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Lavender wants to be a Seer. Parvati just wants to be.
Rated M. Parvati/Lavender. 10.6k words.
Written for the @hpfemslashbigbang with the theme “exploration of magic”.
At thirteen, Lavender bought instant coffee over the holidays from the muggle druggist ‘round the corner of her house and began drinking it gritty and cold along with her regular cup of tea so she could read both the grounds and the leaves and pretend she knew what they said. At fourteen, Lavender held Seamus Finnigan’s hand under the table at breakfast and Parvati’s over her plate of eggs, tracing the lines in her palm like she’d done countless times before. At sixteen, Lavender slipped into the dorm-room at thirty-six past twelve from a night out at the Astronomy Tower, her collarbone painted with lip-shaped trophies, and sat on her bed cross-legged for an hour, meditating, while Parvati looked on from the next bed over.
