Lavender was laughing as quietly as she could but it was a fairly excited laugh, peels of giggles. What could she say? Michael was pretty funny that way. When he cursed her eyes got huge and she looked over the edge of the bed at him, putting her finger over her lips. "We won't fool Padma that way!" she whispered. She decided that she really should consider some sort of silencing charm for her bedroom, a permenant ward of sorts. She would look into it. After all, with Padma living there now... she just didn't want to have to subject her.
"Ooh hello," she said, grinning as he leaned over and kissed her forehead. She was starting to stretch when his fingers found her and she squealed. "Michael!" she was still trying to whisper but finding it nearly impossible. Lavender reached for a pillow to hit him with, trying to deter him but to no avail. Finally she tried thrusting her hips to throw him off balance.
"The jumper is gorgeous. You'll look like you're trying to stave off the chill from outside, obviously. See? This is why you had to be blindfolded."