Parvati
„Thanks Dean, thank you, for watching my back the whole time…" Parvati said, kissed him on the cheek and drawed back from the tight embrace she pulled the boy into. She tried her best to smile, but failed miserably, instead tear droplets staining her face. She was ever an emotional girl and now she had more right than ever to be so. "I have to find my sister…" Dean crooked a smile, nodded and raised his hand to tousle her hair. "I see you later", he said before turning around and searching after beloved ones himself. Rushing to the Great Hall, Parvati tries to making out her mirror image, at the same time wishing she wouldn't find it lying between the rows of the lost ones.
"Parvati!" turning, around she could make out the person she wanted to see the most. Padma was standing beside and tending to someone lying on a bench. Running towards her, Parvati could recognize two fourth years from her own house, Jimmy Peakes and Nigel Wolpert standing around her sister. "So the boy lying there, must be…" her heart clenched as she could see the face of Dennis Creevy, whose face was strained from pain, as blood purred out from his right shoulder. Stopping short in front of them, she approached slowly, waiting until Padma, ever controlled and comprised, putting the flask and towel down, whispering soothing words to the boy and finally allocate her.
Restraining herself, Parvati let her sister pulling her into a crushing embrace instead of flinging herself to her. "Funny, how Lavender always pointed out, that I have no self-control… Lavender…" She began to sob uncontrollably into Padma's shoulder. Padma didn't say anything the whole time, simply running her hand through her twin's hair. Finally pulling slightly away, Parvati could see that her older sister was crying as well. Padma whispered into her ear: "Colin is dead, Dennis doesn't know yet".
Parvati sobbed even more, oddly remembering how Colin has promised to give her some pictures from the DA members he has taken in the last months. She wondered whether someone has taken a picture from the boy too. Instead voicing these thoughts, she said back: "Lavender is dead." Now it was Padma's turn to tearing up more. Both girls huddled down the long bench holding each other and trying to stifle the sobs. Peering over her Padma's shoulder to little Dennis she couldn't stop thinking how lucky she was, feeling guilty at the same time.