It seemed one of the sheep had outwitted Greg's charms earlier this morning. There were a great many snide comments that Lavender could have made about that, but she was learning to hold her tongue. No doubt that was one of the things that they were supposed to be learning in their quest to become the ideal pureblood wives. For her, not making remarks - however teasing she could make them sound - was a way of keeping peace in her household.
Today was her day off and time for a little rest and relaxation. No heels, casual clothes and maybe a walk with Cuddles this afternoon. Perhaps Greg would want to join them; he might even get a treat for good behaviour. Speaking of Cuddles, Lavender looked up from the bridal magazine that she was reading when she heard someone enter the kitchen. Thinking it was the sheepdog, she smiled and started, "Hello..." When she realised that it wasn't, however, she finished with a slightly confused, "Cuddles." Lavender cleared her throat gently. "I mean, Crabbe. Hello. Sorry. I thought you were the dog."