Parvati didn't like this idea. She knew the Aurors had known about the werewolves, yet there had still been an attack on the Ministry. She didn't have much faith, despite their reassurance and guards set up everywhere. But she had felt immense guilt over those killed, and hadn't been feeling up to Gryffindor expectations. She wanted to help set things right. For Verity, for those killed, for Lavender, for herself.
She knew the picnic was a silly idea. If the Death Eaters knew anything about their targets, they would know Parvati wouldn't go on a picnic in the park. Especially with another girl and without heels. She wore laced up flat shoes, a rarity for her. Wrapped in a sweater, she entered the park with a container of tea. "Hi," she greeted, kneeling down on the blanket.