Lavender swears up and down that she's usually a good driver. Good enough to drive in London, where everyone is wild and the city never sleeps.

It's just that it's kind of late and she's coming home from work and she's thinking about food and then there's this jogger, and she's shaped like a goddamn model, all legs and dark, short running shorts and bright yellow sports bra and hot damn. So she gets a little distracted. She'd dare anyone else not to.

She would swear up and down that the stop sign comes out of nowhere and leaps into the middle of the street. She would swear it, except she's thrown against the steering wheel as her airbag goes off and between the impact with the airbag and the snap in her neck, the world goes dark.

…

Lavender is pretty sure she's dead. Because that's an angel sitting in the chair by her bedside. It turns out the jogging angel is only more gorgeous from up close.

"Wow, I didn't think I'd make it to heaven."

The angel laughs, and that's how Lavender realizes she said that aloud.

"They've got you on the good painkillers," the angel says.

"You are beautiful, no matter what they say," Lavender says. It seems the only logical response. Then she pauses. "They have painkillers in heaven?"

The angel laughs again. "No, but they do have them in St. Mungo's, and that's where the ambulance brought you."

Lavender frowns. "They have ambulances in heaven?"

The angel pats her arm. "You're not dead yet, darling."

"No, I'm not dead, I'm Lavender! Are you dead?"

"I'm Parvati, and I'm also going to have them turn your pain medications down."

"Mmmk," Lavender hums, sinking into sleep.

When she wakes up, she sleepily scratches at her side and then bolts upright at the burst of pain that causes. She looks down, examining the bandage wrapped around her middle.

"The fuck?" she says aloud.

"Ah," says a voice like molasses, strong and smooth and slow and sweet. "You're with us this time."

"Who the fuck are you?" she says, as she turns. She's greeted with a majestic beauty of a woman. It's almost worth the pain.

"Parvati. I called the ambulance after watching you get in a terrible car accident. Where you nearly hit me."

"…oops?" Lavender offers.

Parvati smiles. "It's okay. You just tried to take 'hit on' a bit more literally than most people do."

Lavender laughs so hard her ribs hurt.

"But did it work?" she finally asks with a grin.

"Mmm, I might be feeling a little something."

"Oh baby," Lavender drawls. "Don't try to fight this feeling."

Parvati grins. "Maybe when you get out of this hospital bed, I'll take you on a date."

"I'd like that," Lavender says. "I'd like that a lot."

For: (Meet cute Marathon: I was watching that hot jogger while driving out of the neighbourhood but got distracted and crashed but i just woke up in a hospital room and said hot jogger is at my bedside because apparently they're the one who called the ambulance.) (Snakes Word: wild) (Scavenger hunt: 400-500 words, terrible, yellow and sleep.) (Disney: One Jump Ahead - Write about a close call) (Year in Entertainment: "don't try to fight this feeling.")(Showtime: One Short Day - setting: Muggle London) (Buttons: word: neck) (Restriction of the Month: no mentioning Hogwarts Houses, song: Beautiful by Christina Aguilera) (Ultimate House: item: bandage) (365 - no more than two characters)