Marie of Roumania: A Hogsmeade Drabble
Your task is to write a drabble that is no less then 500 and no more than 1,000 words. Everyone likes some romance. It tends to be one of the biggest wars in the HP fandom. Your drabble must be about a pairing… any pairing (except cross-gen) that you can come up with. Please leave your entries at this post. Thank you.
Word Count: 838
Lavender stared at her tea, swirling it with her left hand and resting her face in her right. She hoped she was not blushing too badly. She really couldn’t believe that Morag would just leave her sitting there, one lonely girl at a table for two in Madame Puddifoot’s. It wasn’t that she fancied herself in love with the boy, as she had told Parvati the previous night in the quiet darkness of their dormitory; the sheer embarrassment of the situation was the trouble.
Morag had barely touched his tea before asking her outright why they were there on a date if she wasn’t interested in him. Lavender diligently protested that she indeed was interested in him and had been anticipating their date for three weeks. Morag then laughed at her and told her that if she truly wanted him, they would have done something in those three weeks other than see each other in Charms under the watchful eye of Professor Flitwick. Lavender had no protest for that, knowing all too well that it was true. And then Morag left.
It was true that she didn’t want to date Morag. She liked him well enough, but was not remotely interested in him romantically. He was smart and handsome, though, and the sort of boy her mother wanted her to date and, eventually, marry. He was studying to be an Arithmancer. When he asked her, one day after Charms, to join him on the next Hogsmeade weekend, Lavender said, yes, mostly because it was expected of her. She had her eyes on someone else – had for a very long time – but knew that there was no chance of romance in that direction. She repeatedly told herself that she needed to look elsewhere, but the relationships were empty and usually ended with her embarrassment and his anger.
Morosely, the young Gryffindor finished her tea and drained the dregs as she had learned in Divinations. She tipped the teacup cautiously before putting it down and looking for the leaves. At the moment, all she could see were brown lumps that looked more like fresh turned soil than anything readable, Seer or no.
“You can’t read your own tea leaves, silly,” said a familiar voice from behind her. “Don’t you remember rule number one in divination? Never attempt to read your own future.”
Lavender smiled slowly. “Parvati, I didn’t realize you were here.”
The Indian girl shrugged. “I ran into Morag when I was heading for the Three Broomsticks. He seemed angry, so I thought I would see if I could find you here. Did you two fight? I know how much you were looking forward to this date.”
“We didn’t fight.”
When it became clear that her friend was not going to offer any more information, Parvati grabbed Lavender’s teacup, her gold bracelets catching the light. “Let me read your leaves then.” She looked intently at the cup. “Let’s see… An oyster… An open book… A kite… A vase… A drum… A harp… I’ve never seen a teacup with this much good news before! It looks like you weren’t meant to be with Morag, after all. You’re going to find a new love, one who is a secret admirer… Or perhaps you’re the secret admirer, I can’t tell from the position…”
“You’re just trying to cheer me up,” Lavender protested.
Parvati laughed. Lavender loved it when Parvati laughed. “That was the original plan, but I’m not lying. Just look at your cup.”
“I don’t think so.” Lavender frowned. “I don’t think I’m going to go much for love, anymore. It doesn’t seem worth it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I do care for someone, but it’s not returned. There’s no point.”
Lavender sighed. Perhaps if she was forthright, things would be easier. Of course, in the short run, she might lose a friend, but it would be better than trying to be with someone she couldn’t love. “You.”
Parvati looked stunned, paling even under her darker skin. “You want to date me?”
Biting her lip, Lavender nodded.
“But you like boys.”
“I’m supposed to like boys.”
“So am I.”
Unsure of how to interpret that statement, Lavender just stared at her friend, relieved that Parvati was not angry with her. She remembered when Seamus admitted that he liked Dean and Dean refused to speak to him for a week. At least Parvati did not seem to be leaning in that direction.
“What I mean to say,” Parvati continued after a moment, “is that I would like to be your girlfriend.”
“Really?” Lavender felt like the breath had been knocked out of her. “You aren’t just saying that?”
Parvati rolled her eyes. “Of course, really. And even if you’re suspicious of me, you should know that tea leaves never lie.”
Lavender burst into giggles at that, a private joke they had shared since Professor Trelawney wrongly predicted that Harry Potter would die in their third year. She thought she couldn’t be happier than when Parvati began to laugh with her.