Notes: There's going to be a hint of a f/f pairing here. If that bothers you, shoo.

It's dark, and it's cold, and she isn't really hearing what Lavender is saying, but she had a feeling it doesn't really matter. It's all the same, now. And she's grown apart from her, her best friend, the only person Parvati thought she'd love forever, would always understand her.

When they were younger they shared an interest of Divination, and now, ironically, it's what Parvati blames to be the cause of their tearing apart. Parvati doesn't want to know the future any more. What's the point. It's blank and dreary and deppressing. There aren't happy endings, only blood and death and destruction. Loneliness and fear. Tears and hurt.

Lavender looks for other answers. If it's not in tea leaves, it has to be in tarot cards. It wasn't a tiger in her dream, it was a cat. It has to symbolize something different. Lavender flips through the pages of her worn Divination book and Parvati could yell at her for the noise, the distraction, for being so blind, but it's Lavender, it's the only person she has left, so she dos't. She just bits her lip, and when she's alone she heals the cracks.

There's nothing to be gained from staying on the light side. She knows that know. Nothing except dignity. Honor, perhaps. And what good is that when you're dead? Or, worse, alive, but miserable and alone. Afraid. Lonely. She repeats the words that Pansy says, over and over before she falls asleep. The losing side. The winning side. So much to be gained. So much to be lost.

Lavender doesn't cry even though her father has just died. The war will be over soon, she says. Have faith.

Parvati had faith at first but she has seen to much. She's not a fighter and never has been. She's not going to get a sign burned into her arm or wear a mask and run after Harry Potter. She just shuts her eyes shut and kisses Pansy and waits for all her dreams to come true.