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Fic - Fortune Teller - 1/1
Title: Fortune Teller
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Parvati/Lavender
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Lavender catches a glimpse of her destiny.
Author's Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100's Challenge #411
For a moment, she thinks it isn’t working. White mist swirls in the crystal ball between them, and Lavender sighs. She can hear some of the boys muttering to each other about burn marks and uselessness, and she wants so desperately to See something that – when she does – she almost misses it.
A girl changing into a wolf and back; a goddess with many arms; a moon overhead and a potion bubbling in a cauldron; a feeling, as she watches, of warmth and contentment spreading in her chest.
There’s a pang of loss when the vision swirls back into smoke. She blinks. Incense is stinging her eyes worse than she’d thought – there’s a goddess in the chair next to her.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Parvati/Lavender
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Lavender catches a glimpse of her destiny.
Author's Notes: Written for
femslash100's Challenge #411For a moment, she thinks it isn’t working. White mist swirls in the crystal ball between them, and Lavender sighs. She can hear some of the boys muttering to each other about burn marks and uselessness, and she wants so desperately to See something that – when she does – she almost misses it.
A girl changing into a wolf and back; a goddess with many arms; a moon overhead and a potion bubbling in a cauldron; a feeling, as she watches, of warmth and contentment spreading in her chest.
There’s a pang of loss when the vision swirls back into smoke. She blinks. Incense is stinging her eyes worse than she’d thought – there’s a goddess in the chair next to her.
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