Hogwarts musical chairs: No dialogue.
Hogwarts Treasure Hunt: Lavender Brown.
Hogwarts Jenga prompt: "It's hard to imagine that someone so beautiful could ever be so lonely"
Gobstones Event - Green Stone: mourning
Extra Prompts; Mutiny, Luna Lovegood, sugar quills.
I was lying on the floor when you found me, the sounds of the continuing battle surrounding us. You were the only one to stop, to notice, when everyone else simply went on, trying to live as best as they could. How could I begrudge them fighting for breath, as I was spending my last mourning my life?
For I knew even then that I was going to die.
I was always a selfish girl. Silly, really. I cared too much about trivialities, and didn't care enough about what mattered most. I thought I had fallen in love last year. It was nothing compared to the real thing.
So as I lay there, my body burning from the gouges Fenrir Greyback had inflicted, wondering whether werewolves belonged in the afterlife, I thought of you.
I thought of your blond locks shining as they caught the sun, beautiful in an otherworldly way. I mentioned that you looked like an angel to Parvati. She laughed and said that the gods had a strange sense of humour if so.
I thought of the kind words you had for each person who crossed your path, despite the teasing and torment the world had inflicted upon you. Tell me, how does one become someone so good, so pure? I suppose that I will never know.
I thought of the first time we spoke, during our secret mutiny against Umbridge and the creation of the DADA. Back then, I had thought you were popular within Ravenclaw. After all, it's hard to imagine that someone so beautiful could ever be so lonely.
But it was this year, my seventh year, the year where all that could go wrong did, that I truly got to know you. We shared Sugar Quills as we hid from the Carrows, wreaking havoc where we could. When I kissed you, your lips tasted sweet from the leftover sugar.
I had been worried that Parvati would hate me for liking a girl. It turns out that there were much bigger things to worry about. Like how to tell you I loved you for the first time, or where to take you for our first date, because you were so unlike anyone I had ever met.
And now, as I lay on the ground, worrying that I would never see your face again, you appeared. For the first time I saw your tears, and that was when I knew that you knew the truth.
For all your sweet tooth, you were never one to sugar coat things.
And as I lay there dying in your arms, I knew that one person would remember me amongst the dead as she mourned.
Luna Lovegood would remember Lavender Brown, not as the selfish little girl who believed in divining tea leaves, not as the silly girl who worried about the frizz in her hair, but as the woman who had defied the Death Eaters to her dying breath, as the strong warrior guided by her guardian angel - you.
