Lavender smirked at Octavius's words. She didn't feel very brave at the time. She only did what she could to get out of the situation.
Her eyes widened at the confirmation that Nicodemus had killed someone. She leaned back in her chair and thought about that for a moment. "Are you sure it was a muggle?" She asked. It was awful, but she knew they weren't valued in their society, which was a benefit to Octavius at the moment. "You could I suppose," she shrugged. "It may not matter. But if anything did come up, at least Malachi and I both have connections. I mean I don't have any power of course, but I do work for the Head Auror, right?"