Lavender smiled kindly when Sammi addressed her, despite what suspicions she had.
"I'm Lavender, Lavender Parkinson," She held out her hand. Perhaps she had no need to worry about them, Sammi seemed nice enough. Lavender would make them feel welcome, there was no reason why she shouldn't. Now all she had to worry about was how to distinguish between the two of them, right now she knew who was who, but in the morning... "Yes, a friend of Emily's," The corners of Lavender's lips curled up into another small smile.
