Lavender was practically buzzing with excitement at the news that her god-son had been born. She'd seen that Seamus was the god-father and while she wasn't surprised she was a little irked a the idea that if something happened (god forbid) Sofiya would have the opportunity to get her grubby little hands on him. Lavender was still holding out for a quick divorce though.
She wouldn't havthe opportunity to see Damien until the tomorrow morning so she had to force herself to get dressed and focus on drinks with Morag. Morag whom she'd barely seen in a year and a half and likely not without Michael about. She really did want to see the other woman, catch up, or comisserate but she was a little leery. They seemed to be riding opposite sides of the same fence and even on journals things had gotten a little tetchy.
Lavender, ever a believer in positive thinking, forced all of that away as half-past drew nearer. When Morag stepped out of the floo she greeted her with warmth. It didn't take long for them to decide where to head (avoiding London due to the muggle bombings) and soon they were both stepping out into the Red Lion.