A slender figure approached the great doors of the, though haunted, homely doors of the school of Hogwarts. The lean slash of black beneath the pale, heavy, warm moonlight suddenly appeared, not ten figures from the stone steps, without pause, without sound, the compact, strong, but thin body moving without hesitation beneath the shading material concealing her. Moonlight enhanced the figure beneath the thick cloak, womanly curves and delicate lines scaled times over a dream. She moved gracefully, confident, each step as if it had been waiting an eternity be placed, each cloud of breath rising, as if long before, it had been known that it would occur. Each movement that brought the probably long forgotten, but always remembering, lonely being closer to home, each exhaled breath taking with it the past and reasons and memories and confusions.
Soft hands extended toward the grand doors, and gently pushed them open, the figure entering without sound, yet with more revelation than usual. The excitement was almost traceable through her very body. Finally, the hood dropped, those smooth hands coming to her collar, unclasping, and removing the cloak, sliding it off her thin, but strong shoulders, and twirling it slightly, hanging it on the coat-hanger near the door.
Pale, cool flesh was now revealed, pale as untouched snow, smooth as satin, flawless.. yet in a blink, she was changed, the angelic beauty still there, but in a more humanly sense. The once so very pale and prized flesh was now tanned, and bronze, occasioned with scratches from due travel. The beauty was raven haired, each strand long, silky, and lustrous, a drawing effect painted into each and every of the lower-back length, straight cord. Dazzling green eyes, of every hue and shade and emotion danced over the corridor, a moody, yet pleasant smile etched into the finely honed, stunning features of the so very changed, once very commonly seen student of Hogwarts.
Donned in softly faded black jeans, a deep green silk top, which was loose and mysterious, yet flauntingly hugging in occasion, she gave off a primly gentle aura. She had no shoes on - it was quite obvious that she had dipped her feet into the lake, as well - though the effect was at a zero - going shoeless was obviously a habit, of which she very much enjoyed, indeed.
Lavender was back.
Not as Lavender Potter. She, though she had loved her adopted parents very much, did not belong to the Potter's. She still thought of Harry as a brother, though. She thought of Harry as a very close brother. His silly antics, meditations, and grin.
She thought of Kiara as a sister, just as always. There had been unsolved conflict before both strong sources of power had broken away, but Lavender never forgot- she missed Kiara deeply. There would always be pain and sorrow, as there had always been, but that could never be enough to determine Kiara as anything less than a sister to Lavender. Once, they might have thought themselves distantly related. Though fate proved her hopes wrong, blood was not as important as the strength of friendships.
Ella. Sweet, beautiful, quiet Ellz. Lavender missed her dearly. Wondered where she went, along with Isis, Em..
Damion. Her lost love, half-Vampire companion. Her once so near, now curiously always absent dream. Of what could have been. Life had been hard. Where there could have been a proposal and marriage of life and character, there was a curious, though forgiving, and missing, hopeful and hopeless void.
Lavender remembered Ginny - loyal, determined, sharp-witted, quick, bold, caring, strong, troubled, and worn, but the image of strength and protection and fierceness itself. Lavender remembered one of her oldest, closest, most missed friends, the vow of never, ever forgetting like a jolt.
So many gone.
But there were so many new faces. New talents. Beautiful talents. Beautiful style and wondrous curiosities, fresh realities. Fresh hurts and sorrows and dramatics to an old background.
Lavender was so overjoyed that she was back. There was nothing like it.
It may have been just before dawn, but soon would arise the warmth and praise of the sun, as well as the many people of Hogwarts. Lavender remained where she was, aghast to all that had changed. She was sorry. She was so different. She was better than ever before, yet worse in so many ways. She hurt less in some places, and dreadfully in others.
~~At times life is wicked,
and I just don't know how to get through,
We spend our days in turmoil,
with nothing to gain, and everything to lose.~~
She quoted herself, with a rare, loose smile, clasping those soft, still palish hands behind her back.
{{Alas! I have decided to return and post here at HPFF! I missed this home too much! Muah! Xaver and Zack are usually bumming around my house, always switching off and on my comp with me when we have the time, so time will be pressed for RP time between the three of us {my poor comp, lolz}, but it has worked so far! lolz. The idiots are practically family, they are over so often, lolz. That, or like ticks. Yuppers. Ticks. :P Anywho! I will move their lazy butts and get on here more often! I missed you all, old and new!
:-* -Lav}}
Soft hands extended toward the grand doors, and gently pushed them open, the figure entering without sound, yet with more revelation than usual. The excitement was almost traceable through her very body. Finally, the hood dropped, those smooth hands coming to her collar, unclasping, and removing the cloak, sliding it off her thin, but strong shoulders, and twirling it slightly, hanging it on the coat-hanger near the door.
Pale, cool flesh was now revealed, pale as untouched snow, smooth as satin, flawless.. yet in a blink, she was changed, the angelic beauty still there, but in a more humanly sense. The once so very pale and prized flesh was now tanned, and bronze, occasioned with scratches from due travel. The beauty was raven haired, each strand long, silky, and lustrous, a drawing effect painted into each and every of the lower-back length, straight cord. Dazzling green eyes, of every hue and shade and emotion danced over the corridor, a moody, yet pleasant smile etched into the finely honed, stunning features of the so very changed, once very commonly seen student of Hogwarts.
Donned in softly faded black jeans, a deep green silk top, which was loose and mysterious, yet flauntingly hugging in occasion, she gave off a primly gentle aura. She had no shoes on - it was quite obvious that she had dipped her feet into the lake, as well - though the effect was at a zero - going shoeless was obviously a habit, of which she very much enjoyed, indeed.
Lavender was back.
Not as Lavender Potter. She, though she had loved her adopted parents very much, did not belong to the Potter's. She still thought of Harry as a brother, though. She thought of Harry as a very close brother. His silly antics, meditations, and grin.
She thought of Kiara as a sister, just as always. There had been unsolved conflict before both strong sources of power had broken away, but Lavender never forgot- she missed Kiara deeply. There would always be pain and sorrow, as there had always been, but that could never be enough to determine Kiara as anything less than a sister to Lavender. Once, they might have thought themselves distantly related. Though fate proved her hopes wrong, blood was not as important as the strength of friendships.
Ella. Sweet, beautiful, quiet Ellz. Lavender missed her dearly. Wondered where she went, along with Isis, Em..
Damion. Her lost love, half-Vampire companion. Her once so near, now curiously always absent dream. Of what could have been. Life had been hard. Where there could have been a proposal and marriage of life and character, there was a curious, though forgiving, and missing, hopeful and hopeless void.
Lavender remembered Ginny - loyal, determined, sharp-witted, quick, bold, caring, strong, troubled, and worn, but the image of strength and protection and fierceness itself. Lavender remembered one of her oldest, closest, most missed friends, the vow of never, ever forgetting like a jolt.
So many gone.
But there were so many new faces. New talents. Beautiful talents. Beautiful style and wondrous curiosities, fresh realities. Fresh hurts and sorrows and dramatics to an old background.
Lavender was so overjoyed that she was back. There was nothing like it.
It may have been just before dawn, but soon would arise the warmth and praise of the sun, as well as the many people of Hogwarts. Lavender remained where she was, aghast to all that had changed. She was sorry. She was so different. She was better than ever before, yet worse in so many ways. She hurt less in some places, and dreadfully in others.
~~At times life is wicked,
and I just don't know how to get through,
We spend our days in turmoil,
with nothing to gain, and everything to lose.~~
She quoted herself, with a rare, loose smile, clasping those soft, still palish hands behind her back.
{{Alas! I have decided to return and post here at HPFF! I missed this home too much! Muah! Xaver and Zack are usually bumming around my house, always switching off and on my comp with me when we have the time, so time will be pressed for RP time between the three of us {my poor comp, lolz}, but it has worked so far! lolz. The idiots are practically family, they are over so often, lolz. That, or like ticks. Yuppers. Ticks. :P Anywho! I will move their lazy butts and get on here more often! I missed you all, old and new!
:-* -Lav}}