Lavender laughed softly. "I haven't thought about moving lately. I mean, my place is tiny and I can't really do anything nice like have a pet or a garden, but it's just... it's mine. I know what you mean about the independence, though. I love it." She grinned. "I wouldn't change it now, actually, though I'm sure I won't be on my own forever. Just can't picture moving back in with my parents."
She reached across the table to touch Neville's hand. "If there's one thing I know about your gran, it's that she knows her own mind." Lavender's lips twitched into a smirk. "And I don't think she's the type to sugarcoat things."