Lavender & Theodore
"Okay, fine," he said after she shook her head. If she didn't want to be treated, then fine. She was so stubborn. "What? My hair is colored like theirs?" he asked a little confused.
"You are no making any sense, Lavender. You're worse than my father, I swear. Always trying to make me follow his footsteps, be a bloody Purist and stuck-up. Follow the family traditions... That's bullshit." He covered his mouth as soon as the last word left his lips. "I don't know why I said that."