Lavender smiled at Fleur’s expression of affection. She could only imagine of Parvati would react if she saw them in that moment. Surly she would roll her eyes and make gagging motions. Of course, it was all in good fun. Lavender knew her best friend would be happy for her.
“Calf stockings? School skirts? Mary janes? Not really all that elegant,” she teased Fleur. “If my mum is any indication, I might be able to get away with elegant at that age. Maybe.”
“I’m not able to see your eyes when you come,” Lavender began shyly. “It’s hard to see them when my face is…where it usually is.” She grinned. Lavender almost always used her mouth to make Fleur come. Other than that… She thought back. She had no memory of ever seeing it. “As for the hair, I noticed that. But I thought it was just from you tossing your head back and forth.” She only shrugged about her nails. Maybe Lavender needed to be more observant?
“I am glad.” She smiled, obviously relieved. “I had thought so…but with you being part Veela, I wasn’t sure and I wanted…” Lavender trailed off having realized she was babbling and looked at Fleur sheepishly through her eyeslashes. “I’m glad,” she said after a pause to compose herself.