Re: Lavender/Zach
"Oh yeah... totally involves Thérèse from the Prophet and you in very tight trousers. Dusting. Definitely dusting." She thought about the conversation she'd had with Daphne and grinned. "I might be writing a novel about it."
She wasn't, of course, but she was amusing herself with the idea. At his statement about the bathing suit she stepped back from him, hands on hips and looked him up and down before giving her head a sad shake. His shoulder to waist ratio was impeccable. The thought that he didn't go shirtless was just a waste.
With a petulant sigh, she stepped back and wound her arm around his again. "Such a pity. I'm sure if the right person saw you, you might even grace the Spectre ads."
Patting his arm, she raised up on her toes and scanned the crowd, not seeing Neville among any of the nearby people. "Do you get asked about the battle a lot? Enough to make you want to leave quickly? I imagine that must get irritating."