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Her lips never curled into a full smile anymore. Instead, her expressions were always tepid, lacking the warmth that had made others overlook her shortcomings – not that the shortcomings of vanity and being boy-crazy were prevalent anymore.
Neville hated to see Lavender like this. She was like a plant in Spring, trapped in half-life and unsure if it could escape its Winter torpor to flourish in the coming sun.
Her necklines rose higher, leaving it to the imagination where her scars descended.
Neville wished he could find her sun, to find the thing that would make her bloom confidently again.