"I could probably spare you a few slices of toast, if only because you got me macaroons."
Lavender followed Parvati to the mirror, a trend that began years ago when they were young and not so good with make-up. "No, I look a mess. Stupid detentions are so exhausting. Look at these bags under my eyes!" Lavender looked at Parvati's reflection and sighed. No wonder Seamus fancied her, she was so effortlessly beautiful that she didn't need make-up. "I'm going to need a trowel to put on my make-up."