Challenge: Hunger Games

Characters: Lavender, Parvati and Seamus

Notes: Liza is hella fab for publishing this for me, everyone worship her xx

Lavender rolled over and groaned. "Who the hell knocks on the door at this hour?" she complained.

Seamus, sound asleep behind her, simply continued to snore.

Lavender padded her way down the hallway, wand drawn. She opened the door a fraction, revealing the figure of Parvati Patil.

"Parvati!" Lavender whispered in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" Parvati asked.

Lavender's eyes widened at Parvati's dishevelled-looking figure. "Of course, yeah."

Parvati walked into Seamus' and Lavenders' apartment. "This is a nice place," she murmured, trying to mask the awkwardness.

Lavender moved about in the small kitchen, switching the kettle to boil.

"You could switch on the light," Lavender grumbled.

"Oh, right. Sorry."

Parvati almost tripped over herself in her haste to get to the switch.

Lavender rolled her eyes and sat herself down opposite Parvati, two bowls of Florean Fortescue's ice cream in her hands. She passed one to Parvati.

Parvati slowly started to move the ice cream around in her bowl, avoiding Lavender's gaze.

"So you're just going to sit there? Like it's not 2am and you haven't just crashed the apartment I share with my husband, despite the fact you're supposed to be in bloody India?" Lavender blew hair out of her face in frustration.

Parvati finally met Lavender's eyes, looking rather mournful.

"I didn't have anywhere else to go. I fucked up Lavender, okay?"

Lavender took a deep breath. "Pav, you know I love you, it's just..."

"I thought you didn't love me anymore?" Parvati asked, bitterness colouring her tone.

Lavender put her head in her hands and sighed deeply. "Parvati, this isn't Hogwarts, and I don't think you understand that life's been going on for everyone else while you've been living it up over in India."

Parvati snorted. "Living it up? You have absolutely no idea. I nearly killed someone. He is going to die, and it is entirely my fault."

Lavender dropped her spoon in shock. "If you've killed someone, you can get right out of my house." Her tone was deadly, cold as ice.

"It was an accident!" Parvati's eyes flashed, furious.

"I work with a wand company. Like Ollivander's. I was trying to test a new type of core. We test its strength by stretching it across a bow and arrow. I accidentally shot it, and it hit my co-worker."

Parvati's breath grew ragged. "I couldn't live with myself- I can't. I expected you to understand."

Lavender shook her head. "You can sleep in our spare room for a couple of nights, alright? But please, Pav," she begged. "Don't get any stupid ideas into your head."

Parvati nodded.

"The cupboard in the hallway has spare linen." Lavender gave Parvati a quick hug, before marching back into the kitchen.

Parvati swallowed, trying to remind herself that her dreams had been stupid, that she was just a silly little girl in some fantasy world.