"No! Expelliarmus!" Lavender shrieked and jumped to the side, her brain racing to comprehend what was happening. Amycus was condoning that they use the Cruciatus on each other and Daphne, rather than seeing sense, was eager to please him. As her mind was screaming for her to flee, she waved her wand once more and summoned Daphne's wand into her own hand.
Dumbledore's Army had been of some use to Lavender. She was able to act fast in this situation, but her gut impulse had been to scream at the top of her lungs. They needed to focus more on responding quickly to attacks, because right now Lavender wasn't able to keep herself calm.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" She screamed at Daphne. Lavender clutched Daphne's wand in her sweaty hand, trembling as she looked from Daphne to Amycus, "This has got to be some sort of joke. You can't seriously expect us to – I'm not going to stand here and let you torture me!"