Lavender leaned into the hug, burrowing her face into Parvati's hair. She tried to cling to the familiarity: this was her best friend, her dorm room, and she was safe here. The Detention was over. So long as she kept her nose clean, she could avoid repetition of tonight's events.
But how could she keep her nose clean? She kicked up a fuss about everything. If she went along complacently with everything the Carrows suggested now, she would be a hypocrite, and likely in far worse situations than she could imagine. Through her gasps, she managed to stammer out what happened. "H-he – in D-detent-tion – D-daph-daphne – H-h-he m-made h-her – then h-he d-did it – C-cruciatus –"
Lavender pushed Parvati away and stumbled over to her bed, flopping face down onto it and pressing her face into the pillow.