"Hogsmeade?..." Lavender repeated thoughtfully. "Yes.. Why not?"
Lavender slowly rose from where she had been sitting, her body fighting futile attempts to stop her. She stood anyway, her clothes fading back into the uncomfortable, very strict, formal clothing of before, fitting perfectly to her finely toned form. She rolled her shoulders, and as the thick, heavy cloak settled like dead weight about her shoulders, she offered a tired smile.
Lavender was tired, yes, but that was never a reason for her to miss out on time with her friends.
"Where to?"