"I'm begging you," Lavender stressed in a low growl, unable to keep her gaze on his face for long, his shaggy, unkempt hair taking all of her attention. There were some boys who could wear their hair long and messy, and however wonderful Neville was, he was not one of those boys.
"Please? Come on, I'm bored!" She wore her best pout, jutting out her lower lip with a liberal dash of exaggeration, "I'm really good, honest. I cut my brother's hair all the time."
As if she was psychic, she honed in on Neville's thought pattern, "Imagine what your gran would say if she saw the state of your hair. It's worth getting a Howler over."