Be who you are and say what you feel
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
Lavender was not snooping. She was absolutely not snooping around in Dean's brother's room. She had a perfectly legitimate reason for being there. She was looking for... toilet paper. And if she happened upon juicy information or possible blackmail material while she was in there? Well, that was beside the point, wasn't it?
And that was the story she was sticking with if someone walked in. Though why she was looking for toilet paper between his mattresses would be a bit more difficult to explain away.
Her lips formed a little O when she drew away with a small plastic baggy dangling from her fingers. If this was what she thought it was, no one would be to terribly annoyed by how she found it. With a little giggle, she pushed to her feet and dashed back to Parvati's room. "Look, look, look!" she said, taking a flying leap onto the bed. "Look what I found!"
"What?" Parvati looked up from the menu proposal she was working up. Her name had gotten passed around at the Gala and someone had asked her cater for a tea. She moved over to make some more room for Lavender, thankful that she had her own room at Greyfriar's Passage. The fact that Kiran was at her parents' didn't hurt either. She was finally starting to remember what it meant to be Parvati again and not just Mama.
She arranged the gauzy, rainbow colored skirts around her legs as she sprawled out. "Look what I found in Joesph's room."
"What on Earth were you doing in Joseph's room?" The dark haired woman raised an eyebrow in a very good approximation of her Mum-look.
"Looking for toilet paper," she replied with her own look, this one of wide-eyed innocence.
She didn't even attempt to hide a snort. "Toilet paper. Alright. I'll bite. What did you find in Joesph's room while you were looking for toilet paper?"
"This!" She held up the bag triumphantly, grinning.
"Weed. Fantastic," Parvati said drolly. It wasn't that she was against marijuana exactly, but to find out that it was in the house with her son, well, she'd be talking to Joesph about that. She wasn't his mother so she couldn't warn him away from the "dangers of narcotics," but she could warn him away from partaking when Kiran was around. For there would be pain if she ever found out he was smoking where her son could see.
"You know what we should do?" Lavender asked, scooting closer in a conspiratorial manner.
She put her menus down. There would be no work to be had for the rest of the night, especially if Lavender had an idea. "What should we do?" she asked, her tone much the same.
"We should drag Dean out of his study and smoke it." She rather liked the idea. It had been a long time since she'd indulged, and she'd be willing to bet it had been just as long, or longer, in her friends' cases.
"Agreed." While she didn't have the skinny bohemian thing going for her that her blonde counterpart did - pregnancy and motherhood would do that to woman - she was anxious to recapture a bit of her youth before Kiran came home in the morning. Clasping the other woman's hand, she Apparated up to Dean's study.
"We're kidnapping you," she announced. "For Lavender has found illicit substances and rather than let the impressionable youth go down the wrong path, we thought to continue down our crooked one."
"Yes, we demand that you come have fun with us." If she thought she would have gotten away with it, she would have sat on the desk. As it was, it was covered with important looking papers that Lav tended to shy away from, so she perched on his lap instead.
Dean looked down at the blonde in his lap and his housemate. "Illicit substances?" he repeated, looking at the baggie that was dangling from Parvati's hand. "Fuck all, Joe." He was going to kill his baby brother. There was a toddler in the house. He didn't know where the girls had come across the pot, and frankly he didn't care. Would serve the bastard right if his stash got filched.
"Alright, but you've got to move, Lav. We're not smoking in my study. The lounge downstairs is perfectly acceptable. It's also close to the kitchen." Which was delightfully well stocked thanks to Parvati.
She put her arms around his neck and let her head drop to his shoulder, turning her green eyes up to his. "Can't you carry me? What's the use of having all these big muscles if you're not going to use them?"
"Because I need to clean up here and you need to go down stairs and roll us a few joints unless you found a bong instead." Dean shook his head. "Go on, I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Party pooper," Parvati stuck her tongue out at him.
"Fine, be that way," Lavender sniffed. Her skirts swished around her as she crossed the room back to Parvati.
"It's my little brother's pot we're smoking," Dean said nonchalantly. "Which means, in some odd way, it's mine. So play nice."
The blonde hooked her arm through Parvati's and turned them in the direction of the door. "Don't think that we won't."
Ten minutes later Dean was downstairs. Already Parvati had laid food out in preparation for the inevitable attack of the munchies. Lavender was a busy little bee rolling the joints. "Looks like your all set without me," he said as he flopped down onto the couch.
Parvati poked him in the side. "Damn straight, now budge over."
"Make room for me!" Lavender pushed to her feet and went to snuggle up with her besties on the couch.
"Don't worry ladies," Dean wrapped his arms around their shoulders. "There's enough of me to around for everyone."
Parvati blinked. "I'd comment on that, but Lav's banned me from ever speaking about that again."
"Ew, please don't speak about that ever again." She took that opportunity to stick her tongue out at the other girl.
"I didn't speak of it," Parvati returned with her own tongue sticking out. "I referenced it. There's a difference. Legal, I'm sure." She looked at the man in between them for confirmation.
He shrugged. "Probably, but I'm not too fussed to actually go check for you."
"Well it should be illegal to know something like that about your friends. It's the real reason I wanted to smoke the pot. To try and drive away the horror," she told them, putting the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically.
"That and you didn't have to pay for it," Parvati remarked. "Now do us all a favor, blondie, and light up."
"That, too," she admitted lightly, picking up a joint and touching her wand to the tip of it.
"Found in my house, though, so technically it's mine. So first hit!" Plucking the joint from Lavender's hand he inhaled deeply before passing it on.
"Hey!" she cried indignantly.
Letting out a few smoke rings, Dean smiled at the blonde. "Love me anyway, Lav."
Parvati rolled her eyes, not even bothering to take her own hit. "Here." She handed the joint to the other woman.
"Thank you, darling." She reached across Dean's chest to take the joint from the other woman.
"See? I'm a darling." Parvati grinned. She didn't need a lot of anything to really loosen up. Maybe that made her a bit of a lush, but she didn't care. "Me next."
"Yes, you're a darling. And I even like you too sometimes, Dean." She inhaled and passed it back to Parvati.
As Parvati took her hit, she remembered her nights in Goa, the second or third time she had made her rounds. After Paddie and before Kiran. The nights on the beach. The all night parties. Liquor and marijuana had been plentiful them. Probably still was, but Parvati wouldn't know that scene anymore. She took a deep hit, letting the bluish, sweet smoke fill her lungs.
Lavender was no stranger to weed. She'd tried a lot of things on her little tour around the world. A lot. Weed, E, LSD - which she'd quite enjoyed until a bad trip turned her off of the stuff forever. "This is some pretty good stuff. Wonder if Joseph will tell me where he got it."
Dean dipped his head back, even as his arms came up to cradle his two girls. "Don't say that. Please don't turn my little brother into a drug dealer. That's just going to make my mother mad."
Parvati giggled and peered over at Lavender as she passed the joint back. "Did you know his mother grounded him after Harry killed the Dark Lord? She didn't like it that he left home without telling anyone." Not that she didn't understand Mrs. Thomas' point. It was quite valid. If Kiran had ever thought to do something like that... no, she shook her head, her sunbeam would never have to face the difficult choices they did. Parvati would move mountains to make sure her child was safe.
"Weren't you a little old to be grounded, Deany boy?" the blonde asked, snuggling closer to his body. She took a long drag and passed it on to the man in question.
"And went head first into battle without a wand? Apparently that only served to justify it even more." Dean shrugged, accepting the joint. "One learns quickly not to argue with my mother."
"I think she has a very valid point," Parvati pointed out. "Or at least now I do. Back then I probably would have thrown a fit."
"Oh, it wasn't that bad. Mostly coddled me." The haze of the smoke and memory made him look back on the time with more fondness than was really warented. "And let me tell you, I really did appreciate a bed and a shower, so it was pretty much a win-win situation."
"Wands didn't do much good to the people who had them." She pushed the long fall of golden blonde hair to the side and turned her head to show them the scars on her neck. "Dad, threw a fit when they found out. S'why I took off as soon as I was released. Had to give him time to cool off."
Parvati reached out to trace the lines with her fingertips. "We all hurt," she said softly. "Some are just more visible than others."
"It doesn't hurt that much anymore," she whispered, drawing away and brushing her hair forward to cover the imperfections.
"But they did. Once," Parvati whispered back, her eyes solemn. "I think I forgot that other people have hurts, I was so wrapped up in my own."
Dean shifted. This was getting a little too close to home for him.
"I think that this conversation took a bad turn. Shouldn't we be giggling madly about now?" Lavender asked, reaching for the blunt.
"If not, I've birthday cake in the kitchen." Parvati settled against Dean's side, happy to hear his heartbeat thumping steadily. She fixed her friend with a mock glare. "And don't think you're getting out of eating a big slice either. It's your birthday and your cake."
"It's my birthday," Lavender drawled with a smile. "I will eat whatever I want, including cake, thanks."
"Exactly." Parvati nodded. "S'why I'm only forcing cake down your throat instead of other stuff. I'm being nice." She looked up at Dean for confirmation
"Oh no, I'm not getting involved in this." The black man shook his head, though both his arms came down to wrap around his two girls. "It's Lav's birthday and you're both very nice."
Lav snickered and rested her head on Dean's shoulder. It was just the right width for using as a pillow and he was warm and it was comfy. "What else were you going to try to stuff down my throat?" she asked, leering.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Parvati stuck her tongue out. "My room, after Dean's passed out," she mock whispered.
"Oh no, if the two of you are getting it on, I'm staying up for it." Dean shook his head.
The Indian woman arched a brow. "You want your toenails painted too? Why Dean, I had no idea."
"Why should that surprise you? I mean, it wouldn't be Dean's first foray into cross-dressing," Lavender put in from his other side.
The man's eyes narrowed. "I thought we weren't going to mention that ever again under threat of tickling." He paused. "And I wasn't the only one. Seamus got dragged along for the ride too."
"I didn't mention it, I referenced it. There's a difference, you know," she giggled, winking at Parvati.
"Really Dean," Parvati fluttered her lashes at him. "As a barrister you should know the legal distinctions between the two. And you and Seamus looked absolutely fetching. That was mentioning, in case you were interested."
"Very pretty," Lavender agreed, tilting her face up to his. "Are you going to tickle now?"
"Later," he promised. "When you both least expect it."
Summary: Dean and Parvati help Lavender celebrate her birthday.
Lavender was not snooping. She was absolutely not snooping around in Dean's brother's room. She had a perfectly legitimate reason for being there. She was looking for... toilet paper. And if she happened upon juicy information or possible blackmail material while she was in there? Well, that was beside the point, wasn't it?
And that was the story she was sticking with if someone walked in. Though why she was looking for toilet paper between his mattresses would be a bit more difficult to explain away.
Her lips formed a little O when she drew away with a small plastic baggy dangling from her fingers. If this was what she thought it was, no one would be to terribly annoyed by how she found it. With a little giggle, she pushed to her feet and dashed back to Parvati's room. "Look, look, look!" she said, taking a flying leap onto the bed. "Look what I found!"
"What?" Parvati looked up from the menu proposal she was working up. Her name had gotten passed around at the Gala and someone had asked her cater for a tea. She moved over to make some more room for Lavender, thankful that she had her own room at Greyfriar's Passage. The fact that Kiran was at her parents' didn't hurt either. She was finally starting to remember what it meant to be Parvati again and not just Mama.
She arranged the gauzy, rainbow colored skirts around her legs as she sprawled out. "Look what I found in Joesph's room."
"What on Earth were you doing in Joseph's room?" The dark haired woman raised an eyebrow in a very good approximation of her Mum-look.
"Looking for toilet paper," she replied with her own look, this one of wide-eyed innocence.
She didn't even attempt to hide a snort. "Toilet paper. Alright. I'll bite. What did you find in Joesph's room while you were looking for toilet paper?"
"This!" She held up the bag triumphantly, grinning.
"Weed. Fantastic," Parvati said drolly. It wasn't that she was against marijuana exactly, but to find out that it was in the house with her son, well, she'd be talking to Joesph about that. She wasn't his mother so she couldn't warn him away from the "dangers of narcotics," but she could warn him away from partaking when Kiran was around. For there would be pain if she ever found out he was smoking where her son could see.
"You know what we should do?" Lavender asked, scooting closer in a conspiratorial manner.
She put her menus down. There would be no work to be had for the rest of the night, especially if Lavender had an idea. "What should we do?" she asked, her tone much the same.
"We should drag Dean out of his study and smoke it." She rather liked the idea. It had been a long time since she'd indulged, and she'd be willing to bet it had been just as long, or longer, in her friends' cases.
"Agreed." While she didn't have the skinny bohemian thing going for her that her blonde counterpart did - pregnancy and motherhood would do that to woman - she was anxious to recapture a bit of her youth before Kiran came home in the morning. Clasping the other woman's hand, she Apparated up to Dean's study.
"We're kidnapping you," she announced. "For Lavender has found illicit substances and rather than let the impressionable youth go down the wrong path, we thought to continue down our crooked one."
"Yes, we demand that you come have fun with us." If she thought she would have gotten away with it, she would have sat on the desk. As it was, it was covered with important looking papers that Lav tended to shy away from, so she perched on his lap instead.
Dean looked down at the blonde in his lap and his housemate. "Illicit substances?" he repeated, looking at the baggie that was dangling from Parvati's hand. "Fuck all, Joe." He was going to kill his baby brother. There was a toddler in the house. He didn't know where the girls had come across the pot, and frankly he didn't care. Would serve the bastard right if his stash got filched.
"Alright, but you've got to move, Lav. We're not smoking in my study. The lounge downstairs is perfectly acceptable. It's also close to the kitchen." Which was delightfully well stocked thanks to Parvati.
She put her arms around his neck and let her head drop to his shoulder, turning her green eyes up to his. "Can't you carry me? What's the use of having all these big muscles if you're not going to use them?"
"Because I need to clean up here and you need to go down stairs and roll us a few joints unless you found a bong instead." Dean shook his head. "Go on, I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Party pooper," Parvati stuck her tongue out at him.
"Fine, be that way," Lavender sniffed. Her skirts swished around her as she crossed the room back to Parvati.
"It's my little brother's pot we're smoking," Dean said nonchalantly. "Which means, in some odd way, it's mine. So play nice."
The blonde hooked her arm through Parvati's and turned them in the direction of the door. "Don't think that we won't."
Ten minutes later Dean was downstairs. Already Parvati had laid food out in preparation for the inevitable attack of the munchies. Lavender was a busy little bee rolling the joints. "Looks like your all set without me," he said as he flopped down onto the couch.
Parvati poked him in the side. "Damn straight, now budge over."
"Make room for me!" Lavender pushed to her feet and went to snuggle up with her besties on the couch.
"Don't worry ladies," Dean wrapped his arms around their shoulders. "There's enough of me to around for everyone."
Parvati blinked. "I'd comment on that, but Lav's banned me from ever speaking about that again."
"Ew, please don't speak about that ever again." She took that opportunity to stick her tongue out at the other girl.
"I didn't speak of it," Parvati returned with her own tongue sticking out. "I referenced it. There's a difference. Legal, I'm sure." She looked at the man in between them for confirmation.
He shrugged. "Probably, but I'm not too fussed to actually go check for you."
"Well it should be illegal to know something like that about your friends. It's the real reason I wanted to smoke the pot. To try and drive away the horror," she told them, putting the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically.
"That and you didn't have to pay for it," Parvati remarked. "Now do us all a favor, blondie, and light up."
"That, too," she admitted lightly, picking up a joint and touching her wand to the tip of it.
"Found in my house, though, so technically it's mine. So first hit!" Plucking the joint from Lavender's hand he inhaled deeply before passing it on.
"Hey!" she cried indignantly.
Letting out a few smoke rings, Dean smiled at the blonde. "Love me anyway, Lav."
Parvati rolled her eyes, not even bothering to take her own hit. "Here." She handed the joint to the other woman.
"Thank you, darling." She reached across Dean's chest to take the joint from the other woman.
"See? I'm a darling." Parvati grinned. She didn't need a lot of anything to really loosen up. Maybe that made her a bit of a lush, but she didn't care. "Me next."
"Yes, you're a darling. And I even like you too sometimes, Dean." She inhaled and passed it back to Parvati.
As Parvati took her hit, she remembered her nights in Goa, the second or third time she had made her rounds. After Paddie and before Kiran. The nights on the beach. The all night parties. Liquor and marijuana had been plentiful them. Probably still was, but Parvati wouldn't know that scene anymore. She took a deep hit, letting the bluish, sweet smoke fill her lungs.
Lavender was no stranger to weed. She'd tried a lot of things on her little tour around the world. A lot. Weed, E, LSD - which she'd quite enjoyed until a bad trip turned her off of the stuff forever. "This is some pretty good stuff. Wonder if Joseph will tell me where he got it."
Dean dipped his head back, even as his arms came up to cradle his two girls. "Don't say that. Please don't turn my little brother into a drug dealer. That's just going to make my mother mad."
Parvati giggled and peered over at Lavender as she passed the joint back. "Did you know his mother grounded him after Harry killed the Dark Lord? She didn't like it that he left home without telling anyone." Not that she didn't understand Mrs. Thomas' point. It was quite valid. If Kiran had ever thought to do something like that... no, she shook her head, her sunbeam would never have to face the difficult choices they did. Parvati would move mountains to make sure her child was safe.
"Weren't you a little old to be grounded, Deany boy?" the blonde asked, snuggling closer to his body. She took a long drag and passed it on to the man in question.
"And went head first into battle without a wand? Apparently that only served to justify it even more." Dean shrugged, accepting the joint. "One learns quickly not to argue with my mother."
"I think she has a very valid point," Parvati pointed out. "Or at least now I do. Back then I probably would have thrown a fit."
"Oh, it wasn't that bad. Mostly coddled me." The haze of the smoke and memory made him look back on the time with more fondness than was really warented. "And let me tell you, I really did appreciate a bed and a shower, so it was pretty much a win-win situation."
"Wands didn't do much good to the people who had them." She pushed the long fall of golden blonde hair to the side and turned her head to show them the scars on her neck. "Dad, threw a fit when they found out. S'why I took off as soon as I was released. Had to give him time to cool off."
Parvati reached out to trace the lines with her fingertips. "We all hurt," she said softly. "Some are just more visible than others."
"It doesn't hurt that much anymore," she whispered, drawing away and brushing her hair forward to cover the imperfections.
"But they did. Once," Parvati whispered back, her eyes solemn. "I think I forgot that other people have hurts, I was so wrapped up in my own."
Dean shifted. This was getting a little too close to home for him.
"I think that this conversation took a bad turn. Shouldn't we be giggling madly about now?" Lavender asked, reaching for the blunt.
"If not, I've birthday cake in the kitchen." Parvati settled against Dean's side, happy to hear his heartbeat thumping steadily. She fixed her friend with a mock glare. "And don't think you're getting out of eating a big slice either. It's your birthday and your cake."
"It's my birthday," Lavender drawled with a smile. "I will eat whatever I want, including cake, thanks."
"Exactly." Parvati nodded. "S'why I'm only forcing cake down your throat instead of other stuff. I'm being nice." She looked up at Dean for confirmation
"Oh no, I'm not getting involved in this." The black man shook his head, though both his arms came down to wrap around his two girls. "It's Lav's birthday and you're both very nice."
Lav snickered and rested her head on Dean's shoulder. It was just the right width for using as a pillow and he was warm and it was comfy. "What else were you going to try to stuff down my throat?" she asked, leering.
"Wouldn't you like to know." Parvati stuck her tongue out. "My room, after Dean's passed out," she mock whispered.
"Oh no, if the two of you are getting it on, I'm staying up for it." Dean shook his head.
The Indian woman arched a brow. "You want your toenails painted too? Why Dean, I had no idea."
"Why should that surprise you? I mean, it wouldn't be Dean's first foray into cross-dressing," Lavender put in from his other side.
The man's eyes narrowed. "I thought we weren't going to mention that ever again under threat of tickling." He paused. "And I wasn't the only one. Seamus got dragged along for the ride too."
"I didn't mention it, I referenced it. There's a difference, you know," she giggled, winking at Parvati.
"Really Dean," Parvati fluttered her lashes at him. "As a barrister you should know the legal distinctions between the two. And you and Seamus looked absolutely fetching. That was mentioning, in case you were interested."
"Very pretty," Lavender agreed, tilting her face up to his. "Are you going to tickle now?"
"Later," he promised. "When you both least expect it."
Summary: Dean and Parvati help Lavender celebrate her birthday.