Lavender honestly didn't mind people talking or asking about her lycanthropy, or her attack. She brought it up often enough herself as it was. Besides, no one else really wanted to talk about it publicly, and with people like Pansy Parkinson around, someone had to say something. Though, she more then likely did it in the wrong ways.
Lavender really needed to learn how to channel all of her energy into something constructive.
"Was that kind of like the wireless?" She leaned in, elbows on the table, something she wasn't allowed to do while at home with her mother. "I've done my best to get over my issues with everything." Now she just had a whole new set of issues to take their place.