Lavender had pregamed this party, knowing what her alcohol intake was. She didn't want to cause trouble, drinking too much in the hopes of getting drunk. It was easier to go through her own stores and show up to parties already feeling good about herself, and she was sure she was going to need the extra boost the alcohol gave her just to walk through the front door and into the party. She'd done nothing but work and stay at home, save for that coffee date with Harry earlier in the week, since she'd lost the baby. But the moon was tomorrow night and she was feeling antsy enough to leave the house and not go insane. Besides, Flint's parties always offered up a measure of fun and interesting things to do.
By the time she had arrived, things were already picking up it seemed. There was already at least one girl who was dancing topless. Lavender was quite pleased with that. It was her first moon in two months and she was going crazy, itching under her clothes and with no one to help her out. This party was going to be a fantastic escape from her life, or the perfect way to get back to her old self, before Roger. That was what she wanted, right? To be done with the whole dating, baby scene. She wanted to be Lavender again, the slag who snogged random blokes at parties in the name of good fun. Shame all of her normal go-to's were suddenly not acceptable anymore.
As the night wore on, Lavender drank more, danced more and eventually ended up on a couch, snogging some bloke who looked like a Quidditch player. If she were paying enough attention, she would have realized he was a player from Roger's team, but that was of little consequence. She just wanted to feel whole again, and this party... it wasn't working the way she wanted it to, but she was still having fun.