No, there were certainly little fond or even good memories in looking back at everything their supposed last year at school entailed or even how it ended, but it was apart of them. But at least then she had the idea of someone like Harry Potter out there, doing what he could to save the day. She had something to believe in and that was powerful.
While it might have been a bit of a laugh or at least a lighter moment to toast Umbridge getting hers, Lavender didn't think that she need to put anymore bad energy out. There was already too much of it. And truly there were far worse people out there. Shaking her head, she raised her water glass. "To Harry," she said, her voice a little low, unsure if this was appropriate or not. "For the symbol that won't falter and more importantly the man who should have been given a lot more, but made the best of what he had."