Lavender Brown was a self described suicidal bitch. Okay, maybe not
self described. Many people viewed her as a snob. She didn't blame them,
really. She kind of was. It wasn't because she thought other's were beneath
her or anything, it was because she had to act like that.
In the Brown family, feelings weren't discussed, problems were ignored until they went away, and marriage for love was a rarity. Like any 'Self respecting pureblooded family', as her father said, they married purebloods. Only married half-bloods if they had to. But, really, if you marry a half-blood and you're a pureblood, your kids are considered pureblood.
She was the only girl, an asset beyond all measure. She could form an allegiance, a bond, between a wealthy, respectable pureblood or half-blood family. Preferably pureblood, thank you. So, right now they wanted her to marry Neville Longbottom or Dean Thomas. But she had her eye on a handsome half-blood.
He had dark, ebony colored hair, he was tall, muscled and thin, an excellent Quidditch player, with fathomless, beautiful, sad bright green eyes. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, was the one she wanted. Lavender didn't care that he had a fifty percent chance of dying. She had had a crush on him since third year, and that crush had grown into love.
In her diary, she had written detailed entries of her love for him, of her dreams for a future they might share. A future that was unlikely, because, if truth be told, he seemed to have his heart set on Cho Chang. Some said he fancied Parvati, some said he fancied Luna. But Lavender knew him. True, he HAD fancied Cho, but now he fancied Draco Malfoy.
She respected him for that. Really, she did. He had the courage to like a guy, and not make a secret, and remain confident in himself. She knew that probably only Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, and herself knew the truth. Lavender had seen the longing looks shot in Draco's direction. She saw them, because they were the same looks she shot at him.
She had once confessed her love for Harry to Parvati and Mia Dinn, one of the other girls in her Dormitory. They had just stared, shocked, then laughed. "Good one, Brown." Mia had said, her eyes tearing from laughing so hard. Yes, she had doubted him during their fifth year, but that showed she was human, showed that she wouldn't just accept things because the boy she loved said them.
One thing Lavender Brown wasn't was blind. Lavender was jarred from these thoughts when Parvati called her name.
"Lavender, what would you say if I said I liked Ron Weasley?" Parvati asked, setting down her Seventeen magazine. Parvati was a half-blood. Her mum was a muggle, she knew about muggle things. Liked them even. Lavender raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow and twirled a strand of her dark, wavy hair around her finger.
"I'd say, Jesus Christ bananas about time you liked someone. That goes to this school, anyway." Lavender said, laughing a little. She could hear Harry's raised voice and wondered what was wrong. She cocked her head a little to the right to listen better.
His voice returned to normal and she sighed. "What's wrong, Brown?" Parvati asked.
"Don't want to go back to school." Lavender said with a shrug.
"Yeah, good point. So, what should my approach be with Ron?" Parvati asked, opening the window a bit and taking out a fag.
"Let me have one." Lavender said, handing Parvati her blue lighter. The flame flared, the smell of sulfur invaded their noses and made Lavender relax slightly. Fire and sulfur always did that to her. Made her relax, made her calm.
Lavender inhaled the smoke, held it in her lungs for a few seconds and let it out slowly. Parvati put her small, black stiletto clad feet on the seat. Lavender crossed her legs and leaned forward, her skirt prevented her from doing as Parvati did.
"Mum and dad want me to marry Neville or Dean." She said through a cloud of smoke.
"Yeah? I wouldn't mind Dean, he's a good snogger, but I'd kill myself slowly and painfully before I'd marry Neville Longbottom." Parvati said, giggling.
"I dunno...He is kind of cute when he ties his hair back. And I like his eyes. Have you seen his muscles, though? They're pretty nice." Lavender said, flicking ash out the window. Parvati nodded.
"Yeah, his muscles are nice. Wonder how he got them.....?" Parvati asked, throwing her fag out the window and getting another.
"Probably weeding the garden for his gram." She said, untwisting the strap of my pale red tank top.
"Yeah, I guess. Did you hear about Diana Bruce?" Parvati asked, lowering her voice.
"No, what about her?" Lavender asked, leaning back against the seat. Diana Bruce was a fourth year whore, and Parvati's cousin.
"She's pregnant. It's Draco Malfoy's kid. She's getting an abortion next week." Parvati said, disgust in her voice.
"An ABORTION?" She asked, stunned.
"Dumbledore wants her to, I think. Malfoy's kid, you know. She's a mudblood. Lucius might kill her. I would if I were him." Lavender said, already losing interest. They fell silent. Lavender threw the butt of her fag out the window, and said a spell to dispel the smoke, and the smell from the compartment and from there bodies.
"Can't wait to see Ron." Parvati murmured a bit later. I can't wait to see Harry, Lavender thought.
"Yeah. I think Hermione fancies him." I said, flipping through her YM magazine. Parvati brought out a small CD player with speakers to attach and put on No Doubt. We both fell silent, listened to the music, and read Parvati's huge stash of magazines for the rest of the trip.
In the Brown family, feelings weren't discussed, problems were ignored until they went away, and marriage for love was a rarity. Like any 'Self respecting pureblooded family', as her father said, they married purebloods. Only married half-bloods if they had to. But, really, if you marry a half-blood and you're a pureblood, your kids are considered pureblood.
She was the only girl, an asset beyond all measure. She could form an allegiance, a bond, between a wealthy, respectable pureblood or half-blood family. Preferably pureblood, thank you. So, right now they wanted her to marry Neville Longbottom or Dean Thomas. But she had her eye on a handsome half-blood.
He had dark, ebony colored hair, he was tall, muscled and thin, an excellent Quidditch player, with fathomless, beautiful, sad bright green eyes. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, was the one she wanted. Lavender didn't care that he had a fifty percent chance of dying. She had had a crush on him since third year, and that crush had grown into love.
In her diary, she had written detailed entries of her love for him, of her dreams for a future they might share. A future that was unlikely, because, if truth be told, he seemed to have his heart set on Cho Chang. Some said he fancied Parvati, some said he fancied Luna. But Lavender knew him. True, he HAD fancied Cho, but now he fancied Draco Malfoy.
She respected him for that. Really, she did. He had the courage to like a guy, and not make a secret, and remain confident in himself. She knew that probably only Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, and herself knew the truth. Lavender had seen the longing looks shot in Draco's direction. She saw them, because they were the same looks she shot at him.
She had once confessed her love for Harry to Parvati and Mia Dinn, one of the other girls in her Dormitory. They had just stared, shocked, then laughed. "Good one, Brown." Mia had said, her eyes tearing from laughing so hard. Yes, she had doubted him during their fifth year, but that showed she was human, showed that she wouldn't just accept things because the boy she loved said them.
One thing Lavender Brown wasn't was blind. Lavender was jarred from these thoughts when Parvati called her name.
"Lavender, what would you say if I said I liked Ron Weasley?" Parvati asked, setting down her Seventeen magazine. Parvati was a half-blood. Her mum was a muggle, she knew about muggle things. Liked them even. Lavender raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow and twirled a strand of her dark, wavy hair around her finger.
"I'd say, Jesus Christ bananas about time you liked someone. That goes to this school, anyway." Lavender said, laughing a little. She could hear Harry's raised voice and wondered what was wrong. She cocked her head a little to the right to listen better.
His voice returned to normal and she sighed. "What's wrong, Brown?" Parvati asked.
"Don't want to go back to school." Lavender said with a shrug.
"Yeah, good point. So, what should my approach be with Ron?" Parvati asked, opening the window a bit and taking out a fag.
"Let me have one." Lavender said, handing Parvati her blue lighter. The flame flared, the smell of sulfur invaded their noses and made Lavender relax slightly. Fire and sulfur always did that to her. Made her relax, made her calm.
Lavender inhaled the smoke, held it in her lungs for a few seconds and let it out slowly. Parvati put her small, black stiletto clad feet on the seat. Lavender crossed her legs and leaned forward, her skirt prevented her from doing as Parvati did.
"Mum and dad want me to marry Neville or Dean." She said through a cloud of smoke.
"Yeah? I wouldn't mind Dean, he's a good snogger, but I'd kill myself slowly and painfully before I'd marry Neville Longbottom." Parvati said, giggling.
"I dunno...He is kind of cute when he ties his hair back. And I like his eyes. Have you seen his muscles, though? They're pretty nice." Lavender said, flicking ash out the window. Parvati nodded.
"Yeah, his muscles are nice. Wonder how he got them.....?" Parvati asked, throwing her fag out the window and getting another.
"Probably weeding the garden for his gram." She said, untwisting the strap of my pale red tank top.
"Yeah, I guess. Did you hear about Diana Bruce?" Parvati asked, lowering her voice.
"No, what about her?" Lavender asked, leaning back against the seat. Diana Bruce was a fourth year whore, and Parvati's cousin.
"She's pregnant. It's Draco Malfoy's kid. She's getting an abortion next week." Parvati said, disgust in her voice.
"An ABORTION?" She asked, stunned.
"Dumbledore wants her to, I think. Malfoy's kid, you know. She's a mudblood. Lucius might kill her. I would if I were him." Lavender said, already losing interest. They fell silent. Lavender threw the butt of her fag out the window, and said a spell to dispel the smoke, and the smell from the compartment and from there bodies.
"Can't wait to see Ron." Parvati murmured a bit later. I can't wait to see Harry, Lavender thought.
"Yeah. I think Hermione fancies him." I said, flipping through her YM magazine. Parvati brought out a small CD player with speakers to attach and put on No Doubt. We both fell silent, listened to the music, and read Parvati's huge stash of magazines for the rest of the trip.