Harbingers of Death: [ Daphne | Lavender ]
Lavender had only come for her damn teacups. After that, she swore that she wasn’t going to the Room of Requirement ever again. Lavender insisted that she didn’t want to die – though now she could probably predict, without her crystal balls or tarot cards or tea leaves, when she was going to. The harbingers of death had disappeared and Lavender was the opposite of relieved. Her treasure hunt for the tea cups had gone, and she turned over whatever furniture looked like it could hide a whole person. And all the while, she was muttering to herself in denial.
Who else could have possibly known? Who else could find out? Maybe Seamus or Padma or anyone knew? But Lavender didn’t have the time to ask them since Harry and Hermione were already gone – perhaps everyone else was just helping or looking already? It wasn’t like Lavender to be in the loop about anything the DA did nowadays anyway.
But she had a bad feeling about all of this to begin with that she won’t ignore, and what was worse was that she had no plan. Even if she could find anyone without the Carrows finding out, she didn’t have the capacity to stop anyone from getting hurt. It was better than nothing, right? The details were fuzzy in her head as she kicked an armchair in her way out of the Room of Requirement, forgetting once again that she was getting herself into something that she had worked so hard to keep herself out of.
She sprinted, panting hard; her breaths echoed across the empty halls and it wasn’t long before she had slowed to catch her breath, using the wall for support as she tried to fast-walk her way to the Divination Tower. There hadn’t been any other place where Lavender could project with as much focus. Lavender had to find them – and quickly.
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