Lavender was on the ground, numb. Greyback was gone. The movement of the battle slowed and the sounds grew muffled. She turned her head - although it was quite difficult - and saw people dueling everywhere... Nobody saw her. No-one noticed, for once. She saw Padma Patil... Hermione Granger...
She had loved being the center of attention, but for some reason she did not mind being unnoticed in her death. Perhaps it was the fact that her makeup was smeared. Yes, that must have been it. She pretended that she was having a conversation with Parvati, before the battle, before everything. "Did you hear about Pansy Parkinson?" Parvati would exclaim to her, or some such gossipy nonsense. Lavender would nod, giggle, and squeal. She would be having fun. That was her form of entertainment.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a Weasley twin go down. She felt a pang at her heart. All these people. Her friends, her family... they would miss her. The Weasleys would miss Fred. The Creeveys would miss Colin. She and the others, dead before their time, would be gone, but they were not the true victims. No, it was the ones who would have to go on living that would be devastated. They would cry at the funerals. She would just go on.
She could no longer see. She felt herself stand up, and she saw a familiar place. King's Cross Station. She was wearing her favorite violet dress and her hair ribbon. Colin took her right hand, Fred took her left, and, smiling, they boarded the train.
She had loved being the center of attention, but for some reason she did not mind being unnoticed in her death. Perhaps it was the fact that her makeup was smeared. Yes, that must have been it. She pretended that she was having a conversation with Parvati, before the battle, before everything. "Did you hear about Pansy Parkinson?" Parvati would exclaim to her, or some such gossipy nonsense. Lavender would nod, giggle, and squeal. She would be having fun. That was her form of entertainment.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a Weasley twin go down. She felt a pang at her heart. All these people. Her friends, her family... they would miss her. The Weasleys would miss Fred. The Creeveys would miss Colin. She and the others, dead before their time, would be gone, but they were not the true victims. No, it was the ones who would have to go on living that would be devastated. They would cry at the funerals. She would just go on.
She could no longer see. She felt herself stand up, and she saw a familiar place. King's Cross Station. She was wearing her favorite violet dress and her hair ribbon. Colin took her right hand, Fred took her left, and, smiling, they boarded the train.