Hermione held her breath for the entirety of the ceremony, could still see Lavender’s face when she closed her eyes. Pale and lifeless where there once was an infuriating vibrance. Sitting only steps away from Lavender's grieving parents, she had hated herself for hating her. Of course Lavender had been confident and self-assured, she was fiercely loved. Of course she had radiated joy and excitement, she was brave and strong and willing to do anything to protect those she loved. 