"I don't like wine," Lavender confessed. "I've always been more of a firewhiskey and ale sort of witch. My best mate, he's a bartender in Hogsmeade and he taught me all about beer. I'm afraid to say no one ever taught me anything about wine." Lavender sat down on the floor and pulled off her boots, not wanting to track the wet and mud from the day across his neat floors.
"You go sit down. I'll make the tea up. Look at you, you can't do anything worthwhile with one hand. I haven't eaten either... I'll find something to eat." And with that, Lavender wandered into the kitchen assuming Nick would follow as she continued to talk.
The problem with being short was things were often out of her reach. Thank Godric for magic, she thought as she went into his pantry and saw a fresh loaf of bread and some jam sitting on a shelf. She waved her wand and sent things flying to the counter. "I needed one. See, I had this flatmate, Sam. He's like me, you know? All part wolfy? Well, he's sort of messed up. We drink a lot and, um.." Lavender trailed off for a moment. Telling Nick she was infected was one thing. Telling him that she drank potions in her spare time just for the buzz was another. "Anyway, he liked to steal from me a lot, but his parents always paid his share of the flat. Now he's moved out and I'm trying to move out of Knockturn, so yeah. New job."