Lavender watched the women cross her arms, a sign she was becoming defensive. She wasn't rubbing on her the right way, but it didn't really matter. Lavender was tired and didn't really want to talk about Octavius with this women any longer. She didn't know him.
"Great," she said with a forced smile. "Maybe I'll see you around the shop? I should head back home. I think it's nap time for everyone."