Lavender was a Gryffindor through and through and she never hesitated to try new things. First she grabbed some odd looking cheese and popped it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. She didn't really get to enjoy good food. Food was expensive and Lavender couldn't afford much of it. She lived on a diet of rare odd cuts of beef (at least she hoped it was beef) and potatoes. That was cheap and filling and if she didn't eat meat at least twice a day she found herself tired and cranky. "You didn't make all this yourself, did you? Because then I would be very impressed." She took the wine from him and sipped. It was fine, she supposed, but beer would always be better.
"My parents come to see me about once a month. More out of obligation than anything. It's not that they don't love me, but they wanted a much different life for me and I've let them down." If she had to admit it, Lavender let herself down as well. She never wanted to work in shops and live in Knockturn. Once, a long time ago, Lavender had dreamed of being a fashion designer, but that dream was dead. She had a few sketches tucked away, but Lavender never showed them to anyone. Not even Seamus or Ginny or Katie.
It was easier to pretend she was happy and that's what Lavender tried to do. "How many homes do you have? Wait, don't tell me that. You'll remind me how rich you are and I will simply have to start hating you again."