlin, she could still see the pity. This wasn't fun and games any more. Pansy wanted the girl to burn. "Then again, why do you need to know what Firewhiskey is? You're a perfectly good slut without it."

Ouch. That was uncalled for. Maybe. Maybe it was uncalled for. A flicker (maybe even a wave?) of regret crossed Pansy's face before she remembered Lavender's pity, and then the revulsion rose in her throat once more.

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lavenderdreams
2008-02-02 11:21 pm UTC (link)

Lavender's smile faultered as Pansy continued to unload her bile on her. By the end of the Slytherin girl's little tirade she actually felt like crying. Still, she refused to give Pansy the satisfaction. She turned back to her magazine, closing it and pushed the rest of her food away. Lavender really didn't feel like eating anymore.

She took a deep breath and turned back to Pansy. Lavender looked the girl over and crossed her arms. "Are you quite done being the heinous bitch that everyone expects? I'm sorry your parents were killed. I'm actually honestly sorry. My mum was quite beside herself over it. I can't possibly imagine how you must feel, but I'm not going to sit here and let you be completely vile to me for no reason."

Lavender slid the magazine back into the pocket of her robes. "Oh and for your information, I'm not a slut. Not that I should even have to tell you that." She stood from the table and dusted off her robes.

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meanandgreen
2008-02-02 11:33 pm UTC (link)

Wait.

Her parents' deaths had been, among the many war deaths, the casualties in the minds of the consciousness. In the midst of everything, even those who were there had barely noticed, and maybe it was for that reason that Pansy hadn't told anybody. Not even Daphne.

But Lavender knew. Of course Lavender would know. Their mums... old schoolmates.

And now everything was coming back to and washing over Pansy at once: guilt, bereavement, devastation, pure and utter hatred.

Pansy, cool, collected Pansy, could feel hysteria coming on. She wanted to fall apart. But she was not alone, and hell if she was going to lose her composure in front of a little Gryffindor bint.

Not even Lavender.

"You're right," she said, after what had felt to her like ages of silence, and she was appalled to hear that despite her best efforts of control her voice was still choked with unreleased sobs. "You can't possibly imagine how I must feel."

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lavenderdreams
2008-02-02 11:44 pm UTC (link)

Lavender was ready to walk out and leave Pansy to her angry little tirade. She was no Hermione and if Pansy wanted to take out her wrath and frustration on the house elves so be it.

When she actually spoke though, Lavender took a closer look at the girl. Pansy looked as cold as ever, but her voice gave her away. It was probably completely foolish of her but her empathy won out over her good sense and she walked over and hugged Pansy. "I'm sorry, Pansy."

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meanandgreen
2008-02-02 11:57 pm UTC (link)

Pansy hadn't been hugged in ages. Her mother (emotional and affectionate) had embraced her frequently, and even her father, far less of either, had hugged her often. Lavender was a good hugger. Lavender's hug, more than anything else, so very nearly pushed Pansy over the edge into wrapping her arms around the other girl and into fucking fucking fucking cathartic tears and a burning burning desire for comfort that she knew the other girl would fulfill. Because of the thoughts that had already been occupying her head, Lavender's hug very nearly pushed Pansy over that thin edge.

And for this, Pansy hated her.

Nearly as badly as she wanted to return Lavender's embrace and sob for hours, she wanted to shove the girl off and snarl words that would destroy her and break her.

But she couldn't.

All she could do (and even for this, it took all her strength to resist both of the alarmingly violent pulls urging her to do otherwise) was stand stiff as a board, harden her voice to metal, and speak coldly, "Thank you."

Pansy Parkinson was apologizing. It was unheard-of, after all. She figured that anybody could tell that she meant it. But she didn't even care about that so long as they could also tell that it was imperative that they let her be alone.

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lavenderdreams
2008-02-03 12:15 am UTC (link)

Lavender hardly expected the girl to respond and part of her was a little glad she didn't. She wasn't sure she'd really know what to do with a sobbing and somewhat affectionate Pansy Parkinson. Still, she hadn't shoved her away and that was something she supposed.

As soon as Pansy spoke Lavender released her. She stood back and prevented herself from shaking her head in sympathy. Lavender was sure that Pansy wanted none of that. She looked down at her shoes and scuffed them lightly on the floor before replying. "You're welcome. I'll leave you to your drinking."

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meanandgreen
2008-02-03 12:24 am UTC (link)

Pansy shot Lavender a halfhearted sneer in response and wandered further into the kitchens, away from the other girl, with her nose in the air. It wasn't long before she'd found Dobby, who (much to her annoyance but not at all to her surprise) shrunk well back upon seeing her. Sure she hated the rat but he worked in the kitchen and she needed her Firewhiskey and goddammit she was going to make this crying thing work for her if she had to. Although she tried to maintain her cold and regal air, she didn't bother controlling the warbles in her voice when she told the house-elf, "I would like to have some Firewhiskey."

Well, now that he realized she was on the verge of crying, she could see Dobby slowly straightening back up from his shying-away posture. She needed that fucking Firewhiskey. Grimacing internally, she added one word: "Please." And soon Dobby was telling her to follow him.

Finally.

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