“Thank you,” Lavender said softly, reaching to take the glass and lightly brushing Fleur’s fingers as she did. The mere touch was enough to almost make Lavender shiver. Concentrating on the cool feeling in her hand, she looked down at the glass before taking a big sip. “Hmmm…” she cooed softly, happy for an excuse to let out some of her pent up feelings.
“Mad?” Had Lavender misheard her? Did Fleur’s accent throw her off? She didn’t think so… “Why would he be mad at you? Because he is doing so badly?” That didn’t seem like Ron really.
Lavender blushed and looked down. “I am, I guess. Sorry, Professor.”
Smiling brightly, Lavender nodded. “I love Chanel. My mother actually did quite a bit of work with them when she used to model,” she told her teacher. “Unfortunately, I can’t wear many of their outfits. I don’t really have the curves for it…”
“Oh no, I can’t!” Lavender giggled, unsure of what to do. Her cheeks had turned a deep red and she looked down at her water again. She took a big drink of it stalling for time. “So, how do you like…teaching here now?” she asked in a thinly veiled attempt to change the subject.