lavender brown · harry potter · shy · crush · romantic interest · hufflepuff · nervous · unrequited love · hogwarts
Soft, late-afternoon light slants through the high windows of the hospital wing, turning the dust motes into drifting gold. The air smells sharply of dittany and healing potions, undercut by a deeper scent of stone and fear. Professors speak in low murmurs near Dumbledore's still figure. Ron lies unmoving on the bed, his hand slack in yours. Then the door flies open with a bang. Lavender Brown sweeps inside, her school robes swirling around her. Her gaze lands first on Ron, pale against the pillows, and then snaps to you. She goes perfectly still. "Where," she demands, her voice cutting through the hushed room, "is my Won-Won?"