Closed; The Breaking Point
Lavender was absolutely frantic all day, running around like a complete crazy person trying to get everything ready before Roger was due home that afternoon. There was a wide smile spread over her lips as she worked in the kitchen, happy to have something to do because there was no way that she would be able to sit still. Within the hour the entire flat smelled like warm chocolate, the cake out of the oven and cooling, waiting for the homemade cocoa frosting that she had whipped together.
The rest was easy, for the most part, as she danced around with her wand, streamers on pinks and blues draped across the living room. It seemed only fitting that they did a little bit of celebrating, a bottle of champagne and a bottle of sparkling cider on in an over sized bowl on the kitchen counter. It was going to be absolutely perfect for the moment Roger walked through the door, her screaming out the news as she jumped up and down. The words were already on the tip of her tongue, bouncing around inside her and bursting to get out.
Now that everything was set up Lavender had time to spare and she had to do something mindless or she'd be bouncing off the walls while simultaneously watching the seconds pass by on the clock until her husband came home. She grabbed the latest issue of Witch Weekly off of the coffee table, dropped herself onto the couch, and began to thumb through it.
It was all senseless gossip but Lavender thought it was funny reading about which of her friends hooked up with who the past week- sometimes it was hard to keep track on her own. Lavender was happy to see that Harry had finally managed a proper vacation, finding it endless amusing and adorable how much he had changed in the last few months since dating Skylar. It looked like Dean had found himself occupied during last night's music festival and so had-
RD spotted tongue tied twice in one night - neither time with LB! Trouble in paradise so quickly? Looks like once a bad boy always a bad boy. Sorry, LB. Maybe it wasn't the best idea coming home after all.
And there were pictures.
Lavender slowly dropped the magazine, her green eyes scanning the room as if there would be further explanation for her growing questions. Her stomach had dropped down to the floor, twisting up inside of her making her sick, and she braced the couch cushions as the room started spinning around her.
This felt all too familiar to her, the heaviness in her chest that threatened to crush her as her heart ripped. The tears welled up in her eyes but not enough to blind her from the pictures staring back up at her, taunting her with unarguable truth. Even if she closed her eyes there was no escaping it, the imagine permanently seared into her in her memory now.
Roger had cheated on her.
She began to shake as she realized that her marriage was over and it tore her up from the inside out, the tears now streaming now her burning cheeks. It was all too much for her, feeling more stupid than anything else thinking that their relationship would be different this time around, hoping that they had both grown enough to make it work. Lavender tore off her wedding ring as well as the necklace around her neck and threw them on top of the coffee table, landing next to the open magazine.
If she knew any better she'd get up to start packing and get out of there before Roger made his way through the door. Though, she couldn't. All Lavender could manage was curling up with her knees to her chest and cry.
The rest was easy, for the most part, as she danced around with her wand, streamers on pinks and blues draped across the living room. It seemed only fitting that they did a little bit of celebrating, a bottle of champagne and a bottle of sparkling cider on in an over sized bowl on the kitchen counter. It was going to be absolutely perfect for the moment Roger walked through the door, her screaming out the news as she jumped up and down. The words were already on the tip of her tongue, bouncing around inside her and bursting to get out.
Now that everything was set up Lavender had time to spare and she had to do something mindless or she'd be bouncing off the walls while simultaneously watching the seconds pass by on the clock until her husband came home. She grabbed the latest issue of Witch Weekly off of the coffee table, dropped herself onto the couch, and began to thumb through it.
It was all senseless gossip but Lavender thought it was funny reading about which of her friends hooked up with who the past week- sometimes it was hard to keep track on her own. Lavender was happy to see that Harry had finally managed a proper vacation, finding it endless amusing and adorable how much he had changed in the last few months since dating Skylar. It looked like Dean had found himself occupied during last night's music festival and so had-
RD spotted tongue tied twice in one night - neither time with LB! Trouble in paradise so quickly? Looks like once a bad boy always a bad boy. Sorry, LB. Maybe it wasn't the best idea coming home after all.
And there were pictures.
Lavender slowly dropped the magazine, her green eyes scanning the room as if there would be further explanation for her growing questions. Her stomach had dropped down to the floor, twisting up inside of her making her sick, and she braced the couch cushions as the room started spinning around her.
This felt all too familiar to her, the heaviness in her chest that threatened to crush her as her heart ripped. The tears welled up in her eyes but not enough to blind her from the pictures staring back up at her, taunting her with unarguable truth. Even if she closed her eyes there was no escaping it, the imagine permanently seared into her in her memory now.
Roger had cheated on her.
She began to shake as she realized that her marriage was over and it tore her up from the inside out, the tears now streaming now her burning cheeks. It was all too much for her, feeling more stupid than anything else thinking that their relationship would be different this time around, hoping that they had both grown enough to make it work. Lavender tore off her wedding ring as well as the necklace around her neck and threw them on top of the coffee table, landing next to the open magazine.
If she knew any better she'd get up to start packing and get out of there before Roger made his way through the door. Though, she couldn't. All Lavender could manage was curling up with her knees to her chest and cry.