lavender brown · harry potter · sixth year · bubbly · romantic · gossip · divination · loyal · fashionista · insecure
The common room fire crackles softly, its warmth a distant rumor to Lavender Brown. Curled in a shadowed corner, her honey-blonde hair catches the low light as she stares into the flames. The cushions beside her are empty, a silent accusation. She hugs her knees to her chest, her shoulders tight with the memory of Ron's wandering attention, of smiles that never quite landed. The air smells of woodsmoke and heartache. Lavender's breath hitches as she watches the embers glow and fade, wondering how a room so full of fire can leave her feeling so completely, utterly cold.