Lavender carefully set the glass of water back down. "It helped me last time I went there. I know I haven't been... right lately." She'd spent the better part of two months there a few years back trying to overcome her addictions and, as much as she had hated being there and having to confront her problems, Lavender couldn't deny that it had helped.
She rubbed idly at the spot on her cheek where she had grazed it against the bricks. "Death Eater," she finally said, nodding. She remembered seeing the Dark Mark in the air above her. Fucking sparkly green skull. "He... I was..." Lavender closed her eyes, frowning and trying to get rid of the image of the Dark Mark in her mind. Now the words wouldn't come. Maybe she didn't want them to. "I'm sorry. I can't."