            Hermione stepped up to the girl’s side. "I’m sorry, Lavender," she said softly, hoping to ease the confusion in the girl’s eye. She had learned from that false Professor Moody that any kind of memory magic left the subject in a mild state of confusion. In this, they were more susceptible to gentle suggestion. While not as strong as a spell, it might just do the trick. "We were arguing about Ron, and you were about to slap me," Hermione explained softly. "I cast the first spell I could think of to stop both of us from getting hurt. Once it wears off in a minute or two, you and Ron should go find the punch. I hear Luna did an excellent job of spiking it." Hermione muttered a weak Finite Incantatem, then crouched down to place the wand in the cradle of Lavender’s frozen fingers.