Lavender pulled a face at the whole idea of considering medical studies to be a pleasurable read. Sure you were learning something, but was the plot really all that good? She shrugged. To each his or her own, she supposed. It certainly didn't seem any fun to her.
"Let's see... Witch Weekly is considering bringing me back for a series of interviews of the eligible bachelors in England. Though what I'm desperate to do is an interview of the models for Spectre. Have you seen the new spread? It's glorious."
Turning, Lavender opened her purse and dug around until she found the most recent issue of Witch Weekly inside the depths. She set it on the bar top and opened it to the page with the bookmark. Two men, only photographed from the chest down, faced each other. They twisted this way and that, brazen in their display of abdomens. Around their hips the Spectre stood out, crisp and white against the dark of their shorts.
"They're inhumanly attractive, aren't they?" Lavender said, running a finger over the stomach of one of the models.