The fact that she had to be here at all was infuriatingly humiliating for Daphne, and had been eating at her morale over the weekend. Things had not been going her way lately, and even with finally securing her support for the Inquisitorial Squad again, little else was turning out quite right. Did Carrow really think she wasn't trying? Regardless of her opinions on the way the school was now being run, supportive as she generally was, the fact was that Daphne didn't especially fancy throwing around Unforgivables. It seemed all well and good for some - mostly Slytherins, admittedly - but as much as she was applying herself in these increasingly practical lessons, her spell work in that particular vein refused to show much improvement.
She knew the problem was in her head. Daphne didn't want to cast it, she knew that, and she also knew that in order to succeed she would have to want to. Or at least convince herself that she did. However that was supposed to work. Needless to say, her mood had been remarkably sour over the past few days, and being here now did little to improve it.
Lavender's words struck a chord, because Daphne couldn't help but agree. However, she didn't much like the idea of what would happen if she didn't at least try. Apparently her status wasn't going to do her any favors right now - if anything, Daphne feared Carrow might start thinking her sympathies were in the wrong place.
She glowered at Lavender, wishing the girl would just shut up already, and pointed her wand purposefully. Fearing that any attempt to mince words would wreck her already feeble resolve, she almost immediately uttered the incantation, all the while trying to believe that she really wanted Lavender to be in pain. "Crucio!"