            "Oh, Ronny!" a familiar, shrill voice called out. Hermione whipped around, her eyes widening as Lavender Brown flounced into the sitting room, a bottle of wine in one hand, a fluffy pink purse in the other. Neither seemed to go with her dark Ministry robes and conservative outfit underneath. Lavender’s gaze swept the room, her bright expression quickly fading. "Oh," she said dejectedly, pouting. "Did someone die? I would have predicted it."