May 2nd, 1998
May 2, 2017 14:54:32 GMT
Post by Lavender Brown on May 2, 2017 14:54:32 GMT
Lavender Brown died on this very day, several years ago. The frivolous, silly Gryffindor died a hero's death, having tumbled from the staircase's balcony during a duel with a Death Eater. The moment she hit the ground an opportunistic werewolf descended upon her broken body and sank it's teeth into her throat. Hermione Granger blasted him away and Professor Trelawney subdued him. Lost and forgotten in the heat of battle, Lavender bled out on the cold stone floor in the Entrance Hall. A girl known for her popularity and large group of friends essentially died all alone and she wasn't coping well with it in the after life. Particularly not today, of all days.
May 2nd was always particularly difficult for Lavender. One would hardly know as she usually made a habit of crashing several remembrance events and memorials to soak up the attention but this year was different. It felt different. It all felt pointless. Her sacrifice didn't have the lasting impact that she'd hoped, the Battle of Hogwarts may have extinguished the flame of Voldemort's reign, but wickedness was rising from the smoldering ashes. The ghost spent most of her time at the castle but she was cognizant on what was going on in the rest of the wizarding world. It hardly seemed fair, Harry died the very same day that she had, didn't he? And he had the choice to come back. That was the rumor, anyway. Why didn't she?
Lavender regretted her decision to return as a ghost. Foolishly, the lioness believed that she would just slip right back into her life from before. She would be stuck in garish Gryffindor robes for the rest of time but it was a small sacrifice she was willing to make. It worked for awhile, she, Parvati, Seamus and Dean grieved over the battle together. They ignored glaring differences from her life before like the fact that she couldn't hug her friends, she couldn't touch them. She made Seamus feel cold, she startled them by floating through walls. In reality, returning as a ghost robbed her friends and family of the opportunity to grieve for her. Lavender was dead, forever frozen in time. She would never graduate, never go on to open the Divination shop she dreamed about. She wasn't going to be able to get married and have little Irish babies with Seamus and her continued presence prevented them from processing and dealing with the loss. There was no closure, just a constant reminder of what was lost on May 2nd, 1998. No one else was frozen in time. Parvati, Seamus and Dean eventually all moved on with their lives and Lavender no longer fit in with it.
Today Lavender stood on the exact spot she fell from all those years ago. It was early in the morning and the castle was very quiet and still, amplifying the feeling of loneliness. The girl had been there for nearly an hour with ghost tears rolling down her grey cheeks. It was nearly time for staff to start arriving, the ones who didn't live there, but she wanted just a few more moments to feel sorry for herself before she flittered off to resume her normal activities of critiquing student's hairstyles and pestering professors. Remus Lupin was the first of said staff to arrive, being one of the few professors who didn't call the castle home during the school term. Lavender had very sour feelings towards werewolves as a rule, but it was hard to dislike the older man.
Now was as good of time as ever to shed her self pity. Lavender wiped at her eyes, sniffling away the rest of the tears. She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair, taking care to drape her curls over the gruesome fatal wound before greeting the man from the staircase balcony. "Hello Professor." 'Remus' and 'Lupin' were both too wolfish for her taste and she avoided using his name. Not quite ready to flounce off on her own, Lavender drifted down to join the professor under the guise of appraising his outfit. She tilted her head, pursing her lips. "You look rather glum this morning." She knew why, many adults would look gloomy today. "Is it because of your outfit? Your clothes are so boring I'm surprised you don't fall asleep while getting dressed in the morning."
May 2nd was always particularly difficult for Lavender. One would hardly know as she usually made a habit of crashing several remembrance events and memorials to soak up the attention but this year was different. It felt different. It all felt pointless. Her sacrifice didn't have the lasting impact that she'd hoped, the Battle of Hogwarts may have extinguished the flame of Voldemort's reign, but wickedness was rising from the smoldering ashes. The ghost spent most of her time at the castle but she was cognizant on what was going on in the rest of the wizarding world. It hardly seemed fair, Harry died the very same day that she had, didn't he? And he had the choice to come back. That was the rumor, anyway. Why didn't she?
Lavender regretted her decision to return as a ghost. Foolishly, the lioness believed that she would just slip right back into her life from before. She would be stuck in garish Gryffindor robes for the rest of time but it was a small sacrifice she was willing to make. It worked for awhile, she, Parvati, Seamus and Dean grieved over the battle together. They ignored glaring differences from her life before like the fact that she couldn't hug her friends, she couldn't touch them. She made Seamus feel cold, she startled them by floating through walls. In reality, returning as a ghost robbed her friends and family of the opportunity to grieve for her. Lavender was dead, forever frozen in time. She would never graduate, never go on to open the Divination shop she dreamed about. She wasn't going to be able to get married and have little Irish babies with Seamus and her continued presence prevented them from processing and dealing with the loss. There was no closure, just a constant reminder of what was lost on May 2nd, 1998. No one else was frozen in time. Parvati, Seamus and Dean eventually all moved on with their lives and Lavender no longer fit in with it.
Today Lavender stood on the exact spot she fell from all those years ago. It was early in the morning and the castle was very quiet and still, amplifying the feeling of loneliness. The girl had been there for nearly an hour with ghost tears rolling down her grey cheeks. It was nearly time for staff to start arriving, the ones who didn't live there, but she wanted just a few more moments to feel sorry for herself before she flittered off to resume her normal activities of critiquing student's hairstyles and pestering professors. Remus Lupin was the first of said staff to arrive, being one of the few professors who didn't call the castle home during the school term. Lavender had very sour feelings towards werewolves as a rule, but it was hard to dislike the older man.
Now was as good of time as ever to shed her self pity. Lavender wiped at her eyes, sniffling away the rest of the tears. She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair, taking care to drape her curls over the gruesome fatal wound before greeting the man from the staircase balcony. "Hello Professor." 'Remus' and 'Lupin' were both too wolfish for her taste and she avoided using his name. Not quite ready to flounce off on her own, Lavender drifted down to join the professor under the guise of appraising his outfit. She tilted her head, pursing her lips. "You look rather glum this morning." She knew why, many adults would look gloomy today. "Is it because of your outfit? Your clothes are so boring I'm surprised you don't fall asleep while getting dressed in the morning."
