Naturally Parvati was going against orders and wandered around the town by herself. Despite having nearly a month's detention for acting out against a professor, she jumped at any opportunity she saw to rebel. The staff at Hogwarts were a bunch of baboons anyway. Why did it matter? Sticking to the rules wasn't going to bring Lavender back, and waiting around under lockdown obviously hadn't prevented any further deaths. The way Parvati saw it, they were all idly waiting around to die.
Hogsmeade wasn't the same. It was dark and lonely, it had lost its old familiar smell. And it wasn't because of the Quarantine. It was the absence of her best mate - her shopping partner - that had changed it. She had for a moment thought it was a godsend, to be able to go out in the village once more. It certainly wasn't any uptown London shoppe, but it was something. After months of nothing. But not even Parvati could get excited about shopping.
Dressed unusually in jeans and sneakers, covered with spots of mud from the dirt paths, Parvati wandered towards the outskirts of the village, hoping to catch any sort of glance of the outside world. To know it was still there. Anything. Pulling her winter robes tighter around her small frame as a frigid breeze blew her way, she almost stepped right on to Neville on the ground. She tilted her head, peering down at him.
"You're a sight for sore eyes," she said tartly, still finding she had the ability to tease. Perhaps there was someone in the school who looked more disheveled than she. Not saying anything more, she plopped down on the ground a few feet away, not minding the dirt at all.