RP: Stress
Date: November 12th, 2005
Character(s): Lavender Brown, Arabella Figg
Location: Copper Towers
Status: Public
Summary: Stress takes its toll; Lavender is just about ready to curl up and cry.
Completion: Complete
Lavender had never been the strongest student at school. When she'd been at Hogwarts, her grades had been distinctly average - nothing that really made her stand out and nothing to really give her motivation. Then, the war had come and she had found that motivation after being stuck in a monotonous office job. She had become a mediwitch and struggled through the studies, finding a great strength in herself. People who she'd known at school and got reacquainted with after the end of the war had been surprised to find she was a mediwitch, Lavender quietly confident in her position.
Even though she knew she was still no good at studying, Lavender had stuck by her decision to train to become a midwife. The last few months had been tiring, but the last few weeks had been just plain exhausting. On Thursday, however, she was going to hand in her last assessment and her last huge stack of paperwork. Then, she was going to drive herself crazy waiting to hear whether she'd done enough to qualify or if she'd have to do a few more months of training.
For the last few days, she had barely slept, stressing about the assessments and drinking far too much tea in a vague attempt to be alert - the caffeine really wasn't helping her with her sleeping, either. When Lavender tried to Apparate to Copper Towers and ended up down the road, all she could be grateful for was that she managed not to splinch herself.
Lavender groaned as she saw the block of flats down the road, mentally admonishing herself but too tired to try Apparating the rest of the way. She was going to have a hot bath when she got home. And cake. Chocolate cake. Oh, Merlin. Lavender frowned. She didn't want to go home. She wanted to go to Ron. She wanted to curl up on his sofa in one of his old t-shirt with her boyfriend and Molly the cat.
Dammit. Lavender wiped her eyes, telling herself that there was absolutely no point in getting worked up over this because it wasn't going to happen, was it? She angrily pulled her cloak tighter around her against the November chill and proceeded to trip up the steps to Copper Towers, landing with a hard bang on her knees.
Great, Lavender thought, turning her hands over to see the grazes on her palms. This is just what I need.
Character(s): Lavender Brown, Arabella Figg
Location: Copper Towers
Status: Public
Summary: Stress takes its toll; Lavender is just about ready to curl up and cry.
Completion: Complete
Lavender had never been the strongest student at school. When she'd been at Hogwarts, her grades had been distinctly average - nothing that really made her stand out and nothing to really give her motivation. Then, the war had come and she had found that motivation after being stuck in a monotonous office job. She had become a mediwitch and struggled through the studies, finding a great strength in herself. People who she'd known at school and got reacquainted with after the end of the war had been surprised to find she was a mediwitch, Lavender quietly confident in her position.
Even though she knew she was still no good at studying, Lavender had stuck by her decision to train to become a midwife. The last few months had been tiring, but the last few weeks had been just plain exhausting. On Thursday, however, she was going to hand in her last assessment and her last huge stack of paperwork. Then, she was going to drive herself crazy waiting to hear whether she'd done enough to qualify or if she'd have to do a few more months of training.
For the last few days, she had barely slept, stressing about the assessments and drinking far too much tea in a vague attempt to be alert - the caffeine really wasn't helping her with her sleeping, either. When Lavender tried to Apparate to Copper Towers and ended up down the road, all she could be grateful for was that she managed not to splinch herself.
Lavender groaned as she saw the block of flats down the road, mentally admonishing herself but too tired to try Apparating the rest of the way. She was going to have a hot bath when she got home. And cake. Chocolate cake. Oh, Merlin. Lavender frowned. She didn't want to go home. She wanted to go to Ron. She wanted to curl up on his sofa in one of his old t-shirt with her boyfriend and Molly the cat.
Dammit. Lavender wiped her eyes, telling herself that there was absolutely no point in getting worked up over this because it wasn't going to happen, was it? She angrily pulled her cloak tighter around her against the November chill and proceeded to trip up the steps to Copper Towers, landing with a hard bang on her knees.
Great, Lavender thought, turning her hands over to see the grazes on her palms. This is just what I need.