“Oh... sorry. I guess I miss understood?” Lavender said, feeling bad now for second guessing him when he was only being modest. “I understand that now.” She smiled at him, placing her hand on his leg before looking back at his work. “It must be wonderful to be able to make something so beautiful with your hands? I haven’t been exposed much to the world of art, except for the portraits at Hogwarts. They all moved around and were more pests then anything. Some I always felt like were spying on us?”