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Character: Lavender Brown

Her hands were shaking.

She stared at the letter on the table in disbelief.

Looking up at her parents, she saw her mother's tearful eyes and her father's smiling face. Her mother started talking about going to Diagon Alley to buy her the stuff she needed, but Lavender wasn't listening.

She stared back at the letter, excitement slowly building up in her.

She was going to Hogwarts.

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Her hands were shaking.

Lavender was nervous; she had never stayed away from her parents.

Taking a deep breath, and forcing her hands to stop shaking, she turned and hugged her parents. Clinging to them as tightly as she could.

"Owl us, darling," Her mother said. "Let us know how you are, ok?"

She nodded and stepped away.

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Her hands were shaking.

They started trembling right after her name was called. She never thought it could be scary—standing in the Grate Hall, waiting to get Sorted while older students looked at the first years with boredom.

It was intimidating.

Bracing herself, she walked towards the stool. Professor McGonagall waited for her patiently as she sat on the tool and then placed the Sorting Hat on her head.

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Her hands were shaking.

She reached out to take the quill from Hermione but she withdrew her hand, slightly frowning.

"Lavender, if you have second thoughts about joining—"

Lavender lifted her head and looked at Hermione, wearing an expression of extreme determination and cut her off.

"No, Hermione. I want to join. Give me the quill."

Her hands were still shaking when she signed her name but she wasn't feeling as nervous as before.

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Her hands were shaking.

She hissed in pain as the words she was writing on the parchment appeared on the back of her hand.

But she didn't cry, didn't flinch, didn't take a moment to relieve the pain.

She kept on writing while Umbridge looked at her and other DA members with a taunting smile.

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Her hands were shaking.

Her shoulders were shaking.

She let out a choked sob as tears rolled down her cheeks and closed her eyes.

The wind blew her hair but she didn't care.

"You're none of those things those girls called you."

Startled, she opened her eyes and hastily proceeded to wipe her tears away.

Parvati kneeled before her and offered her a handkerchief. Lavender took it and blew her nose, avoiding Parvati's eyes.

"You aren't horrible because you dated Weasley."

"Tell this to those girls," Her voice was hoarse, but still she stubbornly refused to meet Parvati's gaze, thinking she should've gone somewhere else to cry. She had forgotten Parvati knew what her favorite spot was.

"They don't matter, do they? They just look at you, but do they see you? No. They just see what they want to see. Don't think about them, Lavender."

Lavender, at last, met her friend's eyes and saw the sincerity and the tenderness in them.

She sniffed, taking Parvati's hands in her still-shaking hands. Parvati held her hand tightly.

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Her hands were shaking.

The funeral was as gloomy as expected; the atmosphere was as strained as it should be.

With Dumbledore gone, Lavender didn't know who the Wizarding World could rely on. Potter was too young to save the world.

Never had she thought about the war seriously, but that day Lavender opened her eyes and saw past the colorful layer of lies and saw the dark and ugly truth.

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Her hands were shaking.

Everyone was shaking subtly. The silence in the room was eerie.

"I won't Crucio that first year," Her voice was braver than she wanted.

Alecto Carrow stared at her, her eyes darkening with anger.

"If you don't, then I will."

Lavender threw a glance at the poor first year who was shaking like a leaf and then looked back at Carrow.

"I won't let you," She stepped forward, ignoring her classmates' whispers and staring back at Carrow with her chin up.

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Her hands were shaking.

It was beginning. The real war was beginning. Right in Hogwarts, in her home.

Conjuring a knife, Lavender cut her long curly hair, letting it fall to the ground. She didn't want to get distracted during the war.

Tonight she was a warrior, fighting for her home.

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Her hands were shaking.

She looked at her reflection. Pale and marked with scars.

She lifted her hand to trace the long scars on her face but stopped. She felt like crying.

"You aren't ugly."

Parvati's voice was sincere. She approached her from behind and wrapped her arms around her waist, burying her face in her shoulder.

"To me, you're still beautiful."

Lavender closed her eyes and intertwined her fingers with Parvati's.

She'd get used to the scars, as long as Parvati was there for her.

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Her hands weren't shaking.

They weren't shaking as Lavender pushed open the Grate Hall's doors and walked inside.

She smiled at the students as some of them stopped eating and started whispering about her scars and asking in hushed voices if she was the new Divination professor.

She strolled towards where the professors were sitting, still glancing around the hall, her eyes lingering on the Gryffindor table.

Reaching the table, she gave McGonagall a warm smile as she stood up to greet her.

"Professor Brown," McGonagall smiled back at her, "welcome to Hogwarts again."

A/N: I'm slowly coming back to writing, yay :)

Favorite Couples - Lily Evans and James Potter

“Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. No matter what happens. I need you to remember that I love you.” 

- Laini Taylor

i’m sorry this is so late! i got distracted with reading clockwork prince rip

my favorite female character: hermione ofc

my favorite male character: draco but also ron

my favorite book/season/etc: my favourite book and movie is the half blood prince. it’s the best one okay

my favorite episode (if its a tv show):

my favorite cast member: emma watson 

my favorite ship: romione, drarry, wolfstar, jily

a character I’d die defending: draco

a character I just can’t sympathize with: snape, dumbledore, voldemort, umbridge, rita skeeter etc

a character I grew to love: i don’t want to say draco again even though its true soo sirius

my anti otp: hinny or anything with snape

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title: i walk a line and i expect you do toopairing: ginny weasley x blaise zabinisummary: “i walk a line,” blaise says coldly. he’s acting as if he hasn’t just lost everything, though even if he has, he’d rather die than associate with a weasley. “and i expect you do too.”

“i might,” ginny says, shouldering her bag, “but it’s a different one.” she offers blaise another look, almost sympathetic. “if you did need help, i’d offer it to you.” blaise curls his lip, knowing he’s doomed as ginny shrugs charmingly.

“i wouldn’t take it.”