Lavender Brown (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} angustifolia) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
As Susan dredged up the lyrics to their awful song from her memory, Lavender was glad that there had been so much tequila consumed that night that neither of them had been able to make up any dance moves. Her lip curled at the mention of Seamus's issues with his scar, but before she could fall into one of her old, bitter thought patterns about how Seamus could at least choose who saw his scar, she took a large gulp of her drink. "Mm. Poor Justin. Poor Ophelia."
Her lips quirked into a sly smile. "Ah, my stupid man." She set down her drink on the table. "He's good. I... feel like it's probably not sensible for me to like him as much as I do, but..." Lavender shrugged, cheeks turning a little pink. "I won him in the raffle and we're going meditating. Can you even imagine?"