Lavender couldn't help but not like Christmas, ever since her seventh year at Hogwarts the girl had developed a distaste for it. Maybe it had to do with the fact that being one-fourth werewolf she really didn't fit into any sort of society back home. The wizarding world didn't like her because she was part werewolf and the werewolf world didn't like her much because she was much more human then they were.
A freak amongst freaks, Lavender named herself. That was probably why she ended up in L.A., but why she ended up on the edge of town Christmas eve she wasn't sure.
Maybe it was the fact she had a craving for a raw steak, and instead of eating like she normally would, she went for a walk. Or maybe it was the fact this was L.A. and weird things happened here.
Just like what the guy who had appeared was wearing. It reminded Lavender of Mr. Malfoy for a brief second, but then again it wasn't much like Mr. Malfoy at all. The hair screamed "eighties-muggle" to her, and Lavender struggled not to laugh.
"Either you're lost" she called out, hand slipping into her coat to grab her want - just in case. "Or I'm a real git for talking to you."