Lavender had meant only to put a couple of braids in her hair but her nervousness had led to a full fledged outfit, curls, braids, the whole nine yards. Despite the extra weight that she'd gained (and yet to lose) she looked good. Probably a little too good to be meeting with black market denizens.
Her jeans were simple and her shirt was girly. If nothing else she'd prefer that Dingle under estimate her. The less she looked like she should be doing this, the better in her opinion. She wasn't sure how she'd spot him but as soon as she walked up she realized how much he'd stick out like a sore thumb.
"You're not really one for blending in, are you?" she asked as she approached, putting on her best flirtatious smile and her hands in the back pockets of her jeans.