Who: Lavender Brown and Dean Thomas. When: Sunday Night What: Feeling sorry for herself. Where: Outside Lavender's Bungalow.
Lavender had not actually made good on her threat to lock herself in the bathroom and instead had done sort of the opposite. She was sitting outside her bungalow, the inside felt stuffy. She knew she was probably being a little dramatic and maybe even a bit selfish, but the attack from Ginny had been shocking to her. They had never gotten along, but this seemed over the top. And it was hilarious that Ginny had implied she was a slut, since obviously the married girl had slept with more people than Lavender. The farthest Lavender had gotten with a guy was snogging Ron during school. It wasn’t easy to pick up blokes with the way she looked now.
So here she was just sitting and thinking, and generally feeling bad about herself. It could have been worse. She’d been afraid that everyone on the island was going to be Weasleys, Potters, and their friends and no one was going to feel sorry for her. It made her feel better, and if nothing else, she always had Dean.