Padma held the coffee mug close to her lips, letting the steam and aroma drift up and around her face. It was comforting. She'd hold her mug close to her lips even when she wasn't sipping from it. She watched Michael walk to Lavender's door, interested to see how he reacted if Lavender's houseguest was still around. Just because he and Lavender were on good terms, they were still exes. Padma thought it would bother her if she were to run into her ex with another person, so she assumed it would bother others just the same.
The too-close-to-the-mouth-kiss-on-the-cheek dance they did had Padma's eyebrow raising slowly. Yes, Padma was a bright, intellectual woman, but Merlin, she still loved some gossip and awkwardness—and Rowena's tits (as she'd often heard Michael say) this was interesting morning entertainment. She was actually starting to wake up.
When Lavender exited her room, Padma leaned out of her seat a little (though she tried not to be obvious about it) to try and see if there were a bloke in Lavender's room. Disappointed that she didn't see a frantic, half-dressed, deer-in-wandlights bloke standing in his skivvies.
"It's an atrocious jumper. He looks like he's going sailing," Padma deadpanned, stretching her fingers in her sling and noticing her nails were chipped. "Ullu ke pathe gaandu Aurors owe me a bloody manicure," she grumbled. This early in the morning Padma's diction and choice of vocabulary went right the window.
"Michael, tell me you're making pancakes," she begged, giving him a pitiful look followed by a smile.