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"Lavender?" Parvati looked at her long time friend. The vermillion gashes on her body made her fear for the worst. A sob escaped her throat.
An arm was put around her shoulder. "She isn't dead."
"How do you know? Have you seen those wounds?"
"She's still breathing," Padma said and pointed towards Lavender's chest, which was moving very faintly.
"Oh thank Merlin for that!" Parvati exclaimed. "I couldn't imagine a life without her." She paused, hesitant. "I, I like her, Padma. Like, really like her, I think."
Padma gave her reassuring squeeze. "I know."
Parvati was puzzled. How could Padma know, when she had only realised it upon seeing Lavender's body and thinking her dead? She opened her mouth to speak, but Padma said: "I'll try to find Madam Pomfrey. She's dealt with werewolf bites before, though I think Lavender's wounds might best be treated at St Mungo's. You stay with her and tend to her wounds as best as possible, okay?"
Padma was gone before Parvati could say anything in return, but Padma had been one the students tasked with the healing of several members of the DA, so she trusted her sister's judgement.
She tore a part of her school robe and used it to dress the largest of the gashes. "I don't know if you can hear me, Lav, but I'm here, by your side," she whispered. "And I promise to never leave your side again."
