Lavender’s eyes followed Fleur’s hands as the beauty smoothed out her robes. Instinctually, wanting to please the other girl on a base level she didn’t understand, Lavender almost reached out to gently smooth down the robes as well. Having actually moved her hand, she covered for herself by raising it to her mouth and coughing lightly. “Excuse me.”
“I’m…not scared,” Lavender said softly. Her heart was hammering hard in her chest, but she really didn’t think she was afraid. Nervous excitement, as she chose to think of it, filled her. However, she couldn’t help but think realistically that she was being brought into Professor Delacour’s office to discuss something negative.
Once her test came out, she knew she was in for some bad news. “Failed?” Lavender blinked, now longer distracted for the time being by Fleur’s beauty and magnetism. She plopped down in the chair in front of Fleur’s desk.
Lavender was hardly a star student. However, she didn’t earn many T’s. How could she have gotten a “Troll” grade. She looked up at Professor Delacour. “I…” She swallowed hard, finding it hard to think as she looked at the older girl. “…have been trying. I guess I’ve been distracted lately. I’m really sorry, Professor, I’ll try and do better.”
Folding her hands in her lap, Lavender looked down at them afraid to meet Fleur's stunning, emerald gaze any longer.