( lavender )

⧼ aisha dee, cisfemale, she/her / the record player song by daisy the great + an extensive skin regiment to conceal the dark bags under her eyes and the scars she aches to forget; empty tea cups scattered through an apartment ripped from pinterest; vision boards cluttered with pastels and inspirational niceties. ⧽ ━━ hey, isn’t that LAVENDER BROWN? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-FOUR year old pure-blood WEREWOLF is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a WAITRESS AT THE LEAKY CAULDRON & ASTRO NEWS COLUMNIST AT DAILY PROPHET. i’ve heard they can be quite ARDENT & IDEALISTIC, but i don’t know… they came off very SELF-CENTERED & SOPHOMORIC in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

“Oh, good. Nothing like the element of surprise.” Kaz chuckles. He watches her trace over the lines on his hands with a raised eyebrow and a smile. “Oh, am I actually poly? That’s incredible. What does my scar mean? Did my falling out of a tree when I was ten doom me forever?”

“Well, the scar is more of a distraction for me - I almost read it as a natural palm line,” she taps the small scar as she speaks.  “ It sort of splits your love line up. If you’re looking for confirmation that you’re poly, we could say the scar provides that. If you’re trying to stay monogamous, we can just ignore the scar all together. Maybe you’ll be caught up in a love triangle. Dramatic. But exciting.” Lavender craved drama as much as she craved love -- if Kaz was destined for a love triangle, she was jealous. 

“ah, well. part time seers, perhaps…- the popularity of the noble art has certainly sunk over the past few… decades…” honestly, she’s made a little flustered. it’s EASY to bestow kindness onto lavender, who had always shown such honest interest in her subject ( and had such talent for it ! ). it’s far harder to admit & deal with the harsh reality of theirs being a dying art. it was a horrible thought that someday her talents might be rendered useless entirely - though there was a bit more concern for what that would do to her financial affairs than much else. she chuckles and agrees that she does remember lavender’s preference, voice kept down so as not to break the others concentration. frown appears quickly. “nothing?” maybe she’s just unused to honesty. most of her students have a history of making it up even when they can’t sense anything, after all. “i’m sure- my dear, i’m sure you’re not. everyone has an off color day. it’s important to let the fates work at their own speed, let them tell you what they want to when they want to - of course… they might decide never to speak to you again…. but that’s- i’m sure that’s not what’s going to happen here. maybe you’ve over exerted your inner eye.”

Pansy tensed up a fraction when Lavender reached for her hand – despite the fact that she knew she was agreeing to a hand reading.

While taking an internal to relax her muscles, Pansy clicked her tongue softly and perked a brow up at Lavender.

“Burning questions? Not exactly,” Pansy mused, cracking the fingers on her other hand lightly. Not one of her daintiest habits. A fairly new one too. Her parents would be utterly mortified.

“Like I said, do your worst. Just don’t tell me I’m going to die like, tomorrow.”

“lavender,” mafalda tilts her head, a knowing ( she knows nothing - she is sarcastic and nothing less ) look upon her features. “is this just your clever ploy to hold my hand ?” removing both of her hands from the mug of coffee that was warming them, she extends her palm outwards. “go to town.”

Lav rolls her eyes at the suggestion. “I wouldn’t dare try to be clever with you - if I wanted your hand, I would just ask.” With a smirk she grabs Mafalda’s hand and begins to examine its features. “So, what do you wanna know? It looks like you’ve got a bunch of babies in your future...I’d guess at least eight.”

Brows knit together for a moment at Lavender’s response. Of course Lavinia should’ve been earlier, for her to make someone like Lavender wait was simply unacceptable. She could hear her mother now, the rolls of her r’s slicing through the awkward air that now lingered. “I do apologize I had meant to get here earlier… There was a bit of trouble with a first year and glittery hair dye in the Third Floor bathrooms. No survivors they say.” A joke to  try and ease the tension. A joke to lighten the load of the conversation. “Y-Yes it’s been quite some time. I suppose Barbie’s still with Ken?” There was something about being around purebloods that made Lavinia shrink no matter who they were, for she out of everyone knew how the circles did talk. Unsure of where to place her jacket she held onto it before remembering that questions required answers. “When I find the time I do manage to spend it here. I like the people watching… And you?”

He wants to say no. Lee was never big into palmistry or any other form of divination because he believed that the future should always remain a mystery. Whatever was to come would come anyway, so what was the point in finding out beforehand? There was little chance of stopping future events, and even if he could, he wouldn’t because the dangers of messing with time far outweighed whatever could be read in his hands, in a teacup, in the stars or a prophecy. Still, Lavender seemed keen, so he wasn’t going to say no. ‘‘ sure - ’’ he finally responds, placing his palm upright on the table, ‘‘promise me one thing, okay? if you read something horrible, lie, deal?’’

Lavender giggled profusely as Lee placed his open hand on the table. It was as if she was a first year all over again, seeing a cute boy and - get this - touching his hand! She leaned forward, moved to take his hand in hers, and did her absolute best to hold it together. as she started intently at his palm. When the giggles finally subsided, she found her voice. “I will promise you that, though half the fun is dishing out the ugly truths.” As her own words echoed in her ears, she felt a sinking feeling that Lee would find her to be a horrible person. Her head snapped up, her attention firmly on his face. “Not that I would want harm to come to you, or anyone for that matter. I just like drama!” That was...not better.