The whole of May, it's as if Lavender is permanently on edge, a little Lavender-controller switch flicked "on." In conversation, she will easily admit she's just a bit superstitious, a bit paranoid, in a primitive sort of way, and she is cloaked in those feelings (feelings that come a bit more naturally ever since Greyback—it is either a curse or a blessing in disguise and Lavender is never able to decide which) all month. Lavender's not sure how any witch or wizard of the UK, really, can feel perfectly fine during a month that is completely composed of cemetery visits and memories and regrets and pain.
She wakes up June 1st every year with the refreshing feeling of relief practically pouring over her, washing out all the ugly emotions and events of May. It's not right, that month—because of 1998, it never will be.
I said it would be short. =P
I didn't think the concept would be able to stretch for four more people.
If I ever get around to writing it, I have a oneshot coming up which is basically the opposite of this one, where Ron bitches Anthony Goldstein out about being so depressed about May (because the way I write Anthony Goldstein, he tends to come out needlessly depressed. I'm not sure why).