RP: New Year
Date: January 1st, 2005
Character(s): Lavender Brown
Location: Copper Towers
Status: Private
Summary: Lavender can't believe it's the New Year already.
Completion: Complete
Was it really New Year's Day already? To Lavender, it seemed as though it had only been a couple of days since Christmas. That said, she'd been back at work since the 27th, having spent most of Boxing Day curled up in her own bedroom at her parents' house with what she had insisted to them was not a hangover. Really.
It's was all her father's fault, really. Duncan Brown had 'experimented' with fermenting some of the fruit from his garden, producing something that was more than fruity enough to hide the taste of the alcohol. As a result, Lavender had no idea how she'd got to bed on Christmas Day, although her mother informed her (in an infuriatingly smug manner) that the bruises on Lavender's shins were probably from stumbling up the stairs.
New Year's Eve had been spent working late at the hospital. Then, she'd dropped in on Terry Boot's party, although perhaps that hadn't been the best idea. But that was the thing about hindsight: part of her wondered whether she should have found out what Ron was doing, but didn't want to seem clingy or anything like that. Perhaps I'll go and see him some time.
Lavender smiled as she opened her curtains, looking out on a new day and a new year. The war was over, she'd started her training as a midwife and she felt more settled than she had since she'd moved to Stoatshead. It was going to be a good year.
Character(s): Lavender Brown
Location: Copper Towers
Status: Private
Summary: Lavender can't believe it's the New Year already.
Completion: Complete
Was it really New Year's Day already? To Lavender, it seemed as though it had only been a couple of days since Christmas. That said, she'd been back at work since the 27th, having spent most of Boxing Day curled up in her own bedroom at her parents' house with what she had insisted to them was not a hangover. Really.
It's was all her father's fault, really. Duncan Brown had 'experimented' with fermenting some of the fruit from his garden, producing something that was more than fruity enough to hide the taste of the alcohol. As a result, Lavender had no idea how she'd got to bed on Christmas Day, although her mother informed her (in an infuriatingly smug manner) that the bruises on Lavender's shins were probably from stumbling up the stairs.
New Year's Eve had been spent working late at the hospital. Then, she'd dropped in on Terry Boot's party, although perhaps that hadn't been the best idea. But that was the thing about hindsight: part of her wondered whether she should have found out what Ron was doing, but didn't want to seem clingy or anything like that. Perhaps I'll go and see him some time.
Lavender smiled as she opened her curtains, looking out on a new day and a new year. The war was over, she'd started her training as a midwife and she felt more settled than she had since she'd moved to Stoatshead. It was going to be a good year.