Bianca smiled gratefully up at Justin and went to step inside. Or she would have. Except right there, like fate was just mocking Bianca, was Lavender Brown. Bianca instinctively moved closer to Justin, stepping slightly behind him unconsciously. She tugged on his sleeve and whispered, "Lavender," the name filled with uncertainty.
Because really Bianca wasn't sure what to expect. She knew what Lavender thought. She didn't really know why or what the other woman would do with her knowledge. So she stood where she was, worry rooting her to the ground.