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“Oh--hello, Lavender.” Neville paused very awkwardly in his enthusiastic shredding of a copy of the Daily Prophet into the recycling bin behind Frank & Alice’s. Not Bellatrix--what a load of doxy droppings, he had thought. He cleared his throat. “Off to work?”
He liked and respected Lavender. He didn’t care for her employer. This was probably going to be a very uncomfortable encounter for both of them.



















