Make New Friends But Keep the Old
Oz had probably talked more to Lavender Brown that he’d talked to anyone in his life ever, but she didn’t know that. Except Willow. He’d probably shared the most with Willow. He was just so curious about Lavender and the pack she came from. He knew Rowan’s uncle Sean was the leader, and he was reading between the lines and figuring out that his second in command Barris was Lavender’s ex boyfriend and that things had not ended well.
He also spent an extraordinary amount of time looking at her hair. It was just wild. He knew she had brushed it; he’d seen her with the brush, but it still looked windblown.
Lavender didn’t know what to make of this lone wolf she’d been spending time with. He was very gracious to her, but he asked a lot of questions about the pack. Still, something told her she could trust him. Since getting turned, she usually had pretty good instincts there.
“Hey, Oz, could I talk to you about...” Willow trailed off when she saw the blonde sitting with Oz in his rooms. “Oh.”
“Oh hey, Will, this is Lavender. She’s a friend of Neville’s. Lavender, this is Willow.”
All the hair on the back of Lavender’s neck was standing on end. “You don’t smell entirely human.”
Oz made a face. “Hi also works.”
“Oh. Right. Sorry,” Lavender said. “That was very rude. Apologies. Hello. Lovely to meet you.”
“You’re a werewolf.”
“I am. So what are you? Because there’s all sorts of interesting scents on you.”
Lavender wasn’t going to say that this woman reminded her of what she imagined Voldemort had smelled like but she hadn’t been a werewolf when he was still existing; she said existing because she felt what he had been doing in all those years Harry was growing up should not be considered living.
Willow was instantly wary when the woman had admitted to being a werewolf. She was having Veruca flashbacks.
“Willow’s a witch,” Oz said.
“Oh,” Lavender said. “Me too. I was before I was turned anyhow. Still am.”
Willow didn’t like the way Oz was smiling at Lavender every time she spoke. She knew it was irrational. She knew he was allowed to have friends outside the Council. She even knew he could have other werewolves as friends and that not everyone was a psycho like Veruca, but that didn’t mean she had to be instantly okay with it or even okay with it ever, but she did need to be civil, and she definitely wanted to be cautious.
It was also very hypocritical of her. She had told him she didn’t want a relationship of the romantic kind with him when she was starting to see Daphne. She didn’t want to be one of those girls who didn’t want to date a guy but didn’t want him dating anyone else either.
“So what kind of wand do you have?” Lavender asked.
It was right then that Willow saw Lavender Brown knew who she was. It was all over her face. The surprise followed by the fear.
“You’re her. You’re the Dark One.”
Willow didn’t say anything.
“I somehow thought you’d be taller.”
Willow just nodded before she moved back to the door. “I’ll just talk to you later, Oz.”
“Willow...” But she was already out the door. Oz sighed.
“I didn’t mean to chase her off,” Lavender said.
“It’s okay. She’s.... it’s complicated, but you didn’t do anything wrong.”
Oz wondered if that was exactly true, though. Maybe what he should have said was that Lavender didn’t mean to do anything wrong. He had noticed that she could be a bit harsh, a bit catty, but she often checked herself immediately after. It was as if she knew she had been this not so nice person and was trying to better herself, but sometimes she reverted to form.
What he liked was that it was so obvious that she was trying.