Unlike most people at the gala, Lavender wasn't dressed up. She was clothed in black trousers and a pink blouse with a black neck time, like all of the wait staff. Her hair wasn't done up, just pulled away from her face. Lavender's scars were mostly hidden under layers of makeup and charms. She moved between the rich and infamous with a tray of champagne flutes, pausing for a moment here and there while witches and wizards took what they wanted.
Merlin, she hated this job. But, there was a smile on Lavender's face that she couldn't hide. Nick had sent her flowers on Valentine's Day and she hadn't stopped smiling since. She'd even started to hope that he fancied her. Of course she might have been crazy, but it was nice to have a crush again. It'd been a long time.
She was so busy thinking about Nick, that Lavender didn't really notice the faces of anyone around her. Not even ones that she knew quite well.