Lavender was oblivious to the looks Professor Delacour was getting from her fellow students as she was too busy staring at the lovely French woman herself. Putting her elbow on the desk, she rested her chin in her hand.
She knew that some of the students made fun of Fleur for her thick accent. However, Lavender thought it was incredibly sexy. She almost spoke up to tell Fleur that there was nothing to be sorry for. Luckily, as not to make a fool of herself, Lavender managed to stop herself.
“Oh!” Lavender exclaimed, shaken from her revelry. “Thank you, Professor.” She beamed proudly. Parvati, still beside her, stifled a giggle and rolled her eyes at her smitten friend.
Trying to listen to the lesson, Lavender found the task practically impossible. She simply stared that the blonde Professor and daydreamed about her.