Further down the table, Lavender huddled with Pavarti and a few younger girls.  Lavender had escaped Greyback’s attack if only barely.  She’d been laid up in Saint Mungo’s until late July.  The bubbly girl she’d been before was overshadowed by the scars from her cheek down her neck.  She wouldn’t suffer from lycanthropy, but Hermione wasn’t sure the scar was a much better life sentence for her.  Hopefully, like all of them, she would learn to live with everything the war left behind.