The moment Neville's resignation was apparent on his face, Lavender let out a delighted squeal and began clapping her hands like an enthusiastic seal. She bounced up off her seat and clapped some more, singing a chorus of "Yay," while she jogged around the sofa towards the staircase.
"Um, anywhere?" Lavender paused her clapping to point at a straight-backed chair by one of the tables, "Over there would be best."
Quick as a flash, she skirted to the girls' dorm and reached under her bed. She pulled out a case and tapped her wand on it, and it immediately expanded into a five-foot tall, narrow set of drawers. Each drawer held some item or other of beautification, whether make-up or perfume or toiletries. She opened the appropriate drawer - haircare - and retrieved everything she would need, then barrelled out of the room and down the stairs.
"This is going to be fun!" She said with determination as she spread out all her utensils on the table.